A Little Bit Yours • Park Jimin

Chapter 1: Welcome to Tequila Mockingbird

You knew that working at a restaurant was going to slowly suck the life and soul out of you - it happens to everyone at some point. In all honesty, you absolutely despised serving but it paid really well and it was a relatively easy job for you so you really couldn't complain much at all.

You originally started serving at this little mom and pop diner the year after you had graduated high school. You weren't certain what you were wanting to go to school for, so you decided to take a gap year to travel and earn some money.

Honestly, it was the best decision you could've ever made. You got the opportunity to travel to Mediterranean Europe (Italy, France, and Spain if you want to be specific), and it provided you the ability to be able to buy yourself things that you wouldn't normally be able to.

Also, it made you really decide what you wanted to go to school for because serving absolutely sucked and you did not want to do this for the rest of your life.

Once you decided what to go to school for, you decided to leave the mom and pop diner in order to go to a busier bar-slash-restaurant to help you save up more money. This led you to the restaurant you've been at for the last two years - Tequila Mockingbird.

It was an okay enough job as far as restaurants go. It got really busy during the weekends (which you were grateful for because those were the days that you worked mostly) and most of the regulars were adults so you didn't have to deal with screaming children as much. All the servers were nice, and the boys in the kitchen were great, so you didn't have too many complaints.

That is, until Park Jimin showed up and flipped your life upside down.

Park Jimin was attractive, wealthy, had a killer smile and a good sense of humour. He brought out an emotion in you that you didn't even know you were capable of feeling before...

...Complete and utter loathing.

You knew from the moment he came waltzing into the restaurant for his interview that he would be nothing but trouble. He walked in with a lot of swagger and winked at the hostess and you couldn't keep back the eye roll as she blushed and giggled at him. All you could think of was "What a massive douche."

You were bent over a table, cleaning up all the dirty dishes left behind by the previous guests when you heard a low whistle. When you looked over your shoulder, Mr. Weenie was checking out your ass and he winked at you. You glared at him (also pulled down the skirt of your uniform) and brushed past him rather aggressively when running the dirty dishes to the dish pit.

About half an hour later, your manager (trailed by the dink who blatantly checked out earlier) approached you and introduced the two of you.

"Y/n, this is our new server, Jimin. He'll be starting next week, and you'll be training him." Jimin gave you what could be considered a charming smile (you guess) but it got under your skin something fierce.

"Nice to meet you Y/n. I'm looking forward to working with you." He winked at you and you almost recoiled in actual disgust and all you could think of was "Who the heck does this guy think he is?"

You put on your best server smile and voice (meaning, fake as hell), shook his hand and welcomed him to Tequila Mockingbird, and went back to your section.

The first shift Jimin was scheduled to work was a Friday night and you were praying that it would be a quiet night. Whenever a server was stuck training, they would get a super small, not so busy section to really ensure they could focus on the trainee. Considering servers made money from tips given by their tables, if you had a small section that meant you wouldn't get a high table turnover so you would not be making money tonight at all.

Your shift was scheduled to start at 4:30, and you pulled up to work at 4:15 in your beater of a car you dubbed Betsy. You grabbed your bag with all your work stuff in it and headed in. It was a bit of a quiet time in the restaurant, only about one or two tables and one server from this morning, and one evening server that started at 4.

They both smiled politely at you when you walked in, and you nodded to them in acknowledgement.

As you walked past the kitchen, the line cooks greeted you enthusiastically and made you laugh. You snuck off to change and touch up your makeup and by the time you were out of the washroom, Jimin was standing in the hallway, tying up his serving apron. When he heard the door open, he turned his head and gave you a dazzling smile.

"Hey Y/n, nice to see you again." The phrase seemed innocent enough, but the way he brushed his blonde hair off his forehead and shamelessly checked you out said otherwise.

"Yeah, you too. Are you excited to get to work?" He licked his bottom lip, and you swear your eye twitched.

"Yeah, I get to be close to a beautiful woman such as yourself all day? I'm plain ecstatic." He raised his eyebrow in a flirty manner and you almost smacked him.

One of the major downsides to being in the service industry is the amount of people, both young and old, that would constantly flirt with you. Unfortunately, it just came with the territory, but it provided you a 6th sense of realizing who actually meant well and who was just a pig.

Park Jimin, you deduced, was a pig. And now you would be stuck working in such a close proximity with him for god-knows how long.

Great.

The first shift with Jimin went alright (minus the constant flirting on Jimin's part) but he seemed smart enough to do okay (you were trying to be nice - serving isn't hard at all). You had to admit that he was charming-ish - the tables seemed to love him.

There was one table of two older women and if you thought Jimin was bad for flirting, you were appalled by these two ladies. You had your classic tight-lipped smile on your lips that you wore when you were uncomfortable but Jimin was laughing and joking around with them like it didn't bother him. "Hm," you thought. "Maybe Jimin has a thing for cougars."

Jimin seemed nice enough, you'll give him that, and you knew he was going to get along with everyone at the restaurant because he was that personable. For some reason though, he just irked you.

It wasn't something you could explain though. It might have to do with how he unabashedly flirts with all the girls who work with you, or how your first encounter was him looking at you like a piece of meat.

Maybe it was because you were judging him and making assumptions about him without really stopping and getting to know him, so you tried to talk to him with no judgements or stereotypes.

About 5 minutes into the conversation though, you realized that your judgement was well-called for. He started off by saying that he was a hockey player (gag) and his dad was a doctor and his mother was a pharmacist, so he was the typical sheltered rich kid.

The rest of the shift passed quickly, and after your last table paid and left, you showed Jimin how to do the cash out at the end of the night. Your hopes of it being slow were wrong - it was super busy and you were mad because you were only walking out with $35 when normally you would have made $120 or more.

Once the receipts were balanced, Jimin insisted on buying you a drink at the bar. You really tried to decline, but he didn't allow you so you ordered yourself a beer and sat beside him.

You and him shared awkward small talk and once the beer was finished, you excused yourself by telling him you had an essay to finish, but you'd see him tomorrow.

He smiled at you, licked his lips and said that he'd see you tomorrow. Once you sat in your car, you slammed your head on the steering wheel and groaned.

You were not looking forward to working with Park Jimin.