#they've now been closed for half an hour i hope the remaining three employees are having a decent close

[thestarmaker]

god fucking dammit we were so understaffed today (like. Literally me and two other people, one of which was the shift manager) and I swear to god if bk is getting hit by the wave of people quitting I'm gonna scream. The worst part is that I CAN'T just be like "hey managers gimme better conditions" BC THEY'RE SUFFERING TOO and all of them aside from one is incredibly openly sympathetic to our problems and I'm already abt to start looking for another job (bc bk is just fucking hell in general) and at least if/when I find a better place I'll like. Actually put in my two weeks and not just quit out of the blue one day like so many of my ex-coworkers have done.

[kookxin]

INTERVAL; jjk

Pair¬ Jungkook×(she)

Point of view¬ 3rd person

Genre¬ romance, fiction, comical, restaurant scenario

Synopsis¬ she was right at time when he was in need of a break from his shift.

Words¬ 1.2k

Weekends.

They have always been chaotic. Usually, the diner entertains about a total of 200-250 costumers per day, but that totally changes on the weekends, with around 450 to 500 costumers moving in and out of the diner.

Also, the fact that the diner's situated in a bustling mall only attracts more hungry costumers than a roadside restaurant would attract.

So here's Jungkook, stupified with the number of faces he's seen in just a day, and stultified with the boredom of doing exactly the same actions since the last 4 and a half hours, greeting, entering orders, and handing out bills.

Yup, freaking boring.

And yeah, he hasn't yet been able to get the hang of it, given it has just been 3 weeks since him joining in. What he'd imagined was a beautiful diner, furnished colorfully, nice coworkers, and happy and amiable costumers, tipping him every now and then. He was determined to at least once, receive the title of The Best Employee Of The Year. But when, some customers, all haughty and pompous, appear, almost every now and then, it's hard for him to keep up the smile. It's hard for him to control his urge to grab them by their nose, and make them smell the inside of their own shoes. Or on a milder note, smack them on the face, with a hot-and-spicy fried chicken leg.

Also, he'd imagined for him to get free snacks often, but of course he never thought of him having a manager who not only forbid him to even touch the chicken, but also who keeps an eye on him through the CCTVs.

A scowl makes way on his face, as he's reminded of that 'all-belly-no-button' man, as he's named him, and glances at the camera in the corner of the ceiling, imagining him to be seated behind the monitor scowling back at him.

He glunches even more, when a bunch of girls enter through the glass doors, faces caked with make-up, looking uglier than a decomposed chicken-wing.

The ticking of their heels is giving him a migraine. Literally.

Giggling on God-knows-what, they make their way to a vacant table, to settle down. But unfortunately, the girl leading the group drops her eyes on Jungkook, and immediately changes her path.

Jungkook groans, not-so-internally.

Said girl stands in front of him, twirling a strand of her hair around her fingers, fluttering her eyes at him, and he's suddenly grateful to the tall counter separating them.

High heels or not, the girl was still shorter than his mopper, and Jungkook scoffed at the thought.

"Hey." The girl says, leaning onto the counter, flashing to him what should remain in her clothes and out of his sight. Just what was needed to make his day better. (Kindly note the sarcasm.)

Freaking hoe.

He rolls his eyes, not-so-subtly, and then mutters out a 'what what you like to order?', keeping his eyes fixed onto her head, not wanting to look at her up this close. At least something which won't damage his vision.

"I was hoping that you'd let me know the speciality of this place. After all...someone like you would definitely have an awesome sense of taste, from what I see." She winks suggestively, running her eyes all over him.

Yup, pathetic.

A wave of pure and utter disgust washes over him. He doesn't even try to hide the grimace on his face, so done with the already crappy day.

"Uh, yea..." Instead of mingling with her, he simply goes on to fetch the menu card and gives it out to her.

Confounded at his lack of interest, or even response, she decides to retreat back to her seat with a scowl on her face.

A few minutes later after receiving their orders, Jungkook stands at the counter, spacing out yet again.

10.51 pm, the clock reads.

The diner rings with laughter and the noisy talking of the customers. His coworkers are to busy in their own worlds to bring him back to earth. Yoongi, the laziest employee of the building, dozes off on the other side of the counter, while Jimin is happily chatting away on the phone.

Yup, counter duty truly sucks.

His eyes snap back to the glass doors when they open, and someone steps in. It's a 'she'. She walks upto the counter, her boots silently ticking behind her, and she's clad in a black knitted top and blue faded jeans, her brown locks tied up in a messy ponytail.

She brings her long fingers to her half hidden face, pulling the dark mask down, and Jungkook's lips instantly curve up in a huge grin. Said girl smiles back, but gasps when she's suddenly pulled by her face into an excited kiss, and fails to hear the gasps and murmers that followed from behind her.

Pulling back, he continues to grin like a child at her, but glances behind her to smirk cockily at the literally burning girls who sit at the table nearest to the counter. His smirk turns into a genuine smile when his eyes find his girl's again.

Eyes not leaving her's, he calls out, "Hey Chim, can you fill in for me for 5?"

Jimin, who had, over his phone, watched the whole scene unfold, grumbles about something on how it would definitely go over 'just 5'.

Jungkook guides the girl to the end of the counter which still separates them, and leaves her to let her in, through the door having a sign 'only employees' hung over it. The door opens to a narrow corridor, dark with only the three doors, to the counterplace, to the kitchen, and to the break room, lighting it a bit.

He pulls her in hastily, and pins her to the wall. His eyes are lit up, twinkling again, as they did when he'd left their shared apartment for work. His smile is toothy, natural, and beautiful, erasing any scowls or frowns from earlier. His cheekbones lift with happiness and energy, and his nose crinkling with his large smile. He gleams, as if he's refreshed all over again.

She raises her fingers to his cheeks, stroking them lovingly, her own eyes shimmering at the sight of him, her love, her life.

He eliminates the gap between them and presses his lips on hers, and their bodies together. The kiss is urgent, like they've been deprived of each other since days, drinking each other in, as if the other one was their drug. His lips move fervently against hers, the air around them growing hotter by the second, and the dark atmosphere changing into something impassioned, fervid, and intense.

He pulls back, a bit breathless.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, between his heavy breaths, and she grins, yet answers shakily.

"I missed you, I wanted to see you, and I didn't want to wait."

He chuckles lightly, his voice deep and breathy.

"Well, you're right on time, and I love you."

He kisses her once again, deep and passionate, but this one's slow with precise moves.

They pull back again, chuckling against each other. The usually quiet corridor feels alive with the air energized with the passion the young couple shares, and gleaming with the radiance of their love.

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