Park Jimin Oneshots: Book 1❌

~ After Hours ~

My boyfriend/co-worker and I were stumbling, nearly doubled over in laughter about an inside joke we had as we exited the kitchen.

Boss: "Alright, I'm gonna head out. It's the big anniversary. You two okay to lock up." Our boss questions as we start cleaning up the pizzeria.

Jimin: "Yeah, we'll be good. Have fun." Jimin waves with a grin.

Y/N: "And congratulations." I cheer.

Boss: "Thank you." He chuckles out. 

Boss: "I'll see you tomorrow."

Jimin & Y/N: "See ya." We reply simultaneously, and off he was.

Jimin: "I'll finish wiping down these tables if you wanna count the drawers." Jimin offers.

Y/N: "You sure? Wouldn't wanna leave you out here alone with 'the mozzarella ghost'?" I tease, barely able to hold back my giggling.

Jimin: "Hey, it was real." He winds up the towel in his hands, holding it up 'threateningly'.

Y/N: "Whatever you say, Minnie." I remark in a singsong tone, walking off to the counter.

The time flies by as we get everything set up for the next day's work. We grab our belongings and head to the door, but it appears said door doesn't want us to leave.

As he's yanking on the knob, Jimin frustratingly mutters.

Jimin: "That's weird. It won't budge."

After one final pull, the doorknob falls off into his hands.

Y/N: "Huh. Well, that's fun." I stare at the open hole in the door. 

Y/N: "We can go through the back, right?"

Jimin: "If we did, we'd set off the alarm." He answers as he ponders something. 

Jimin: "Hey, is Jin-hyung still coming to pick you up?"

Y/N: "No, because I told him you were taking me home tonight. I could call him, though."

I dial Seokjin's number, but after the fourth ring, I wonder why he isn't picking up.

(Seokjin was dead asleep on his couch, face down in a bowl of popcorn with his phone vibrating off the table.)

Y/N: "He's not answering." I frown.

Jimin: "Alright, well, there's that." Jimin sighs, dropping his bag onto the floor and striding away towards the kitchen.

Y/N: "Hey, what're you doing?"

Jimin: "Making the best out of a tough situation. Wanna join me." He calls back and I can practically hear the grin on his face.

Following curiously, I watch as he pulls down two aprons and turns on the pizza oven. He drapes the garment over my head and wraps the strings around before tying it.

Y/N: "Are we-?"

Jimin: "Making a pizza." He finishes my sentence with a slow nod. 

Jimin: "Any kind you want."

And so we go, pulling a batch of fresh dough from the proofing drawer, counter heavily dusted with flour. I begin rolling out my circle and his eyes are practically burning holes into the counter as he watches me.

Y/N: "What?" I finally chuckle out.

Jimin: "Nothing. That's just a very interesting way of rolling out pizza dough." He comments.

Y/N: "How? This is how I've always done it. You should know. You taught me." I jab a teasing finger at him.

Jimin: "You sure? I've seen you roll dough for months and it's different this time. Maybe I should teach you again."