Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #33 Cherry Burn

"Jungkook!"

"Move!"

"Watch where you're going!"

"Jungkook! You spilled the Smirnoff! Wipe it up!"

"You gave Mr. Kung the wrong drink!"

"Why are you ignoring your regulars?!"

"Look at your uniform! There's salt all over your sleeves."

"What's wrong with you today?"

"Hey Jungkook, why don't you go home early? We'll wrap the night up. Take a breather, come to work tomorrow with an empty mind."

I cowered my head. Hobi had his hand firmly pressed on my shoulder. I've been fucking up everything the entire night. The only thing my mind could seem to focus on was the replaying of countless scenarios on how to give the contract to Taehyung.

"I'm sorry Hoseok. I really am. I don't know what's wrong with me today."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Everyone has bad days. Is everything alright with you?"

I nodded, not really wanting to say much else. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. I've made today hell for all of my other coworkers. Hobi massaged my shoulders, giving me a frim pat on the back before stepping out from behind the counter.

"Take care of yourself. Don't think about today too much. You can make it up to me by coming into work tomorrow with a focused mindset."

"Hey Hobi." I said quickly, catching him just in time before he completely disappeared into the crowd.

"Hm?"

"Thank you, really, you've always been understanding and I can't thank you enough."

He smiled.

"See you tomorrow, Jungkook." He said firmly. I grinned. I loved it when he tried to play bad cop. He wanted to be the boss that everyone fears but truthfully he didn't have it in him to be mean. Maybe that's actually worse. Instead of yelling he'll look at you with disappointment. A look like that sticks with you.

I tossed my name tag in my company cubby. I walked out the back door, slipping a cigarette between my lips. I fished in my pockets. No lighter. Shit.

'Flick'

A hand held steadily in front of the end of the cigarette, a sizzle trickling into the air as the paper wrapping blackened. I pulled the cigarette from my lips, letting out a long puff. I gazed into the eyes of the stranger. He looked to be in his late thirties.

"Thanks." I muttered, the cigarette muffling my words. He squinted slightly, studying my every facial feature. He flicked the lighter between his fingers, opening and closing the lid in rhythmic motions. My eyes twisted into a defensive glare.

"Can I do something for you?" I asked firmly. Strings pulled at the corner of his lips.

"Would you by any chance be Jeon Jungkook?" He uttered. I was quick to respond.

"I'm afraid you've got me confused with someone else."

"Is that so?" He said with a curl to his words. Without a second thought I slid past him, my shoulder brushing his. I felt a tickle in my back pocket. I quickly swung my hand to my pants pocket, my hands grazing over an invisible wallet. I twirled around with such speed a tunnel of wind bounced off the alley walls.

"Are you sure you're not Jungkook? Your ID says otherwise."

I glared. I didn't appreciate this bastard's attitude.