"What happened?!"
I stay quiet for a moment so that he can take in the scene: the white flour scattered across the floor and counters, the four eggs smashed on the long table in the center of the room, and smoke billowing from the open oven. "I swear it was not on purpose."
The dongsaeng groans. "Hyung, you've got to be joking! Where's Kyung-soo, anyway?"
"He called in sick."
"And so you tried to take over for him? Don't you remember last time you baked?"
"It wasn't that bad-"
"The fire department showed up!" The short man face palms. "Namjoon-hyung, just please try to clean this up without hurting yourself. Or breaking anything." He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone. "I'll try to reach Taeyong."
"I'm sorry, Jimin-ah."
"I know. You were only trying to help." He flashes an assuring smile and steps out of the kitchen as he raises the phone to his ear.
I sigh. Great going, Mr. God of Destruction. I grab the broom and dustpan from the storage closet in the corner of the room. Mentally slamming my head against the wall, I start to sweep the flour into a pile.
"Excuse me? Is there someone-oh..."
I flinch at the voice. A customer stands in the doorway, wide eyes looking over the messy kitchen. Apparently amused by it, he side smiles and chuckles. "What on earth happened here?"
I sigh and mumble, "I did."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to sound rude."
I shake a hand at him. "It's no problem. Can I do something for you?"
He steps further into the room, avoiding the piles. "Yeah, my friend and I have been waiting for our coffees for awhile, and there was no one at the counter. I apologize for my friend being really impatient. I was just checking on things, but you seem to have your hands full."
I rub the back of my neck, embarrassment making my face turn red. "I'm sorry. Let me get those right out to you. I'd appreciate it if you gave me a few minutes." I resume in my sweeping.
"Hey, do you need any help?"
Shocked, I look up. "You...You want to help me?"
He shrugs. "I have nothing else to do, and my friend has somewhere to be after this. I don't mind."
I blink. Is he even real? "You know what? I'd love your help."
He holds out a hand. "Give." I hand him the broom. "Go work on my friend's coffee please. Name's Jungkook." He then gives me a wink before adding, "I got this covered."
"I can't thank you enough." I hurry out to the front and immediately start with the order. Once the stranger's friend has his coffee, a line starts to form, and the others are working on delivering orders at the proper tables, so I'm left on my own. I do alright at the beginning, but then someone orders some muffins, and I really don't want to tell him our cook is out. But I know I have to.
"Sir, I regret to inform you-"
"What kind would you like?"
I turn at the sudden voice. The same stranger from before stands directly next to me, so close our arms are pressed together. The customer tells him what kind, and before he returns to the kitchen, he tells me, "I'll take care of those. Trust me." Then he's gone, out of my sight, and I have no choice but to put my full trust in him.
