EIGHTY SIX PILOT :: FUCK FACES "when i run out of road you bring me home" — sweet creature hs
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"Who touched my fucking pot?" Jeno seethed, marching through the tight back kitchen of 'The Beef' — a local, family owned diner, placed in the very heart of the blue collar, working class city of his hometown. "Corner!"
Coming to the main gas stove top in front of the expo station, he spotted the large stainless steel pot he claimed as his own. His hands readily shot out from his sides— intentions of stealing back the occupied pot that held a boiling broth.
Before he could lay a finger pad on it, Hera swiftly smacked his hand with her wooden spoon. "Don't fucking touch that. It's the new saimin broth," She muttered curtly, and turned down the heat to a simmer.
Waltzing in, Renjun— clad in a 'The Beef' tee and skinny jeans— pushed past the woman. A grunt erupted from her throat. He sniffed the liquid closely before turning around to face his relative. "New broth?" He questioned to which the woman only replied with an eye roll. "The fuck you changing it up for?"
Mark, who Hera only met just before beginning her head chef duties, came out of his corner. "Haree never changed recipes," He backed up the taller as he fixed the beanie atop his messy locks.
Hera glanced back, eyeing at the sugar that stayed atop his shirt. Her eyes rolled back again, her irritation growing by the second. The woman's clipped ponytail felt like it was getting tighter and her white chef shirt felt claustrophobic all of a sudden. She already hated being in this kitchen, the people were just making it worse.
"Guess he never had any taste buds," A new face answered earnestly about her late brother.
Renjun's neck nearly broke at how fast he turned to look at the male. "Who the fuck is this?" He asked, giving the boy a judgmental once over.
"Jaemin Na, I'm staging today. Nice to—"
"Yea, yea, yea. Cousin why the fuck are we getting himbos in the kitchen now?" Renjun pointed a finger at the man, his fingertip just a few inches from his nose.
Hera pushed his hand down and urged him away, causing the male to stumble back a few feet. Her cousin flipped her off with both hands, muttering any offensive remark known to man. She could only tune him out. "Fuck when I walked in here after how many years, I thought this place was a working class version of magic mike. I wasn't complaining,"
"Shut it, woman," Renny snarled.
"Hey we open in 10, and unless you dickwads want to anger the line of construction men out there, I'd suggest you to finally get it together and shut the fuck up to do your job," Hera whipped her spoon around, pointing at each of the men. She then turned to the male who was equally as unfamiliar to this establishment as she was. "Jaemin, go be useful,"
The blonde nodded curtly before turning around to walk to his station— however he was met with a heavy bump by the "cousin."
"Yea come here and suck my cock," Renjun teased making a vulgar face by scrunching up his expression and sticking out his tongue like a dog.
"Renny, that's fucking harassment," Mark butted in and nudged the man in his side. It caused the boy to wince slightly before returning back to his antics.
Jaemin agreed silently, looking around for anyone else to put the dog in its place. However as his eyes darted to the only woman's back view, she was already walking to the front of house to talk with the cashier.
Renjun appeared in his vision abruptly, trying to appear dominant. "Well what's up morherfucker say hello to HR,"
Done with the back of house commotion, Hera peaked her head through the connecting window that helped with inner house communication. "Come on shit heads, doors open in 10. I need noodles cut right now!"
