MR. JEON / t.kook

ZERO

Taehyung held a cup of coffee in one hand while he held a cookie on the other. He yawned as he walked by the other customers who held they're on conversation and munched on the pastries.

"Taehyung!"

Without acknowledging his surroundings, he turns around and flounders while he bumps into a man. Taehyung gasped as the coffee had spilled on the man's jacket while the cookie on the other hand fell.

The once noisy cafe became silent as all eyes focused on the two men. Taehyung broke the silence and quickly grabbed napkins from the nearest table and repeatedly apologize. Though the variance between both emotions was the complete opposite, Taehyung, the fragile boy whimpered as his eyes met the man who intensely stared at him. 

The man took his stained jacket off and threw it on the ground. "You twink, how dare you spill coffee on me! Do you know how much I paid for this? This jacket cost more than you!" The man proceeds to which causes Taehyung to jump.

"I am so sorry, I was, I heard someone call my name and you were in the way-"

"Oh, I was in the way! How can they be this idiotic to hire a floundered bimbo like you," the man responded mercilessly as he wiped the remaining fluid of his shirt.

"I, look, what, I, ugh! I apologize, no, what I'm-"

Before the man could yell, a pair of arms tugged Taehyung away from the man. "Mr. Jeon. Pleasant seeing you here," Taehyung's manager, Sehun smiles and extends his arm to shake his hand.

Taehyung hid behind his co-worker, Taeyong, completely embarrassed to face the man.

Mr. Jeon scoffed and waved his hand to dismissed Sehun's handshake. Sehun frowned and retrieved his hand and cleared his throat.

"Mr. Jeon, is there a problem?' Sehun inquired. Mr. Jeon glared at Taehyung, causing him to whimper and tug Taeyong's uniform even more.

"Yes, there is a problem. I despise how I was treated here. All I wanted was to invest in some pastries for my friend," he paused to sigh dramatically. "But that!" He points his finger at Taehyung.

"I am sorry for the inconvenience, I promise that we will improve. Please take a seat," Sehun smiled and lead Mr. Jeon to a booth. 

"You don't need to hide now," Taeyong whispers back at Taehyung. He chuckled and grabbed Taehyung's hand and walked back in the kitchen.

"I hate this, I don't wanna work here now!"

"Calm down, it's normal to have choleric customers like him."

"What have you done?" Sehun walked towards Taehyung and flicked his head in annoyance. "Ouch!" Tae rubbed his head and frowned.

"I didn't intend to ruin his jacket. I guess Taeyong called me and I don't know. I turned around and he's there," Taehyung shrugged.

Sehun grabbed a mop in the supply closet and handed it to Taehyung. "It's just, Mr. Jeon isn't like others. He's cold, arrogant, and bitchy." Taehyung nods his head and sighed. "I'm sorry, I should probably look where I'm going next time," he grabbed the mop from Sehun.

+

Taehyung wipes the sweat trickling down his forehead, continuing to clean the sticky fluid from earlier. Mr. Jeon's eyes gazed upon the boy.

'My baby," he thought incredulously, mourning over his jacket. He felt tears forming in his eyes and took a deep breath.

"It's alright, we're going to get you all nice and clean."

He looked back at Taehyung. He couldn't help but admire the boy's appearance. His features were soft and almost feminine. His soft, caramel fringe, and his tanned skin that glowed underneath the lights of the cafe. His black uniform hugged his curves perfectly.

He is beautiful, Mr. Jeon thought. If only he was coordinated.

As Taehyung managed to clean the tiles, he was about to walk away. Mr. Jeon grabs the boy's attention. "Psst."

Taehyung whipped his body as he took a look at Mr. Jeon's smirk. "Come here, twink." Taehyung rolled his eyes at the nickname the man addressed him by.

As Taehyung walked closer, the redolence of the man got stronger. "Yes, sir?"

"Would you be a dear and tie my shoes?"

Taehyung scoffed at his caustic remark. He finally summoned his courage and glares at Mr. Jeon. "I work as an employee, not your nanny," he balked at the cocky customer.

"Are all employees this fatuous?" Mr. Jeon muttered. Taehyng opens his mouth in disbelief. He has never ever met someone like him. He began to abhor the man already.

"Egotistical jerk," Taehyung sneered and flipped Mr. Jeon off and walked away from their conversation leaving Mr. Jeon with a smile on his face.

+

Taehyung arrived at his shared apartment around ten. Exhausted and sleepy, he lazily took off his shoes and made his way to grab a drink in the kitchen.

His roommate, Jimin was on the couch, watching 'My Love From Another Star,' for the fifth time already.

Taehyung grunted. "I work my ass off and you're just at home?"

"Got a week off, sucker. Plus, I finished writing my resume for a company I will apply for," Jimin stuck his tongue out. "Fair enough."

Jimin paused his episode and placed the remote on the couch. "How was work?" Taehyung plopped on the couch and closed his eyes. "Dreadful. It was shitty. This cocky bastard had to ruin it for me."

Jimin gigled. "Speaking of shitty. Podo may have shit on your bed earlier."

"It's alright. As long as you have cleaned it then it's fine."

"About that," Jimin bit his lips and cuddled with Podo on the couch. "You didn't clean it did you?" Jimin shook his head profusely and turned away from him.

"Anyways, enough with Podo! You do not need to fret about that man. It was probably some random guy who can't get laid by his wife so he takes his anger out on others," Jimin chuckled and took a sip of his tea.

"It wasn't any other guy. His name is Mr. Jeon or something. I don't know, he was wearing some high-end clothing and Sehun made it sound like he was the shit."

"Hmm, sounds familiar. Anyways, Podo and I are heading to bed. You should clean your bed first, Podo ate something and well," Jimin pursed his lips before leaving Taehyung in the living room.

"Time to clean Podo's shit."