WINGS || Taehyung

#5 - New Staff

Next morning dawned like nothing happened the day before. The sun shone bright, birds chirped, cars honked, everybody was alive.

You got up, half asleep, searching for your phone to deactivate the alarm that was ringing annoyingly. Finally finding it under your shoulder, you switched it off and almost fell back asleep when you heard a soft knock on the door.

'Y/N?' You heard Jin's voice.

You were pretty pissed at him to say the least. It was childish, definitely, but you felt he, as your best friend, had a duty to encourage you through your social life as you were very bad at making new friends.

'Are you awake?' He asked again, this time louder.

'Yeah.' You almost whispered, but you figured he could still hear you.

'I'm going for my class. It's earlier than usual today. I'll see you in the evening. Love you and take care, alright?' You heard him say in a defeated voice as his footsteps retreated from your door.

Sighing, you picked up your bag and put on your shoes, the toast still in your hand.

For some reason, you had no appetite today, but you were also slightly looking forward to attending work.

"Thanks, Taehyung for making me look forward to work for the first time ever." You silently thought, but the next thing what happened had you whipping your head around.

"You're welcome, Y/N."

You stopped at the door, 'What? Who- Who said that? Who's there?' To say that you were surprised and shocked, would no doubt be an understatement. You were more than just shocked; You were scared beyond belief that you almost shouted for Jin.

But you stayed quiet and strained your ears for any more noises. When you heard none, you hurriedly grabbed your keys and ran out of the door, almost forgetting to lock it.

Meanwhile, Taehyung face palmed so hard that it sounded like a thunder clap.

He couldn't believe he had been extremely stupid to actually talk to you telepathically. It was by reflex, as far as he could reason.

'That was kind of what was expected of you, Kim Taehyung,' Taehyung whipped around, almost bumping into the black haired man.

'Shit. Min Yoongi, you need to stop creeping up on me like that.' He said before turning back, just in time to see you walk out of the gates of your apartment complex.

'But why? It's fun.' Yoongi said, keeping a smug look on his face, also watching you walk in the other direction.

'You could always just seem to appear out of no where and offer her a ride,' he said again, as he exchanged glances between Taehyung's eager gaze and your retreating figure.

'I don't want to seem like some creepy stalker to her.' He said, giving him an annoyed look. Taehyung just wanted some peace of mind, and Yoongi's presence was not helping at all.

'Like what you are doing isn't creepy enough already. You spoke in her head and are keeping a very "keen" eye on her. I'm sure she doesn't think any more lowly of you now.' Yoongi retorted, smirking at what he considered was the best burn of the century.

'Why are you even here?' Taehyung stood up from his crouched position and turned to look at him, his height towering over him.

'Keeping an eye on you, doing my job, you know - things you never do?' He replied, looking to his side so he didn't have to look up to make eye contact with Taehyung.

'You're right,' Taehyung began, moving backwards as he prepared to leave, 'I would never do the job of staring at a bleached face.' He smiled sweetly before disappearing into thin air, leaving a frustrated Yoongi behind who had his hands mid air as he had gone to grope for Taehyung's neck, but failed.

'Hoseok, I know, but please, can you not follow me?' You said, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips as you quickened your pace.

'Don't be stupid, Y/N. I'm not following you, I'm just walking in the same direction as you,' He said as he gave you smile, him already having caught up with you.

'You're just giving a sentenced synonym for the word follow.' You said, not even bothering with trying to shoo him away at this point.

'Can I come with you to your work place?' He asked you innocently, but you knew he would mess it up.

'Why? So you can take a picture of me in my maid's attire and make it viral?' You looked at him, stopping in your tracks and crossed you arms over your chest.

'Oh, you mean, this?' He took out his phone and searched his gallery, making you unfold your arms in panic.

'What-'

'I didn't think you knew about me taking your picture in your maid's attire though,' he said, as he continued to scroll through his phone, not letting you see it.

'No! Wait, Hoseok, let me see, what did you-' You began but then he looked at you, trying to hold in a laugh but failed miserably.

'Ha! You actually thought I had a picture of you?' He asked, his body still racking with laughter.

You huffed and stamped a foot on the ground, clearly pissed with how all the boys you knew in your life were treating you. Instead of smacking his head, you glared at him accusingly before deciding it was just pointless to let out your pent up frustration on him, since it wasn't his fault anyway.

You walked away from there and went into your class, which, thankfully, you didn't have to share with Hoseok.

You walked into the café through the back door and placed your bag in your locker before putting on your dress.

'I can't believe we have to wear this.' You muttered under your breath.

Once you were ready, you walked out and saw your manager talking to a man, who kept nodding at what the manager was saying.

'Hey, Soo Young, who's that?' You asked your co worker, nudging her shoulder as she arranged the money in the cashier.

'Oh that cutie? He's new here, starting today.' She told you as you both eyed him from head to toe, scanning him critically.

'Girls! Come over here, I want you to meet someone.' The manager called you both and the rest of the staff.

As you all walked towards them, you heard people muttering things like how cute he looked and how he is going to be the first guy in the staff.

You approached first, smiling at him. He smiled back at you, showing off both his very deep dimples. He's cute, the thought being the first positive thing you had thought of the whole day. Still, you knew your day would only get better with the appearance of that one man who was beginning to turn your world upside down.

'Why don't you introduce yourself?' The manager urged the silver haired guy. He looked around at everybody before his gaze settled on you.

'Hi-' he said as he stretched a hand towards you, 'I'm Kim Namjoon.'