Sweet Dreams || KPOP One-shots

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Group: BTS
Member: Park Jimin
Theme: Angst

— Fixed —

"Yah, you dumb girl!" You flinched as you heard your nickname being called by your boss. You quickly turned to her with your eyes casted downwards.

"N-Ne."

"Serve the table at the corner, number 8!" You blinked as you felt your legs jelly. "What the hell are you waiting for?! Hurry!" You felt her push your back harshly, your soul going back into your body. You bit your lip as you glanced at your aching feet.

You were wearing heels starting from 7 in the morning until now at 10 in the evening, overall, 15 hours in these killer heels. Your boss is a fucking strict one, your chin must always be up and your lips should always be pulled into a smile, forced or not. Your posture must be as perfect as hers, despite her age. She was once a stewardess until her leg was injured and couldn't stand and walk as proper as before. You understood why she was like this.

Her dream to be a successful stewardess was shattered just because of a single injury.

You sighed as you quickly got the menu and walked with a smile towards the said table. There was a lone man with a crisp white long sleeved shirt, black slocks, black socks and shiny black shoes. From his back, he looks like he just attended a formal event.

"Good—" You stopped midway of your greeting, smile faltering when you saw his face. "—evening, sir."

His eyes were puffy as if he was crying for god knows how long already, his lips pale as if he's letting himself dehydrate for hours, his hands were clasped together, slightly shaking.

He's so good-looking but he looks so miserable.

"May I get your order?" You calmed yourself and looked away, not sure if he's fine with you observing his horrible state right now. "Or should I just come back later?"

You were replied with silence but you stayed for a little while, just in case he suddenly speak. But after 5 minutes of standing beside his table, he didn't.

"I'll just get your order later—"

"Hot chocolate and blueberry muffin."

Your eyes slightly widened as he spoke, his voice deep and full of sorrow.

Why are you so sad?

"Coming right up!"

It was past 11 but he was still there. Your boss already went home, putting you in-charge of this young man, who looks like he didn't have a home to go to, since you were the one who served him, she says.

Your eyes kept glancing up the clock as you drummed your fingertips to the wooden counter. He rarely moves that your eyes brightens up every time he does, hoping he would stand and go already. But boy, you were wrong.

Was it that hard to eat a single muffin and drink hot chocolate?

Silently groaning at your aching feet, you slowly stood up and went to the lone man's table. The café was emptied half an hour ago, only you and this young man were left. Your other colleagues already went out without you. What great companions are they.