Pastel Boys

Part 1

God, if it isn't the most boring job ever in the history of jobs; only 18 years old and Jungkook works at a freaking QP station, he barely gets paid enough, but it's enough for him to pay rents and bills and food here and there. His shifts start early oddly enough, considering he's definitely not a morning person. His daily routine basically consists of being late, and rushing so fast to get ready that he looks completely worn down by the time he's done.

"Dammit- just dammit,"

Jungkook hears himself say as he looks at the clock, 20 minutes late. He's usually up in time, but this time its just a terrible hangover caused by hours spent at that fancy, expensive bar he went to last night.

He barely gives himself some time to look fairly decent for his shift, but it really doesn't matter at this point because, again, he works at a QP station.

Sometimes, he wishes to call out sick when he's late as an excuse, only because he hates the customers that approach. Most of them smell of billions of cigarettes which could suffocate you if you smell hard enough; then some are just down right bitter.

His shift starts at 8:45, but now its almost 9:15, he knows his boss will be completely furious with him, but he tries his best to go with it sometimes only because he's used to being lectured.

He arrives at the little boxed station in his beat down Grand Cherokee jeep, pulling into the parking space that's admittedly too small to be careless about how you park your car. Jungkooks heart drops instantly, seeing unsatisfied customers lined up at the sliding glass casement. There aren't only but 4 of them waiting, but the pressure is so high on him that he feels his head might explode.

"I-I'm sorry I woke up late-"

Jungkook struggles to get himself together while entering the small closed box.

"I could care less, kid. Your stupid gas pump isn't working."

The customer's obviously angry, but jungkook follows a policy that only allows him to evolve around the station and nothing related to the other stuff at the place.

"I'm- I'm sorry sir, maybe try to find a pump that'll work for you? There are plenty of other stations."

Jungkook knows he sounds anxious, but the guy keeps glaring at him like a piece of dead meat.

"Fine. Be that way, you suck at your-"

Before the man could finish his hateful sentence, a customer behind him grows impatient.

"Dude, give this cashier a break, wont'cha?  He's just a kid man, and he gave you a pretty good damn reason to be late. So if all you're going to do is complain, then move out of my way before further damage is done. Hm?"

He ends his short rant with a playfull smile, obviously enjoying the irritation dancing in the man's eyes. A word isn't said after it all, and the other finally approaches jungkook,  giving him the same exact smile, satisfied.

"Two packs of cigarettes,  please and thank you."

Jungkook hesitates to respond, noticing the older males pupils dialate just a bit.

"Ah-yea yea-gotcha."

Jungkook rummages through the different brands and finally finds the right one.