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"oh, he's cute."
jimin rolled his eyes at his friend, slipping the drink across the table to his awaiting hands. he plucked the straw from the top, swishing the ice obnoxiously, never once losing eyes for the mint-haired employee.
"would you quit it before he notices?"
a smirk tugged at his lips, finally blinking back to met the older boy's eyes, narrowed in a grimace. "oh, come on, min. i saw the way you jumped when he came out of those doors." he feigned a look of surprise, mouth agape dramatically.
the older rolled his eyes, tapping his fingers against the polished glass. "shut up," he muttered.
jungkook glanced back at the counter once last time, catching the boy's back as he disappeared back behind the swinging door, trays balanced in his hands. he wasn't exactly a shy one, and never had a problem when it can to calling out cuties. "fucking gorgeous," he added as an afterthought.
"kookie!" jimin whined, pastry hanging halfway between his mouth and plate in eager hold. "language!"
"sorry, sorry." the younger chewed on his straw, fingers pulling at the tape on the side of his cup. it wasn't unlike him to slip up now and again, especially when a pretty boy was involved.
"holy... holy shit!"
"hey!" jungkook exclaimed at the word, wondering why he got scolded just for the older to turn around and do the same.
jimin sputtered, hands over his mouth as his eyes went wide. "sorry! just- these-!"
he motioned at his plate, half-eaten puff resting on the other. "these are amazing!"
jungkook rolled his eyes, reaching over to grab the pastry. "oh, whatever, hyung, it can't be that-"
he nearly dropped the dessert in surprise, jaw going slack around the bite he'd taken. "holy shit!"
jimin snatched his puff back, shoving the rest into his cheeks. he held onto the other as well, to keep his friend from treating himself. the sweet and flaking crust nearly melted in his mouth, sugary creme dancing over his tongue. sure, creme puffs had always been his favourite, but he'd never tried one like this.
his friend even seemed to like it, even though he was notorious for hating sweets.
"i think these are even better than the boy that served them," he mumbled, raising his eyebrows at jimin. the ravenet shook his head, eyes flickering over to the counter. the boy was back again, calling out numbers this time, gaze snapping away from the pair's table the moment jimin looked up. loose chains adorned his wrists, the edge of a marking visible under his sleeve. dyed hair faded into light brown near his roots, the blond looking pale and aged. piercings dotted both ears, though it was hard to tell how many were on each.
of course jungkook hadn't been wrong. he was gorgeous.
but jimin knew nothing good would come from developing a crush on the worker. he was jimin, for goodness sake, and nobody wanted anything to do with him. he was lucky jungkook was too busy fawning over men to notice his friend's sometimes odd behavior.
he wouldn't lie to himself, though, continuing to watch as the employee carried trays back from the lobby trash cans, pale arms flexing under the weight.
he certainly could be daddy material.
the older nibbled on his pastry, conflicted.
he probably wasn't looking for a little, though.
— short chap because i'm physically and mentally exhausted :)) promise it'll get good soon afhska- [unedited]
