Stray kids BXB

24. Knight in shining leather / minsung

Warnings : attempted sexual harassment, creepy advances, gang violence, foul language, major violence warning, cross dressing, gore and injury's mentioned

Summary : jisung works at a local diner, since working there he's always acted cautious around the groups of bikers that come in regularly, that is until those same bikers are the ones saving him.

⚠️this one is quite triggering, read at your own discretion!⚠️

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"Order up! Table three!"

"-on it chef!"

After the chef rung up the order with the help of the small silver desk bell by the counter jisung quickly skipped over to gather the prepared orders.

His frilly skirt swished as he did so, the standard attire at the diner he worked at; it was a plain pastel pink button up shirt with cropped short sleeves, paired with a slightly poofy mid-thigh length skirt with an ironed white apron tied at the waist.

With the plates balanced perfectly in his arms jisung turned to the tables and set the orders down, paying no mind to the costumers that turned heads as he walked by.

"Can I get more coffee?"

"Another order of fries to share please!"

"Napkins over here, and some salt!"

"Can you wipe up this spill?"

It was a hectic fast paced job, but truthfully jisung loved it that way. He thrived in this setting and got along well with his usual costumers,

At least almost all his usual costumers...

The front door rung as more costumers walked in, jisung only needed a glimpse to know who it was.

Almost every night, just after the sun would set, a handful of bikers would walk in, order their usuals, tip well, and leave. It was unfortunately very common in this part of town.

At first it was intimidating, they walked in like they owned the place, scared off most of the employees with their auras alone.

This specific group consisted of four members from a well known biker gang, the 'strays' as they were called, known for their ruthless behaviour and rumoured to have beaten and even killed those who messed with them.

The group sat down at a booth near the back, jisungs co-worker immediately paled when she realized it was her section.

"J-jisung? Would you mind uh... covering my table for me?"

Her eyes blinked at him with her full dark lashes, as if pleading he would take the table for her.

"Of course, you know I don't care about that stuff, but you owe me for this being the third time this week"

And it was true, jisung had grown up to learn things on his own, he was stern and sassy at times and didn't take shit from anyone. The bikers were intimidating sure, but jisung had been covering their tables on behalf of his co-workers for the longest time, by now it hardly phased him.

The first time he did so it was quite scary, but surprisingly they were respectful enough to order with little complaints and after receiving the first generous tip from them he couldn't complain much. That didn't go for every biker he serviced but these usual costumers hadn't tested his patience once.

"Order up table seven!"

"-coming!"

After taking care of his other tables jisung finally made his way over to the bikers, he quickly set down a few menus and placed down a handful of utensils, not even bothering to pull his notepad out as he already anticipated what they wanted.