Enchanting | Jikook

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It's not a bad job. Not the worst he's had. Definitely better than the delivery thing he had going for a while, the one he still has nightmares about. Learning all the drinks by heart and figuring out how to make them without breaking everything was weirdly challenging, and Jimin isn't particularly fond of working the graveyard shift all the damn time because he's just a man who likes his sleep, but it's not bad.

Working at night means it's not interfering with his classes, so that's important, plus he'll be working alone most of the time, and that's actually pretty great. And it's not like there's a whole lot of people in a coffee shop at three in the morning, so he'll have a lot of time to work on his projects without anyone distracting him, he's kind of looking forward to that.

Right now though, he's still too new to be left alone. It's his last night working with Taehyung, who's been teaching him everything there is to know about the job. It was Taehyung who got it for him too, Jimin is pretty much convinced the kid would do anything for him and it's a little disorienting sometimes, but he's thankful for this one. He and Taehyung share the same major, but Jimin is almost done and Taehyung is only just starting, so the latter looks up to him a lot.

It's a little over half past midnight when the door to the modern looking little shop swings open and both Jimin and Taehyung look up from their phones and put on their polite customer service smiles. Taehyung's smile falters quickly, though.

"Ah," he says, quietly, so only Jimin can hear. "I was wondering when they'd show up."

They are a group of two boys and one girl, all looking somewhere between Taehyung's age, all in tight pants and leather jackets like a uniform, one's hair is lightened, another one's is almost purple, they all look tactically disheveled with 'edgy' tattoos and a little too disinterested to be the only customers in a coffee shop.

They also all look like troublemakers, but Jimin thinks that they look like they're trying to look like troublemakers, and that kind of takes the danger out of the atmosphere for him.

The one with the brown hair strolls forward to the counter first, hands in the pockets of his jacket. He'd be handsome, Jimin thinks, if he stopped looking at people like they're miles beneath him.

He's got nice heart shaped thin lips, his eyes are deep gray like a storm and his hair was styled perfectly. Taehyung had a look of pure resentment on his face, so the guy is officially off limits.

"Hello, Jungkook," says Taehyung, in a voice so cold that Jimin almost shoots him an impressed glance. He's never heard him talk like that.

'Jungkook' throws him a short, indifferent look before redirecting his gaze towards the list of drinks. "Taehyung."

For all the coolkid getup, Jimin finds it kind of hilarious that the guy orders a hot chocolate with extra cream, but, alright. He tells him to just write Kook on the plastic cup, so Jimin does that, not yet ready to ask him what the hell he did to Taehyung to make the poor kid look at him like that, even though he'd kind of like to. He's not overly fond of the thought of someone hurting Taehyung, and Jungkook did hurt him in a way, Jimin can tell that much.

His two friends, 'Sana' and 'Hobi' according to their cups, order coffee and wait for their orders while leaning against the counter with Jungkook coolly and watching them in complete silence. Jimin thinks they're being a little pathetic, but then again, he still has no idea who these three are. Maybe they're like a local gang, or some emo version of the three musketeers. Or they're practicing for their newest performance of Grease.

They leave once they have their drinks, and as soon as the door closes behind them, Jimin turns to watch Taehyung relax slowly, actually heaving a long exhale like he'd been held at gunpoint until just now.

"Who was that?" Jimin asks carefully.

Taehyung makes a dismissive noise at the back of his throat, and turns to start cleaning the sink with a furious kind of thoroughness Jimin isn't used to from him.

"They used to be my friends," he says, spitting the last word out like dirt, and Jimin can feel a bitter taste in his mouth. "But they're not anymore, and they still come here a couple times a week, order their shit and leave. I mean, it's not like they do anything bad, it probably shouldn't piss me off as much as it does, but our friendship's over and they just..."

He waves one hand around, throwing soap suds through their area behind the counter. "There's enough other coffee shops all over the city for them," Jimin finishes for him. "They could be going there instead of still bothering you when they know you work nights here."

Taehyung just nods, and Jimin sighs quietly. Yeah, that's a dick move. This Jungkook person is an asshole.

to be continued...