Little things - Taekook (ON HIATUS)

Chapter 2

(you chose: GO TO THE CAFE)

I shake my head, placing the sandwich in the bin and finding my wallet on the kitchen table. Sure, Hoseok won't be happy that I'm late, but he should be able to forgive me. He's gone to university before. He knows what it's like to get overwhelmed by work and social stuff and jobs. Food kind of comes secondary to all that.

I am not risking getting some sort of stupid sickness just because I'm scared of being late. The thought of throwing up in front of a bunch of teenage kids appears in my head, and I shudder at the image. That is not a good impression to make.

I throw my bag over my shoulder, checking to make sure I have everything I need before leaving the apartment, locking the door behind me. For a few seconds, I pause, standing there baffled. What am I doing again?

Oh yeah. Going outside and getting something to eat from the cafe. That's what it was.

I sigh, pulling my phone out of my jeans' pocket and finding a good playlist again, returning the device to its usual spot a few moments later and placing both headphones in my ears. It's only on a low volume, so hopefully I won't be ignoring anyone. That would be a pain.

I walk hurriedly, remembering the rather serious warning to not be too late to a shift given by Hoseok and his co-workers only two weeks ago. They don't mind, but parents will get furious if their children come out of class hours after they were supposed to. It's not that serious, perhaps, but it's still something to be careful about.

It only takes me three songs to get to the cafe, much to my relief. I take out the left headphone, opening the door cautiously and smiling at the familiar sight of the interior of this place. It's my favourite cafe in the area, as it's got one of those rustic but homely themes. It just seems like a getaway. And I love that.

And the staff are really friendly, which helps.

"Hi there, Jungkook, how are you?"
"I'm good, thanks, you?"
"Ah, you know," the waitress says calmly, shrugging. I just roll my eyes at her, shaking my head. "As a matter of fact I don't, which is why I asked, Lisa," I tell her. She chuckles.

"Fine, I'm doing alright. Your usual, I would assume?"
"Yup, as quick as possible. I'm a little worried that I'm gonna be late for work."
"I'm surprised you're not fired yet," she jokes, a familiarly amused smile lifting the side of her mouth.
"Bitch," I mutter under my breath. "Aren't you supposed to be nice to your customers?" I add on slightly louder, and she raises an eyebrow.

"Wow, Jeon, using your current customer status against me? That's harsh. I'm wounded, really I am." She shakes her head at me, pretending to be scandalised. "Since I'm nice, I'll get it sorted for you quickly."

"Thanks," I say quietly, "it was either eat here or eat a potentially radioactive sandwich. I'm sure you can see why I decided to eat here." She nods.
"Radioactive sandwiches aren't the best," she comments simply. "I'll assume you're taking out not eating in?"

I nod in confirmation, standing to the side and letting her note down my usual order, and pass it onto her coworker.

Lisa is one of my new friends, and she's on the same course as me. Her accommodation is closer to the dance studio at the university, and she works at the cafe everyday so that she can afford to live and buy her own food, because higher education is expensive and having a job is the only way to be able to survive.

The rest of our class isn't full of bad people, but they're just different. They're not as focused on actual learning as we are, so we kind of gravitated toward each other and agreed to dance together when partner work is needed. She's good at dancing, and we get on well anyway, so it works out well.

The other guys are more interested in finding a new person to hook up with, so partnering with them often makes her uncomfortable as she does have a girlfriend and they will continually demand that she 'just hangs out' with them. And their choreography ideas are simply way too sexual, so it's just wrong.

The other girls have a similar outlook toward me. And it's not necessary. I am not interested in any of them (because I'm gay) and they just don't seem to understand the meaning of the phrase 'bitch I'm into guys'. They also won't let me contribute to the choreography and then complain to the professor that they've had to do it all.

Literally anyone would understand why working with someone like that would be annoying. We're not here to fuck everyone, we're here to become dancers. It's so dumb, how they see it.

"Oh hi, Jungkook, did Lisa take your order?"
"Yeah, she did, thank you Jennie. Have you asked her out yet?"

The brunette goes pink, and I chuckle slightly. Lisa and Jennie have been friends since they were children, and I am the only one who seems to notice that they're both extremely attracted to each other. It's sort of sweet, in a kind of 'I support gays and this relationship would be adorable but it doesn't have to happen' way.

"I haven't, no," she mumbles, flustered, and I frown at her.
"Girl, get that. I'm telling you, it'll work out for you."
"Whatever you say, Cupid," she mutters, rolling her eyes.

Lisa returns a few minutes later with my usual order, which comprises of a simple coffee and a ham and cheese toastie. It seems boring, but it's actually really well made (and importantly, it's cheap). "Jungkook! Food!"

I hurry over to her, grabbing both items out of her hand. "Thanks Lis, I'll see you in class tomorrow, unless I need more food."
"We're choreographing the theatre piece tomorrow, so you better be there. I've got a couple of lifts in mind, and none of the other guys will be able to do them."
"Partially because they would be peeking at your ass the whole time?"

She nods grimly, her eyes darkening slightly. "Precisely. I don't want that."
"Hey, it's not a bad ass though," I say jokingly, causing Jennie's eyes to narrow in confusion.
"I know, but I am a human being as well," she points out. I nod in agreement.
"You certainly are. Let me know if any cute guys come to the cafe, yeah?"

"I am not your matchmaker, Jungkook."
"You are my best friend though. That's gotta count for something."
"Fine, I will," she grumbles reluctantly.
"Thanks Lis!" I say brightly, checking the time and beginning to make my way toward the exit, relieved to see that I've managed to stick to my schedule.

That's always good.

But before I can get to the door, someone crashes into me, smashing a few glasses onto the floor and falling on top of them, their hand catching on the shards and beginning to bleed. My eyes widen, and for a moment I don't know what to do.

This is not how I expected my day to go.

CHOICE 1: Call for help and leave as soon as possible

CHOICE 2: Be an asshole and leave now, I'd be late if I stayed

CHOICE 3: Help out myself and be late but know that the person is safe and okay.

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