Car Door Guy (Jin x reader) COMPLETED

Chapter 2

Your POV

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I groaned and angrily smacked my alarm clock, in hopes it would go off, but to my luck, it just continued making the annoying noise.

If eventually turned off after my many attempts to break it. I sighed when I couldn't go back to sleep and got up, getting ready for the day.

I went down and had breakfast, before going to brush my teeth and get into my work uniform.

It's been a week since I heard of 'BTS', and I have to admit their music is pretty good. I find myself humming to their songs at work, around the house and even during dinner.

It's a pity I only discovered them the day they played the concert in my hometown.

I don't know them that well to want to go see them live, but it would have been cool just to know they were there.

I walked to work and was there on time, thankfully. I'm always punctual, to be honest. And I rather it be that way.

Working throughout the day was easy, as there wasn't much customers. Then one particular customer came in, and ordered a simple frappé.

I made him the drink and served it to him, and, just before I put it down, it slipped out of my hands and spilled all over the poor guy.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I apologised.

He shook his head, waving me off. "It's ok, don't worry about it, just make me a new one." He said impatiently.

I rolled my eyes.

Rude.

After I was done making his drink, I served it to him, successfully, may I add.

He drank his frappé, and left the building. The rest of the day was quite boring, it was nearly 8 p.m.

Only a half an hour left. I thought.

Only three other customers came in the last 30 minutes, and I was just about to pack away my stuff when Amber told me she couldn't make it tonight, so she asked me to fill in for her.

Sigh.

Great.

I phoned my mother and told her I would be filling in for Amber, which she wasn't to happy about because she was going to make dinner. I apologised to her and hung up the phone.

Only 3 more hours, I sighed.

In the first hour, ten customers came in, which was surprising, because it was nearly 10:30 p.m.

There was one more hour left, and I couldn't wait to go home.

The door opened and a customer walked in, but I was not bothered to look up until they came to the counter.

I put on a fake smile and was ready to look up. Then I did, and I saw a familiar face beaming back at me.

He had a hat that nearly covered his eyes so it was hard to recognise him. I studied him and then it was clear to me who it was.

Seokjin.