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One more minute.
One more minute and Jungkook was finally, finally done with this hellish thing called a job.
Jungkook was currently sitting in the bathroom, waiting for his shift to finally end so that he could return to his dorm and while being with Taehyung, his roommate, was always mentally exhausting (Jungkook loved Taehyung, but he could be so extra at times) it was better than working a five hour shift at a restaurant.
The alarm on Jungkook's watch beeped, telling him that it was in fact time for him to head home, head into freedom and Jungkook had never left the bathroom faster. He almost, almost went head first into the door in his excitement but he told himself to stay calm, no one saw it and he didn't hit the iron door so all was okay.
A few steps out of the bathroom and into the chattering place, he could already see Yoongi putting on his uniform, a not so happy look on his face as he was meant to follow up Jungkook's shift after he left. A smiling Seokjin was right next to him, probably left his spot in the kitchen to cheer him up or ask how his day went just like he did to everyone. Jungkook wasn't sure whether Yoongi liked being questioned this much though, but Seokjin looked unaffected by the glares shot at him so he guessed it was alright.
Jungkook made his way over to his squad (Yoongi would skin him alive if he knew Jungkook called him a part of his squad just because he worked here too) with a grin on his face because nothing, absolutely nothing could beat the fact that he was done with work. Goodbye serving people, hello endless hours of call of duty and junkfood.
"Shut up." Yoongi said as soon as Jungkook arrived, but a small smile made it's way onto Yoongi's face anyways.
Jungkook thought it was because of him, but he soon realized that Yoongi would never and something terrible was about to happen.
"Hoseok drove me here." Yoongi's smile seemed a little smug and Jungkook squinted his eyes at him, "why would I want to know what your boyfriend is up to?"
"That means he's eating here, you brat. I suggest you look over to section three. I bet you a thousand won you won't regret it." Yoongi said and Jungkook turned around, his eyes scanning the area where only a few tables were taken, but he spotted Hoseok way sooner than he expected, just because a mop of orange hair sparked his interest first.
Park Jimin.
Jungkook should've known today was too good to be true. Life didn't like him like this.
And lord, did he look good too. Hair fluffed up, no gel added and wait, was that eyeliner he was wearing, and holy fucking shit. Jimin was wearing a muscle shirt and while he was wearing a jacket over it, Jungkook had a radio for these kind of things, he could just feel it. Jungkook was ready to die right there, because jesus christ, Jimin looked good and he was just sitting here, sitting with Hoseok and Namjoon and he realized, this was his shot.
Jimin didn't know Jungkook, and he'd been waiting for the perfect moment to introduce himself to the orange haired angel. Sure, his looks caught Jungkook's attention first, but then as he saw him more often, his smile made Jungkook's heart cry and his voice was just about perfect, and then there were the stories Yoongi and Hoseok told him about Jimin, and Jungkook was too deep in.
He didn't know how fast to turn around, and he immediately clutched onto Yoongi's shirt, making the older boy yelp and protest.
"Hyung, hyung, you have to let me serve their table. This is my chance, hyung." Jungkook begged Yoongi, and he didn't look like he was enjoying it but Jungkook knew, he fucking knew he loved everything about this.
"Well, I would actually like to serve my boyfri-" Yoongi started off, but Jungkook interrupted him. "Hyung, please. I'll do anything, please, just let me be their waiter. I'll buy you lamb skewers, even... Hyung, just..." Jungkook was not about to give up, hell, he'd bring out fake tears if it'd mean he got to serve that table.
"Alright, okay, jesus, kid. You get to serve their table. Just buy me the new Kanye album, and we're good. Now go, I don't wanna keep them waiting." Yoongi pushed him into the direction of section three and Jungkook nodded, trying to wrap his head around the fact that it was happening. After a year of admiring Jimin from afar, he was going for it now.
Jungkook tried to think of a plan, what was he going to do, was he going to play his natural charms, go for the whole hot waiter package and pour some water over his white shirt, be 'a cute bunny' (Seokjin's words, not his) or would he go for the walking meme that was him and play out his pick-up line cards?
Jungkook was still thinking about a way to steal over Park Jimin's heart that he didn't notice the toddler that just spilled some of his milk onto the floor and before he knew it, he was sliding over the floor, an 'oh man holy shit' leaving his mouth before finally coming to a halt because fuck, he just fell into a booth and the worst thing was that this booth was Park Jimin's booth, and when he said falling into a booth he meant face-forward into Park Jimin's crotch. So much for making a good first impression.
