Adorkable [j.woo] | COMPLETE

6

Finally finished. Every box had been unpacked and put away. But now looking at the penthouse it looked empty. Taehyung sighed, "I should an interior design person." He reached for his phone as he sat down on the one couch already in place.

"Hello?"
"Yes, hello."
"How may I help you."
"I want to hier someone to do the interior design of my house."
"Sir you are aware of the costs, yes?"
"Of course."

When the person they had sent arrived she went to work. She had a catalog along as well as she went about measuring and placing. Then a mover came and put items in place, all the while Taehyung hadn't moved from the couch.

"Sir, we're finished." The woman called. He knew that was a beckoning for payment.

Taehyung sauntered over, his black card in hand. He handed it to the woman without another thought.

"Card declined."

He froze, "card what?!"

"Card declined."

Taehyung shook his head, "check again." That doesn't make sense, that's my personal black card. My bank account! Think Taehyung think, where'd you get the money. He froze again, "shit." He muttered. At the sound of that the woman and the workers began taking back their furniture.

The penthouse was empty again.

«—»

"How was your concert?" A girl asked as Jiwoo walked into work that evening for the extra shift.

Jiwoo nodded, "it went well."

She smiled, "that's good." She began untying her apron, "thanks for taking over for me." She reached into the pocket of her apron handing the pastel haired girl some cash. "It's not much, but here's half of my tips from lunch."

Jiwoo shook her head, "you worked for it, keep it."

The older girl insisted, "I know money is tight for you."

Jiwoo bit down on her lip. "I really shouldn't." But her coworker was already shoving the crinkled bills into her apron pockets.

"Don't worry about it." Jiwoo could see the concern written on the college girls' face. She didn't know how to reply, so she nodded her head politely. "Don't forget to turn off the lights and lock up after your shift."

"Is the boss coming in tonight?" Jiwoo asked timidly.

The college girl paused, taking down her hair, before replying. "He might. But probably not. Not many people come by at night."

Jiwoo nodded, "got it." At that the older girl left her alone in the empty cafe.

"No one will even show up. Why not just close it early?" She muttered, taking her bass out from under the counter. Opening the pocket on the front of the case she pulled out her homework binder. She dropped the heavy book on the counter, cracking it open. "Might as well use the time." She murmured to herself.

«—»

"Dude, thank you so much." Taehyung thanked Ashton as he looked over the penthouse.

His friend scoffed, "you're lucky I had stuff to get rid of. How about you repay the favor by buying me a cup of coffee?"

Taehyung nodded his head, "yeah why not. Got any place in mind?"

His friend nodded, "there's this cafe in the city. Cute chicks work there around the clock. I kinda think it's a requirement to be an attractive woman. I mean I've never seen a man on staff except the manager. And he's an old creep."

Taehyung frowned, "thats not sketchy at all."

Ashton sighed, "tell me about it. Either ways, let's go."

«—»

"Forty- Five more minutes and we can leave, Jiwoo." She murmured to herself while listening to music and studying. Not a single customer had come in, as predicted.

Brrring!

Jiwoo looked up to see two guys walking in the door, both talking excitedly. As the approached the counter she threw on her best, biggest, brightest, smile. "What can I get for you?" She asked softly.

"Well can I get the-"
"Oh my god Late Girl!?"

The blondish boy stopped and glared at his friend who was staring directly at Jiwoo. She sighed looking to the two boys. "Oh... hi." She murmured, making eye contact with a boy who she recognized from school. The new kid.

"Tae, you know her?" The blonde asked.

The raven haired boy nodded, "yeah. She's in a few of my classes."

Jiwoo raised an eyebrow, "do you even remember what classes you have?"

Her classmate scratched his head, "well I have that one with Ms.... uh... Ms-"

"We have a class second period with Ms. Jennie." She hissed.

"Right. Yeah, see I was gonna say that." He replied with a chuckle. He had a cute smile, that much Jiwoo was sure of.

She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile as well. "What can I get for you?" She asked the blonde again. This time he got through his whole order, then the guy from her school did too. "Names?" She asked politely.

"Ashton," said the blonde.
"Taehyung," said the boy from her classes.

Jiwoo smiled writing the names down on the cups then going on to make the drinks. The two boys sat at a booth near the counter. Jiwoo could easily hear the jokes they shared, and would often snicker to herself. Both had a great sense of humor. When the blonde one, Ashton, came to the counter to get their drinks he slipped her a folded piece of paper. When Jiwoo picked it up, she looked up to him with questions written on her face. But Ashton only winked, before taking the drinks away.

It was his phone number.

"Of course." Jiwoo muttered, tucking it into her apron with a sigh.