Ice Heat (Taehyung FanFic)

Chapter Six: Ice Cream

"Loren! Order for table 12!" My boss, Isabelle bellowed from the front. I was just changing for my shift at Fondue Freeze – the biggest, and only, ice cream parlor at our neighborhood. The place is very bright for my taste what with all the colors and rainbows covering every inch of space there is to spare, but the pay is good, and one could never go wrong with ice cream. "I'm not feeling this day," Jae, my coworker, and friend, sighed next to me. She was very pretty – straight, black hair, flawless skin, killer body – but she was always tired. Like 24/7, I had no sleep, woe-is-me tired.

"I have a date tonight that I need to get ready for, and here I am, scooping ice cream on a Monday night." I laughed, "At least it's not a Friday night."

"Loren!" Another bellow came from Isabelle. I winced, tying my messy hair up into a pony tail and rushing to the table.

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"Hi!" I put on my biggest forced smile up and faced the people I was supposed to get orders for. It was a group of boys my age, two girls sitting among them and laughing at a joke that one of them has made. "What can I get you?"

"2 scoops of Cookies and Cream, 1 scoop of Pineapple and Vanilla and 2 scoops of Banana Split topped off with some hot fudge." I scribbled madly on my notebook, trying to get everything that one of the boys has said. "Is that all?" I asked, clipping my pen back to my pocket. The guy looked up at me, a pretty smile etching his features. Nice ones for that matter. He had a straight nose, high cheekbones, dark blue eyes and blonde, almost white hair. "Oh that was just for me."

Oh wow. "You're paying, Taeyong," {A/N: Taeyong haha not Taehyung – this one is from NCT U <3} one of the girls pitched in, placing her hands on his shoulder. He rolled his eyes as the rest of the group ordered more ice cream before he smiled up at me again.

His name is Taeyong. What the fu –

"Okaay!" I smiled, my voice perhaps a bit too loud and squeaky. "I'll get your orders right up."

Is it me or do I have a special affinity towards people whose names start with Tae? Jae was talking next to me, scooping in the Banana Splits and the Vanillas into cups, but I was completely lost. Again. Thinking about Taehyung.

I had tried so hard to not think about what he had told me at his house earlier today, pushing it down into those deep places in my mind for the rest of my shift. But that wasn't working.

Me wielding freaking ice? And my parents were Niara? Everything I've ever known about my life came crumbling down in a matter of minutes – in front of a person I had least expected. What am I going to do now? So many questions raking my head and I haven't even gotten one of them answered. And Taehyung kicked me out. For the second time.

This was so not fair.

"And then I am going to elope with my boyfriend to Kazakhstan in 30 minutes," I blinked, looking at Jae next to me. "Uh, Jae –" She fell into a fit of giggles, placing the cups onto a big tray and pushing it to me. "Oh, so you were actually listening. I'm not eloping, silly. And you're ice cream is dripping."

Shoot! Isabelle is going to murder me. She sighed, patting my back and locking her amber eyes onto mine. "Look, Lor, you seem to be really out of it today. Don't know why and not going to ask. But don't let boss Izo see you like this. Okay?" She smiled, flipping her unbelievably straight hair back. "I'll clean this up. You go serve the orders in." I smiled, silently thanking her for not prodding about my mood. Jae can be quite weird sometimes, and more similar to a rock actually – hating the essence of any sort of movement – but she can be sensitive and I was happy to have her as a friend. "Go." She pushed me before sauntering off to the back room to get a mop.