BTS Imagines

Jin - Valentine's Deal

Credit for the idea goes my friend Dee ❤️️
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«fluff»

Valentine's Day was troublesome for lots of reasons, and yeah, the majority of them were just your general bitterness toward couples. But once you get past the hot pink decor, PDA, and overall gushiness, there's one major pro: sales. Chocolate prices plummet. Clothes are always on sale. Restaurants even have special menus—! If you were a pair that is. That said, you shuffled into a fast food place on Valentine's Day to escape the February snow and hopefully warm up. It wasn't exactly part of the plan, but the weather was a lot colder and windier than you'd anticipated. Raising your head to face the cashier, you offered a tight lipped smile and browsed the menu behind his head.

"Hello," he greeted dully. He was probably tired of all the couples too. "How are you today?"

"I'm alright. Cold though."

He made an uninterested "mm" sound. "We have a deal for two as our Valentine's Special today," he continued in that same monotone, "So if you have your partner with you, you can get two things for the price of one."

A light bulb went off.

"You don't have a boyfriend!" You reminded yourself.

"But think of all the food you can get!"

As you lingered at the counter, the cashier, either oblivious or uncaring of your internal dialogue, coughed as a way to tell you to stop wasting his time. Oh well. You'd happily pass off a little white lie for the sake of savings. Pointing to a random person scrolling through their phone as they sat at empty table, you declared confidently that "he's right over there."

The cashier didn't move, his dark eyes boring into you.

Your smile twitched.

"Alright," he suddenly smiled back. He put in your order, handed you a call number, and continued on with that wide grin. You wrinkled your brows.

Suspiciously, you turned away and walked to the bathroom. When you came back out, your number was called as if on cue, and the cashier held the same intense smile as you came up to accept your order.

"Here you are," he said cheerfully. "Enjoy your meal together."

It was at that moment— the moment when his beady eyes opened into slits to lock on to you, the moment when his lips curled up like a witch's grin, the moment when his words were suddenly at you throat like a poisoned dagger— that you realized you'd entered a snake pit.

You flashed a nervous smile back and grabbed your tray, shuffling over to the man that was still on his phone.

"Great going. You really dug yourself a nice hole this time, didn't you. Sheesh— I knew you had it coming too."

Your inner self was such a twat sometimes.

Pulling out the seat across from the stranger, you gingerly set your tray down. He stared at you, but he made an effort to smile through his confusion.

"Um, hello," you wagered, "I... I kind of need your help." He blinked and leaned forward in response. The cashier's eyes pierced into you like laser beams. As naturally as you could, you passed him some of your meal as you explained: "I told the cashier we were a couple so I could get the two for one deal. So... So um..."

He caught on. Laughing loudly, he placed a light hand over yours as he exclaimed, "Honey! No need to be so nervous; haha you confused me for a bit there!"

You laughed back weakly, dumbstruck.

"Sheesh, what a wreck." He picked up a fry and brought it up to his mouth. "Just stare at my handsome face, and you'll feel better. Ah, you really are blessed to have such a perfect boyfriend." He made a noise of self praise, like he was squealing at himself, and chewed his— your— food with a smile. Then in a low voice, he said: "Jin."

Wow. What a character. And "Jin?" Was that his name? Oh well; for now it was.

"So Jin, how's—"

"Class?" Rude. " Pretty good. I've wanted to major in acting for a long time, so it's fun." Oh wait. Actor? So that's why he could talk so smoothly; he certainly had the looks for it too. You know, on second thought, maybe he wasn't being rude; he was probably saving you from saying something wrong. "How's your... job?" Ah, he hesitated.

"So-so. You already know how customer service is."

"Is that guy still bothering you?"

"What?"

"That guy. Is he still bothering you?"

His eyes looked serious. Was he referring to the cashier that was not-so-subtly monitoring your conversation? He couldn't have known about that asshole from work unless...

A stalker?

"No," you replied carefully before you took a bite of your burger. That seemed to please the man across from you, because his features softened.

"That's good," he smiled, "I thought I'd have to show up and teach him not to harass other peoples' girlfriends."

Your food lodged in your throat. As you hastily grabbed for your drink, an indiscreet scoff sounded behind you. When you looked, the cashier had turned his head and now donned a sour expression.

Of course this Jin guy wasn't a stalker! You were impressed by how natural he was.

"I guess he bought it," you murmured, still glancing at the man scowling behind the counter.

"Does that mean you'll leave now?"

You whipped your head back around to face the man— "Jin"— and flamed in embarrassment. What a rude— No, I'm the one that dragged him into this. Of course he'd want me to go away. You backed your chair up.

"Wah— Sorry that came off as rude." He extended a hand, as though to place it on your arm, but he stopped midway. Instead he placed it on the table.

"What I should have said was: will you stay here a little longer?"

Shocked that he wasn't shooing you away, you scooted back up and nodded mutely. For the next few hours you two talked; Jin would joke, and you would try to scorn the angsty cashier as payback; you even made plans to meet again. And all of it started with a simple introduction.

"Hi," he had smiled with his hand clasped in yours, "I'm Kim Seokjin."