He didn't know how fast to scramble up from Jimin's lap and apologies were spilling from his mouth, trying to look everywhere but at Jimin and he could hear Namjoon & Hoseok dying of laughter, while he couldn't hear the beautiful sound of angels singing (also known as Park Jimin's laugh) and Jungkook wanted to die. He wanted the floor to swallow him and never spit him out, because god fucking dammit, he just ruined all possible chances he could've had with Jimin.
So Jungkook did the only thing he knew to do, turning around and running straight back to Yoongi and Seokjin. He saw Yoongi almost dying because of laughter while Seokjin had a concerned frown on his face.
"Jungkook, oh my god, you... You just- you just went head first for his dick, couldn't wait another second, or something? Oh my fucking god, Jeon Jungkook. Professional at giving head. I'm, I'm-" Yoongi choked on his sentence and he hiccuped, while Jungkook considered killing him before he managed to choke because fuck you, Min Yoongi.
"I'm going to hop off a cliff, fling myself out of the window, Seokjin hyung, frypan me, just do it, boil me alive, I don't care, I need to die" Jungkook's face was heating up because he couldn't handle this, he couldn't deal, and every fucking one just saw that. Everyone.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to find Yoongi pointing back at the table, "you still need to go serve them, you know." and if Jungkook wanted to kill Yoongi before, he now wanted to skin him alive in front of his boyfriend's eyes.
Jungkook shot Yoongi a sarcastic smile, "like hell I'm going to fucking serve-" "hey, language." Seokjin interrupted him and Jungkook faced the eldest, "Yoongi just cursed his ass off to me, what do you mean I can't-" "you're only twenty, Jungkookie, you need to remain innocent for as long as you possibly can-" Seokjin started blabbing and Yoongi snorted loudly, "like he can remain innocent after the little trick he just pulled off. Look, Jungkook, you wanted it, you got it, no take backs. Go serve them before I personally drag you over there myself."
The only reason Jungkook planted a plastic smile on his face and returned to section three again was because of the fact that if he stayed with the two of those for any longer, he was afraid that he'd grab the knives from the kitchen and planted some of them in their hearts.
As he made his way over to the table of hell, he kept that smile on his face but he was pretty sure it looked more pained than friendly. This time he did actually manage to not slip over any kind of liquid things on the floor and he let out a small breath of air when he arrived at the table.
"Hello, I'm Jungkook and I'll be your waiter for tonight. I'm, uh, very sorry for what happened earlier. That usually doesn't happen. I apologize." Jungkook muttered as his eyes flashed between Hoseok's face and the floor. He didn't dare look at Namjoon, let alone Jimin, knowing that he was too embarrassed to face them.
"It's alright. You did look a little.. distracted, there." Hoseok coughed and Namjoon smirked, "distracted with staring at Jimin, that is-" but Hoseok cut him off by hitting his side, "shut the fuck up, Namjoon."
"Jungkook, look at me," Jimin suddenly spoke up, and Jungkook shuddered hearing his name from his lips. Sweet baby jesus, have mercy on him, do not get a boner right now, control yourself, Jeon Jungkook. Apart from that, he was curious because holy fucking shit, Jimin knew his name, what the fuck was air, christ on a stick.
So he did look up, quite curiously, "how do you know my name?" and Jimin laughed. He just laughed, holy fucking shit, help him, someone help Jungkook, he was going to die at the age of twenty.
"You literally just introduced yourself to us, waiter, remember?" Jimin grinned, and Jungkook had just embarrassed himself again. Surely this was payback for that one time he watched straight porn, it just had to be.
"Speaking about waiter, I should take your drinks. What'd you like to have?" Jungkook rushed into it, because the sooner he was gone, the less embarrassment he'd have to go through. Jimin seemed confused for a second as due why he changed the subject, but he adjusted himself.
"Coke for me will do." Namjoon spoke up, and Hoseok followed suit, "give me that special drink Yoongi hyung brought last time. He'll know when you ask it." a smile on his face, and Jungkook wanted to puke because these two were so extra, dear lord.
Jungkook looked at Jimin, who seemed to be thinking about his answer and he watched as the boy looked up and smiled a sinful smile at him. "You can pick a drink for me, I'm sure you'll think of something good." and Jungkook nodded, his heart beating loudly in his chest because that smile should be illegal, the eyes he was getting should be illegal and- "also, Jungkook?"
Jungkook gulped, and nodded at Jimin, who seemed to notice the effect he had on Jungkook and wow, it was getting hot in here, did Seokjin turn on the heater or something, because surely this was getting ridiculous.
"Put your number with my drink too, so next time you want to actually give me head, I can call you for it." Jimin spoke, in a drop sexy voice and then the fucker proceeded to wink at him and- did he just lick his lips too?
Fuck.
Jungkook was going to die.