Taehyung walked into the restaurant, “Kim’s Eatery,” with his nose in the air like he was walking a red carpet. In one hand, he carried a plate with a cloche, and the other was tucked behind his back like some culinary master about to present a Michelin-star dish.
The moment he stepped inside, his mood soured like expired milk.His staff looked like they had mistaken the restaurant for a daycare center. Kai was using the dining table as his personal pillow, a broom loosely held in his hand . It was like he was auditioning for the role of Sleeping Beauty’s less successful cousin. Yeonjun was sitting on the stairs, eyes glued to a soap opera on the restaurant’s giant TV, a dusting cloth in his hand, but not a speck of dust on it.
Then there was Soobin, sitting in the corner peeling a potato with the blunt end of a knife. Tears streamed down his face, but not because of onions. No, he was the manager, yet here he was, demoted to potato duty by Beomgyu, who was busy giving himself a manicure with the focus of a surgeon. Meanwhile, Taehyun was practically begging Beomgyu to do his nails next, like they were at a spa instead of a workplace.
Taehyung’s blood pressure skyrocketed. He could already feel the gray hairs sprouting on his scalp. Running this circus was going to age him decades before his time. And let’s not even get started on the biggest brat of all, the king of chaos himself: Jeon Jungkook.
The restaurant was supposed to open an hour ago, but judging by the state of his crew, they were about as ready as a snail in a marathon.
“Everyone, ATTENTION!” Taehyung’s voice boomed through the restaurant like a drill sergeant, but his words bounced off them like rubber bullets.
“EVERYONE!” he bellowed, finally snapping them out of their stupor.
“Oh, hey, boss. You’re finally here,” Beomgyu said lazily, still focused on blowing on his freshly painted nails like he was getting ready for a beauty pageant.
“You’re late, sir,” Kai chimed in, rubbing sleep from his eyes and wiping drool from the corner of his mouth , as if he as done favour on Taehyung by just waking up .
“Did you bring us breakfast?” Yeonjun asked, his eyes twinkling like he was five and Taehyung was Santa Claus.
“They made me peel!” Soobin wailed, throwing himself at Taehyung’s feet like a damsel in distress. “I’m the manager, not a peasant!”
Taehyung patted Soobin’s head like he was consoling a traumatized puppy. “This,” he said, slamming the cloche onto the table with dramatic flair, “is for my very hardworking team.”
The moment the cloche was lifted, a foul stench filled the room. The dish looked like something that had been fished out of a dumpster.
“Eww, what is that?”
“Yuck! Did someone’s dog puke?”
“Did something die in there?”
“Is this... edible?”
“Whoever made this, confess your sins now.”
Taehyung smirked. “This, my dear slackers, was cooked by Jungkook. And from now on, anyone caught slacking off will have to eat his culinary experiments.”
The room fell silent, the horror setting in.
“Who’s Jungkook?” Beomgyu whispered to Yeonjun like they were gossiping in the back pew of a church.
“He’s the guy sir’s supposed to marry, according to the latest tea,” Yeonjun whispered back, eyes darting around for eavesdroppers.
“Who’s your source?” Beomgyu asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Aunty Kim. And you know her tea never spills wrong,” Yeonjun replied confidently.
“Well, if that’s true, poor sir is going to be eating this… whatever it is… for the rest of his life,” Beomgyu grimaced.
“Hold up. Sir hasn’t accepted the proposal yet,” Yeonjun added, eyes wide with intrigue.
“So, Jungkook proposed?” Beomgyu asked, clearly invested now.
“Yup, seems like that,” Yeonjun said, nodding sagely.
“WILL YOU TWO STOP DISCUSSING MY LIFE LIKE I’M NOT STANDING RIGHT HERE?” Taehyung roared, nearly bursting a vein.
“Geez, did that Jungkook guy really like him ,I mean with this temper ?”Beomgyu whispered, not so quietly, earning a death glare from Taehyung.
“Yeonjun, you’re on garden duty today. And Beomgyu, guess what? You’re joining him,” Taehyung declared with a devilish smirk.
“No, sir, please! Anything but the garden!” they begged, but Taehyung was already walking away, ignoring their pleas.
As they dragged themselves out to the garden, Yeonjun plopped down with a dramatic sigh. “I swear, this garden will be the end of me.”
Beomgyu leaned against the broom like it was his last lifeline. “Sir is a dictator. We need a hero to save us from this tyranny.”
Yeonjun’s eyes sparkled as if a light bulb had just turned on above his head. “Wait, we do have a hero.”
Beomgyu looked up, confused. “Who?”
“THE GREAT JEON JUNGKOOK ,” Yeonjun announced, raising his fist to the sky like he had just discovered fire.
“Are you serious? The guy who nearly poisoned us with even the smell of that dish?” Beomgyu asked, skepticism written all over his face.
“Yes! He’s the king of all brats. If we make him our leader, our guru, we’ll be free from Sir’s wrath. Plus, he’s going to be the future owner. It’s smart to be on good terms with the mistress of the house,” Yeonjun said with the enthusiasm of someone who just won the lottery.
Beomgyu’s eyes widened as the plan clicked. “You’re right! Guru Jungkook-nim will be our savior. We’ll follow him and be free of Sir’s torment.”
The two exchanged a devious grin, already planning the grand monastery they’d build in honor of their guru.
They were ready to pledge their lives to the Cult of Jungkook—anything to escape the wrath of Taehyung.
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