On the House

Chapter Sixteen

"No fucking way!" Jimin exclaimed. "I love his music! I dance to it all the time!"

"Hey, you know what, Yoongi?" Jungkook said excitedly. "I've heard Seokjin is into guys as well as girls. Do you think you'll have a shot with him?"

"What?!" Yoongi asked incredulously. "I-I can't even think about something like that right now. I'm trying to wrap my head around the fact that Kim fucking Seokjin now knows that I exist!"

"Did he say anything?" Jungkook asked. "Or did his manager or someone do all the talking?"

"No, he did," Yoongi confirmed. "And he said my name!"

Jimin gasped. "Oh my god, how did you not die on the spot?"

"I honestly have no idea!"

"Well, you better get back out there!" Jungkook said hurriedly. "Don't keep him waiting!"

Yoongi nodded, then turned and headed toward the bar. He grabbed a tray on his way, ready to steady the wine bottles and glasses on it. He had counted nine people at the table.

His heart continued to beat wildly as he approached the table again. He smiled as a few of the entourage, and Seokjin himself, looked up at him as he approached. He set the wine glasses down, one in front of each guest, then the bottles. He opened one and set about pouring it into the glasses.

Yoongi could feel Seokjin's eyes on him the entire time, and it took everything in him to keep his hands steady. After he'd finally gotten wine into all of the glasses, he looked up and met eyes with Seokjin.

Seokjin smiled at him, and Yoongi returned it. "Do you have any questions about the menu?" Yoongi asked.

"No, I don't believe so," Seokjin said. "But I do think we're ready to order."

"Of course," Yoongi said, pulling out his notebook. "What can I get for you all?"

He took the orders quickly, then scurried off. He was sure to let the cooks know exactly which order was Seokjin's, so they would handle it with extra care. He then waited a bit, trying to keep his calm as he did. Once half of the dishes for the table were ready, Yoongi headed back out.

"Your food will be right out," Yoongi told the table. "Is there anything else I can get for you in the meantime?"

No one replied at first; the entourage was completely ignoring him. But then Seokjin looked up again and smiled.

"No, thank you, Yoongi. We're okay for now."

Yoongi smiled as well. "Okay, I'll have your food out shortly."

"Thank you, Yoongi."

Yoongi nodded before bowing slightly and then turning on his heel. He held his breath until he entered the kitchen again.

"How's it going?" Jungkook asked as he and Junho entered right behind Yoongi.

"Great," Yoongi said. "He's a really nice guy. He's being really friendly and considerate. Not at all acting like he's better than me or anything."

"I always knew he'd be a good guy," Jungkook said with a grin.

Suddenly, the cooks called up Yoongi's table number, and Yoongi turned. He hurried to grab a tray as he headed to pick up the food.

"Get his number!" Jungkook called as Yoongi exited the kitchen.

Yoongi expertly carried the tray on his shoulder, and began placing the plates in front of the guests. He'd only been able to fit five plates on the tray, so he knew he'd have to make a second trip. As he was serving the plates, however, he realized to his horror that he'd left Seokjin's food in the kitchen. He'd meant to bring it out first. Hell, he'd meant to serve Seokjin first. How could he have made such a stupid mistake?