BTS VMin Oneshots

Where Again?

Jimin was quickly wiping the counter when he heard the restaurant telephone ring for the millionth time that day. He was about to reach over when Namjoon came into view, wiping his hands on his apron gasping out "I got it." Then he was on the phone taking the customer's order. Jimin sighed tiredly. He rubbed his temple and sighed deeply. He was so tired and his co-workers were too. They've had a lot of customers today. Jimin even had to deal with three rude people just because of a simple thing such as ketchup!

He heard Namjoon go off the phone and he went over to Jimin, pushing him aside and ushering him to the kitchen. The younger gaped back, more than confused.

"Hyung- wha-"

"I've just received a call; they want a delivery."

A childish whine escaped his lips as he stopped to stomp his foot. The older just stared back at him. "Aww hyung but I'm tireeddd!"

He sighed. "All of us are Jimin-ah. But please do this. You're going to have a half-shift tomorrow as reward okay?"

Another sigh escapes Jimin's pink lips as he resigns to the task at hand. "But I don't wanna go to work tomorrow!"

"Aisshhh!" Namjoon sighed loudly. This act of his hyung made a tiny smile appear on Jimin's lips. He loved his hyung so.

As he pushed open the door to the kitchen he called back "What did they want?"

"A big pepperoni pizza with sauce, a large pasta platter and a whole chicken!"

As much as Jimin wanted to just ditch and leave his hyung, his sense of goodwill and eagerness to accomplish his job made him stay. Begrudgingly at that.

He set to work after checking the time: quarter to ten. They close at eleven pm. Ugh why'd they have to order so many? He so badly wanted to lay down in bed.

After fifteen minutes of skilled multitasking, the order was all in his bag, hot and ready to be eaten. Oh how he loved the aroma of fresh food. It always made his stomach angry. Yup jealous much.

Much to his embarrassment, Namjoon grabbed the helmet and put it on Jimin's head, even going as far as to clip them together for safety measures. The poor boy was a blushing mess, with the even taller one smiling down at him. The love was felt radiating through the simple act.

"Hyung I'm not a kid anymore," he tells him as he hops on the scooter, a hint of a smile gracing his round face. Namjoon smirked back.

"You'll always be younger than me Chim-nim. Let me take care of you." As he watched Jimin roar the scooter to life he remembered something. "Oh yeah you still remember the house?" He got a nod in response. "Be safe okay? And don't go breaking any more bones!"

Jimin scowled as he rode away. He heard his high voice pierce the night with "You'd think I wanted that to happen!" Namjoon chuckled as he went back inside to tidy things up.

As the cold wind stung his face, Jimin made his vehicle move faster, checking a lot of times to see if the food had fallen off. He has this irrational fear that everything will fall, even if he did his best to strap them to the motor.

He hummed as he slid through the streets, car lights flashing on his face every now and then. But he had the protective shield on his eyes so they won't get irritated by dust and other small particles. He remembered that one time when he ignored Yoongi-hyung's warning. He didn't put on the shield and had to deal with sore eyes for almost a week! He couldn't work properly and the manager was close to firing him for his poor performance. His hyungs came to his rescue like the good friends they were and he was given a three-day rest to recover.