4 Chapter 3

Yoongi's POV

I stood in front of the restaurant, a bit confident after the coffee I drank had kicked in.

I opened the shop's door and heard the slight jingle of the bell, indicating someone had entered.

My eyes shot open wide and narrowed a bit as I let out a sigh.

A purple haired male was pushed out of the deep frying section, a glimpse of embarrassment present in his eyes while he was pushed out abruptly.

He headed to towards the counter and started scribbling in a small book. He went a collected the menus from a shelf before putting it next to the register. He nearly screamed when he saw me. His face as if he saw a ghost and Reliazing it was just a customer.

"Uhm... Sorry but we haven't opened the restaurant yet.You can come back-"

He cut himself before checking the time on his wristwatch. But before he could say anything, I cut in.

"E-excuse me.. but I am not here for that. I am searching for a job and decided to come here.. "

He looked at me before he sighed and smiled a bit showing his dimples.

"One minute... JIN HYUNG!! SOMEONE IS HERE! "

He yelled into the deep fry section loudly. 'Man he is loud!'I mentally noted to myself just in case I got to work with him.

"YAH! NAMJOON! DON'T CALL ME AFTER YOU HAVE BURNT HALF THE ENTIRE CHICKEN!! "

A tall and broad shouldered male came out holding a half burnt chicken wing. He was handsome, very if we are talking seriously. But his face was scrunched up and angry which spoiled his beautiful features. Once he noticed me, he made a o-face before setting the burnt chicken into a plate.

"I am sorry for my inconvenience and 'unhelpful' worker.. ", he said glaring at the male called Namjoon, who looked down his bangs covering his embarassed face.

" Uhm.. I came here in search for a job", I said.

"Ahhh.. I see. The delivery right?", I nodded.

"Could you do us a favor and come back tomorrow since we are just setting the restaurant up..", I looked down, sad.

".. Or you could just help us set the restaurant up? But you won't get paid for it.", he said noticing my glum look which lit up as fast as it came.

'Honestly it wouldn't hurt to work a bit and they look friendly too. ', I thought before giving a firm nod.

"Great!", he exclaimed.

" Um.. Jin hyung? "

"Just call me Jin"

"Yeah.. Jin.. I was kinda curious about the person working in the cafe near your restaurant... "

"Jungkook? "

I looked up completely taken off guard. 'Is he a psychic?? ', I thought.

"Well why wouldn't you be curious about Korea's young master? "

"What? "

"Jungkook.He is the son of korea's leading game manufacturer, OverWatch."

'I knew something was off! Something was familiar in his innocent face! Oh god what do I do? ' I mentally cursed at myself for treating Jungkook like a little kid.

"Why does he work there? ", I asked now to think about it.

" He likes to work. Thinks that he is independent when he works by himself. Also he really likes coffee and could totally open a shop for himself but his status doesn't allow that. "

"ohhh", I sighed and help Jin put up the menu board and then we both put up the last set of tables. I got to know Namjoon too. Met Jin in the petrol pump while he was having a fight with a customer. He is pretty shy actually.

We sat down after a while, sweat rolling of my forehead.

Jin set down a small plastic bag, inside a box of wings.

"Don't worry. They aren't burnt. "

Namjoon choked on his water.

"B-but-"

"No buts you are taking this back. I don't like owing people. ", he said before going inside the kitchen.

I looked at the bag of wings.

'Hoseok-ah.. what a great friend you are. 'I smiled and took the bag shouting bye before I left hearing the bells jingle into the cold evening.