Pizzaria Madness

Pizza and Arcade

The second day of work. You weren't that nervous, although you had to put extra deodorant on this morning. And you could already feel your jello-legs. And you were already sweating in the "leaving nothing to the imagination" outfit.

You turned off your car and exited it. The pizzeria seemed smaller than yesterday, yet it still managed to impress you. The ground floor was colorful on the outside. An electric purple took up most of the wall-coverage, except for what you assumed to be cyan confetti.

The big glass door, creaking as it did yesterday, opened up, greeting you to yet another workday. The staff around here seemed nice, though you couldn't remember their names just yet.

You knew there were two adorable guys responsible for keeping track of the younger children, age 6-11. The kids, as well as the guys keeping an eye out for them, were only allowed to hang around on the ground floor.

The rules about who should be where at the given times still had you confused, but you remembered what the manager had told you; "you don't have to worry about anything, do as your co-workers do and you'll be just fine."

Upstairs, however, was where the fun happened. Two more playful males kept everything in shape up there. The first floor was for the teenage kids 12-16. Yet it felt like it was for even older people ...

You remembered when you were a kid. You used to come here often, loving everything about it. You remembered the horrible food, making you throw up, yet it was the best feeling ever. The atmosphere that hit you once entering was unbelievable!

The first thing you saw, however, didn't quite bring you in a nostalgic mood. The short guy, or one of them, was mopping the floor. His white shirt was pulled up to his elbows, and it had turned slightly see-through from what you assumed to be sweat.

He turned around when he heard you opening the door, making your starring quite awkward. He smiled brightly and walked over to you, letting the moo fall to the floor.

"Hi (Y/N)! Ready for another day at work?" He asked enthusiastically, scratching his neck.
You bit your lip slightly and nodded. You couldn't hide the fact that he seemed ... kinda hot ...
He chuckles and pointed to the kitchen.
"Jin has been waiting for you, he says he'll need to teach you something, I dunno." The short guy said and shrugged. You smiled confused at the kitchen and began walking over there, carefully not to trip on the wet floor.

You entered the kitchen, uncertain of where to place yourself. Jin was standing in the other end, humming to himself. It made you smile. A genuine smile. A smile for the fact, that he seemed to enjoy whatever he was preparing. It made your day brighter.

"Ah (Y/N)! Finally, you're here!" He turned around and ran over to you. He grabbed your shoulders and looked deeply into your eyes.
"Are you ready for what today will bring?" He asked seriously, tightening his grip ever so slightly. You quickly nodded and looked away. Why were they all so damn hot at this place?! You could feel his eyes skimming over you a couple of time, and he took a step back.
"I can see you're wearing the uniform you were provided," he began, also avoiding eye contact.
"Don't you think it's a little too small though?" He crossed his arms and tried to look more serious than he actually sounded.

He gained a small chuckle from you. "I think it fits pretty well, maybe it's actually a little big?" You smiled and winked at him, before tiptoeing over to the dishes. There wasn't that much to clean, yet you found the leftover food rather unpleasant.  You could hear Jin whistling the classic Bangtan-theme, and you felt better. It was a happy-go-around melody, reminding you of birthday cakes and soda. You turned on the water and began rinsing the different pots and pans.

You tried your best to whistle together with Jin, yet you couldn't seem to hit the high notes just right. You heard Jin swearing under his breath, and he ran over to the sink you were standing by. He shoved you aside and changed the temperature of the water from hot to cold. He stuck his left-hand under the running tab for a few minutes, his facial expression trying to remain neutral. You gave him a concerned look. "Are you okay Jin?" You asked carefully. He gave you a smile and scratched his neck with his other hand.

"Yeah I just, I just cut my finger that's all ..." His smile seemed to fade. "Fuck my life man, it never happens!" He pulled his left-hand out again and sat down by the kitchen island. You walked over to him and sat down next to him, laying an arm on his back.

"It's not something to think about Jin ... it's only a small cut?" You gave him a soft smile, but he shoved you away again. Your patience was running out. Jin was pretty, yes. Jin was an asshole, yes. Did it go on your nerves, you betcha'!

You stood back up, giving the dishes one final look. "I suppose you can put them in the dishwasher yourself?" You asked cold, not expecting an answer. You saw Jin nod and waved his hand at you, taking that as an excuse to leave.

Well, that didn't go quite as planned ...

Everything seemed louder outside the kitchen. The children laughing, the loud music, the slightly unsettling feeling of being watched. You looked around, trying to get a sense of how busy there was - it seemed packed. You forced a big smile and walked over to a nearby tabel, a family of four was sitting, the adults looking tired and the kids energetic.

You took their order and moved over to the next table, also taking their order and writing it down on a little scribbling pad. You wandered back to the kitchen and handed Jin the notes. He didn't say a word but gave you a wry smile. You smiled back, this time more genuine.

///AN: Thank you for reading the first chapter! I know, I know there didn't happen all that much, and I'm sorry for that, but I really wanted to just describe the readers avarege work day and the atmosphere at Bangtan's Pizza and Arcade!