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In his small, puffy hat, Jungkook looks charmingly mochi and all eyes are on him. His friend, Taehyung, slowly scopes out those approaching his friend and throws bread at them, knocking them out.
“Jimin’s so adorably mochi today!” whispers a girl, staring at Jungkook’s other friend, Jimin the barista. The “I’m the mochiest so don’t touch me” coffee joint was soon closing.
“Why won’t Seokjin let us close early?” questions baby Jimin, starting to do the worm on the floor for more business.
“I don’t know, probably because Namjoon’s out sick today, and Hobi’s on vacation,” Taehyung states, aiming another piece of bread.
“Get over it, at least you don’t have to clean tables,” Yoongi agitatedly says, placing the dirty rag he’s currently holding in a bin before grabbing a new one.
“I’m happy I never have to do that,” Jungkook bluntly states, spluttering as Yoongi splashes dirty water on him.
Taehyung laughs at the exasperated Kookie, but gives a guarded glance, clutching his Gucci coat protectively.
After the 10 p.m. rush, things start to slow down and get quite boring. Usually, the boys will gather at the counter, talking about their lives out of the barista (mainly Kookie as he was still in college) or gossiping. Leaving the gossiping to Jimin tonight, Taehyung strays away from the group to check up on their manager, who hasn’t come out of his office since the lunch rush. Slowly opening the door, as it is already slightly opened, Taehyung raises an eyebrow.
“Um… Seokjin what are you doing?” Taehyung asks, surveying the dark room as a large ball of blankets sits slumped over a computer. Beckoning Taehyung over with a flick of his wrist, Seokjin offers a blanket to the visitor.
“Prepare to be amazed,” Seokjin says, as Taehyung sits himself comfortably.
“Welcome to the next episode of Masterchef.”