Love is half

3

He never saw himself as a manager of fucking DunkinDonuts.

But every time he steps in here, it hits him hard that how much he regrets it.

From counting to how many donuts he needs to make, how many lids are missing, small, medium, large--extra fucking large, he needs to write down everything from the bottom in the note of the iPad with the ugliest shade of rubber red cover he has ever seen. The meetings with the owner and inspection days are coming closer and every time he thinks of ordering his employees around, he is sure the hair fall he is getting everyday won't be increased by now. Soon he will be bald because someone, one of the new employees, drops a whole glass of almond milk on the floor.

And being the favorite manager he is, he has to keep calm and keep the panicking employee calm.

"I asked for oat milk-! and it does not look like oat milk to me-" Some customer who is almost near his death complains, his skin is wrinkly and legs are about to fall. He oddly reminds Jungkook of the grandma who used to live two houses away from his childhood home. She had a huge birthmark on her left cheeks that everyone used to call her a cursed witch but he never did, he thought it was unique. But it is oatmilk, because he saw with his own eyes that Jimin was making the drink with his own hands, small hands wrapped around a bottle, FRESH OATMILK was written boldly on the top.

Heat begins to prickle on the short black haired male, Jungkook knows if he doesn't step in, soon police will be crowding in the store because Park Jimin, is anything but calm and peaceful. He is sure the older male would throw the whole oat milk cartoon in the older' man's face.

"Sir-" Jungkook ignores Yoongi's protests to  let Jimin handle the situation, then goes to the register, "I will make you another one" He says with a smile.

Jimin glares at him. Jungkook makes another iced coffee, making sure that man's eyes are glued to his drink while he is making it. He hands the old man his coffee, and the guy leaves with a satisfied smile.

One dollar and fifty cents are added to the mushroom printed tip jar.

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"Don't you think you are too nice sometimes?", the sun is pouring in the store from outside. After the heavy rain, New York has been nothing but  a piece of shit because even in the heat of july, it's almost hundred degree that the air conditioner is giving up on their skin. He can feel the uncomfortable wetness on his armpit.

Across him, Jimin sits with his lips turned downwards, still salty about the event earlier. Jungkook munches on the fruit salad on his lap, working in a fastfood shop never made him choose anything unhealthy and he wonders if his grandma will be proud of him for choosing the greenish food he could manage to find.

"It's okay hyung" He shrugs, his lips are simmered with 100% real yogurt or what he has claimed as home made Yogurt, the sun reflects on Jimin's name tag, the light almost makes him want to wish he wore sunglasses. "no big deal, we have dealt with worse haven't we? and he is aged...you should expect these things" He says.

There was one time someone asked for BACON egg and cheese on croissant, and he made the lady her BACON egg and cheese on croissant. Once her order was served, she swore she had TURKEY egg and cheese on croissant of course. And she was young enough to remember what she ordered.

Things happens. And he has learnt to deal with it.

"My ass. He just wanted to make me look like a dumb fuck, I clearly remember to put oat milk and if you don't beli-"

"Ah, hyung. Go finish eating, Yoongi hyung has been handling register all by himself." Jungkook says softly, a playful glare. Because he knows Jimin. Of course he trusts him.