My Brother's Girlfriend (BTS JIMIN FANFIC)

Chap. 10: Wendy

James and Wendy ordered the 'regular' and of course I couldn't bare to look.

Their relationship is a joke.

Why is that beautiful girl with a fag?

She needs to be with me.

I'd make her so happy, I'd sing for her, cook for her, make her laugh, love her.

She'd have my all.

But she chooses him...

Sigh.

"Jimin."

I turned my head, "Yes, Jin?"

"You're on kitchen duty." He said.

"Ok. What do I have to do?" I asked and followed him.

"The dishes." He said.

-_- I hate this job.

"Ok.." I unwillingly said.

He lead me to the sink in the back, it was piled with dirty dishes.

I frowned.

He patted my back, "Good luck!"

"Heh.. thanks." I awkwardly said.

Man this sucks. I have to do this all by myself? What the fuck is it going to teach me? How to be treated like a peasant?

I sighed and began to wash them, it was hard at first since I had to use specific tools I'm unfamiliar with. But thankfully the other workers told me how to, and I got the hang of it.

But what pissed me off was that every time I was about to be done, more dishes piled up.

I mean, I get this is a busy restaurant, but really? More dishes..

My hands are getting tired and all spongy like.. it's gross.

"Jimin!"

"Yeah, Jin?" I said and looked at him.

"I need you to clean table 4 and assist table 8." He ordered.

"But I don't know how to be a waiter." I told him, "This is my first day."

"Then learn. Go." He said and walked away.

Seriously? C'mon that's not fair.

"Fuck.." I hissed and put down my cleaning utensils and dried my hands.

Worker#1: Hey it'll be alright kiddo.

Worker#2: Yeah, Jin can be hard on you now but he'll love you sooner.

Worker#3: Just prove him wrong.

I looked at them, "You're not lying to me are you?..."

Worker#2: Of course not. He was like that with us.

Worker#1: Now he invites me to parties and stuff.

Worker#3: He's very nice. Trust me.

Hm. Well they have been working here long enough.

"I guess you're right." I said.

"Jimin?" Jin called.

"Gotta blast." I said and scurried on out of there.

"Yeah?" I said and stood by him.

He pointed, "Those two tables please. You got 5 minutes."

"5 minutes?!" I exclaimed.

"4. I'm counting." He said and checked his watch.

He has no chill.

I hurried to table to 4 and began to clean it up, no tip was left either. Those savages. Hmph!