Clumsy (Namjin)

3

Namjoon's Pov

"Did you get Jungkook's number?" I asked Tae excitedly.

"Maybe," he mumbled shyly.

"Eeeekk, finally!! Oh god. Hurry up and get married. My ship is sailing!!!" I tell him, shaking his shoulders in excitement.

"God, calm down. I've not even asked him on a date yet," he says, shrugging my hands off.

"Then ask him, today!"

"Not! (Lol, the reference)" Tae says. "Never! I don't want to die of embarrassment, ya know!"

"I don't think that's possible, but then again you are Tae," I tell him, hitting him with my shoulder.

"You're very mean, Namjoon!" Tae whined.

"Hey! I'm the kindest person ever. Wait, I'm the second kindest person ever!" I tell him.

"Who's the first?"

"Manager Jin, duh," I tell him, rolling my eyes at his stupidity. Tae just looks at me and smirks.

"What?" I ask.

"You have a crushy wushy on Manager Jin," he coos in a baby voice, pinching my cheeks. I grabbed his hands.

"I thought we had already established that fact," I tell him before running the rest of the way to work to avoid anymore of this embarrassing subject. I could hear Tae's laughter behind me.

I walked into the restaurant and walked straight to the staff room to get changed into my outfit. I was mid-change, about to pull up my pants when the door to my stall opened up.

"You've got it, Jin. You're a princess, Jin! You're strong, beautiful and sm- AAAHH!!" Manager Jin screamed as he saw me.

He immediately covered his eyes and went a dark shade of pink. He was slightly stumbling about as he couldn't see before finally finding the entrance and banging the door shut, cursing innocently under his breath. (Shoot, frick, basket etc)

I blinked. What the fuck just happened?

I continued to change, Manager Jin's flustered face in my mind. I opened the door and walked out, at the same time Tae did. He looked at me and smirked.

"Did Manager Jin see your ding-dong?" He asked slyly! I immediately went red and smacked his shoulder.

"No, I had my boxers on, God!" I reply, well aware of my burning skin.

"Oh God, you should have seen him, Namjoon. He was still covering his eyes when he walked out and bumped into me! His face was so red. Ahahaha!! I thought he was drunk for a few seconds!! It was so funny!" Tae told me in between laughter.

"Fuck you," I mutter before huffing and walking out the room.

I automatically began working on washing and drying the glasses, trying to do so carefully so I didn't break anything and have to see Manager Jin unnecessarily. I was humming a tune while working, trying to take my mind of what had happened. I turned around to put the glass in my hand with the rest when I saw Manager Jin, looking at me. This, therefore caused me to stumble with the glass in my hand and falling to the ground, spraying glass all over the floor. I hurriedly sank to the ground and began to pick the pieces up, with my bare hands which proved to be a mistake as I stumbled with one and scraped it against my raw skin. I hissed in pain and stared at the blood flowing from my hand onto the ground.

Goddamnit Namjoon!

"Joonie!" Manager Jin's worried voice rang in my ears.

I saw him quickly walk to me. He kneeled in front of me and grabbed my hand to take a look at my hand.

"Hoseok, clean up this mess, please and you, Joonie, come with me," he ordered.

I nodded as I stood up, Manager Jin still holding my injured hand. I saw Hoseok (another waiter) hurriedly get a dust pan and brush and clean up my mess. I mouthed an apology but he shook his head mouthing that it was fine. Everyone is so sweet.

Manager Jin took me to his office and seated me down in his seat. He went to the first aid box and immediately started to clean up my cut.

"Ouch," I hiss as the cleaning product (or whatever) came in contact with my skin.

"Sorry," Manager Jin mumbled before taking the tissue away from my skin.

He began to clean it a little gently, as if I was something fragile. Dabbing it slowly as not to hurt me anymore. I bit my lip as not to cry out in pain because IT FUCKING STANG. He began to bandage my cut, slowly. Once he was satisfied, he neatly ended it off and smiled at me.

"Taaa Daaaa! Like brand new," he said proudly, pleased about his successful cleanup.

"Thanks Manager Jin," I whisper, biting my lip again out of nervousness.

We stayed in silence for a few seconds before I looked up at Manager Jin's handsome face. He was staring at me, or more specifically, my lips. He noticed and looked away, coughing as he did so and turning red. I smiled a little.