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The roar of the bus engine starting back up jolted Yoongi awake from his mini-nap.
He thought he had finally made it this semester: a schedule full of afternoon classes, no day starting before noon—it was perfect. He almost cried tears of joy. Alone. Not in front of his roommates. To be perfectly clear, no one would see Yoongi crying.
And then he realized that he had to schedule work shifts for this semester. Because his afternoons were thoroughly shot with classes and activities and meetings, Yoongi was left with the morning. Working for a breakfast bar was not the best idea if he wanted to not have an early start with a morning shift—it was 5:30 am right now, and his shift started in fifteen minutes so that he could open the shop at 6 am.
It was the worst. Yoongi was not a morning person. On the weekends, he wouldn’t bother getting out of bed until at least 2 pm, and here he was on his way to work at 5 am before the sun had even come up. If he didn’t need the money, he would have quit three weeks ago.
That’s a lie—he probably wouldn’t have quit. There was something stopping him.
Breaking him away from his daydream—does it really count as a daydream if it’s still not light out?—the bus careened to a halt so that he could get off at his stop. He lazily stepped off the too-damn-high-up bus and fumbled through his keys until he found the one that opened the shop. The very first thing he had to do was turn on just about everything so the ovens and friers could start warming up for his first customers.
One of the other nice—well it used to be nice—things about a breakfast bar was that the same people came just about every day. When Yoongi worked the later shifts, it was fun because it would be the same families and older couples going to share breakfast every week. Unfortunately, the earlier shifts were the same old gruffy men reading newspapers before going to work—the type of men who showed no emotion whatsoever. Scowls everywhere, including on his own face.
They started streaming in the instant Yoongi opened the shop up, brutishly ordering black coffee, asking for eggs that Yoongi probably should have just started five minutes ago because it was the same group of working men every day ordering the same few items every day. That was the other thing—the menu was huge but these guys never deviated from their usual order. It was so boring, so mind-numbing.
Except for him.
Today he came in at exactly 6:47 am, and thank god for that because Yoongi didn’t think he was going to make it to 7. Like usual, it looked like he had just gotten out of bed, blonde tufts of hair wildly sticking out all over the place. He was also wearing his usual Pikachu onesie—the bright yellow onesie perturbed the unsuspecting regulars for the longest time, but now they were all used to it, not even batting an eye at the eccentric college student. The one with blonde hair and a Pikachu onesie. At a breakfast bar. Yeah, him.
This was a breakfast bar; it was for old people who got up early and worked every day at some crappy office job downtown. Not for college students. Especially college students with Pikachu onesies.
Yet this kid was weird. He had dropped by during Yoongi’s shifts every day for a month now, but it was honestly refreshing because he would try something new every day.
Today was an omelet.
No one ordered an omelet here.
Yoongi had honestly never made one since his training.
Crap.
He tried his best, and he honestly thought it came out alright. The eggs weren’t black, so that was a good start. The cheese melted—also good. None of the fillings were burnt either—maybe this wasn’t an awful omelet?
The kid looked happy eating it at least. This was Yoongi’s favorite part about him, to be honest: he actually smiled and reacted to his food. The old guys would just pretend that the breakfast Yoongi served them was nothing more than sustenance and they never reacted at all. Ever. Yoongi stopped trying to impress them at some point, frowning when he made their food, served them, and cleaned up after them. But with Pikachu-onesie-kid, he always tried his best because he smiled and hummed whenever he liked the food.
He always smiled while eating Yoongi’s food.
Yoongi always smiled back.
Yoongi would never admit it, but he usually watched the blonde-haired boy eat. He was so adorable when he played with his eggs or when he had trouble picking up his food with his fork or how sad he was when he missed his mouth.
Unfortunately, Yoongi couldn’t watch him today; it was too busy. For some reason, a bunch of younger office workers had discovered that his shop served coffee, so he was stuck making coffee for at least twenty minutes to sate them all. By the time he had finished with the last frilly coffee order, the boy was gone.
Yoongi’s heart sunk, especially when he realized that the kid hadn’t eaten all of his food. Maybe his omelet wasn’t as good as he thought it was?
He avoided cleaning it up for at least three minutes, hoping that the food would magically disappear if he waited or that the boy would return from the bathroom or something stupid like that. It didn’t disappear, and he didn’t return.
Conceding defeat, Yoongi dragged himself over to the table to start removing plates. His breath hitched as soon as he saw the leftovers.
There was a heart staring back at him.
The blonde-haired boy had eaten the inside of the circular omelet to leave a heart-shaped outline of cheesy omelet-y goodness.
Yoongi’s own heart fluttered as soon as he realized this, the euphoria only stopping for a moment when he finally picked up the plate to bring it to the dishwasher (and maybe take a few pictures of it because it was honestly so adorable how could he not?). He hadn’t noticed it earlier, but there was a small square napkin tucked underneath the corner of plate with writing on it. A small square napkin with the boy's name, Taehyung, a messily scribbled heart next to his name, and his phone number on it.
Quickly shoving the napkin into his pocket, Yoongi started blushing intensely, red heat creeping across his face while he looked around the room to make sure no one noticed.
Maybe the morning shift wasn’t so bad?