Antidote // Reader x Park Jimin

3) Fixations

You stepped outside, throwing the'Closed for Reservation' sign up on the door. You and the rest of your staff were running around like crazy to make sure the preparations were ready in time. This was not the kind of thing to be running late for. It was only 6:00 PM, so you still had at least an hour before the group arrived, but still, everyone was on edge, wanting to make a good impression.

You stepped back inside, taking a second to re-tuck your shirt. You threw your head back up to meet your boss's eyes. He smiled warmly. Not only was he your boss, but he had practically watched you grow up. You guessed that you could maybe call him a family friend, but you surely didn't have much of a family anymore. He had still been very close to your father and was often over to your house for dinners when he traveled away from the city. You had lost contact with him for awhile, but when you came to the city for university, knowing absolutely no one, you came into his bar hoping for a friendly face. And sure enough, the two of you sat and chatted for a bit before he offered you the job.

At first, you declined, not wanting to overwhelm yourself. You wanted to focus on your studies. He understood. But after a year filled with personal and financial struggles, you came back, asking if the opportunity was still available. The offer was still on the table, and that's how your crazy schedule was born. Working the night shift, classes until mid-afternoon, and sleep, if at all possible. It wasn't exactly the university experience that you had pictured, but you learned at a young age that nothing ever ends up the way you want it to.

You hoped tonight would nullify that train of thought. You hoped tonight to make a great memory, something you could use to think of your university days and actually reminisce joyfully. When else in your life did you anticipate meeting such famous celebrities, especially ones who were so involved with something that had always been a passion of yours, whether you showed it or not.

Your boss motioned with his hand for you to come over. He was leaning on the bar. You took a seat on one of the bar stools as he began to speak to you.

"Y/N, I just talked with everyone else and we all agree that you should be the server for tonight."

You were shocked. You didn't quite understand why everyone would think you'd be the perfect choice for this. You probably were the worst server at the bar. You never got tips, nobody enjoying your reserved personality. There's a reason you continued to work the night shift. You just weren't a people person.

"Are... are you sure about that?" you urged, not wanting to disrespectfully question your boss, but still feeling like it needed to be asked.

"Yes! I'm sure. They all said that they were too nervous to handle this kind of group. They knew you could keep your head on and do a good job. And I know you will too, okay? So don't let me down," he spoke firmly. He then proceeded to put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, then proceeded to head into the kitchen to see how the meal prep was going.

Your mind was spinning. Were you really going to be able to keep your head on considering how it was acting? That just the thought of being the server for BTS managed to break the cool and collected exterior you had been curating for years. These weren't just average, everyday people. And you were you. You bit your lip nervously, thinking over all of the things you needed to do.

You started to piece together your mental checklist as to not forget anything. You couldn't forget anything. Work was work. And you always did your job. Tonight was not the night to mess it up.

You hadn't realized that you had been sitting there for nearly fifteen minutes, just thinking. You quickly hopped off the bar stool, hoping no one noticed your momentary reality check. You started scrambling to tidy up the bar, set out drinks, make sure plates and dishes were being made appropriately. You pushed tables around multiple times ensuring that the setup was just as they had requested. You looked over the reservation notes about thirty times until you were sure you knew exactly what needed to be done.