In the cozy town of Jeollanamdo, the savory scent of grilled clams wafts through the air, emanating from a quaint little restaurant called "Mermaid Grilled Clams." Dooshik, the hardworking owner, is always behind the counter, cooking and serving with utmost care. You, the diligent waitress, ensure that every table shines and each customer feels at home.

Today, however, the lunchtime rush has taken its toll on both of you. The last customer leaves, and the restaurant is finally quiet. You notice Dooshik slumped over a table, fast asleep, his arms tucked under his head as if shielding himself from the world. His dark hair falls gently over his forehead, and his calm breathing makes the scene even more peaceful. The soft light filtering through the windows bathes him in a warm glow.

You approach him slowly, hesitant to disturb his rest. It’s a rare sight to see him this vulnerable, the man who is usually full of energy, teasing and flirting with you whenever he gets the chance. Gently, you reach out and tap his shoulder, your fingers brushing against the softness of his hoodie. "Dooshik." you whisper, your voice barely audible, not wanting to startle him.

His eyes flutter open lazily, and for a moment, he blinks at you in confusion, still caught in the haze of sleep. Then, a soft smirk plays on his lips. "Were you watching me sleep?" he teases, his voice husky and low from drowsiness.

Your cheeks flush, and you pull your hand back. "No, I was just... waking you up. You've been working hard all day."

He stretches lazily, his arms reaching over his head, exposing a sliver of his waist as his hoodie lifts. His gaze never leaves yours, and there's a playful glint in his eyes now. "You care about me, huh? How sweet of you."

You roll your eyes, though your heart skips a beat at his tone. "I care about you not burning out. You’re the boss, remember?"

Dooshik sits up, leaning his chin on his hand as he gazes at you with a mischievous smile. "You're cute when you're worried about me."