BTS Snapshots

Jin (Prom Snapshot Pt. 1)

The little bell above the tall, glass door chimes as I walk in, announcing my arrival.

"Annyeong haseyo A-yeong!" my manager calls out from behind the counter.

"Annyeong haseyo," I reply letting out a small yawn as I make my way toward the back of the coffee shop, setting my stuff down in a locker.

Pulling my long, dark brown hair into a pony tail, I slip it through the back of my hat, giving it a quick tap on the head for good luck. Tying on my apron, I make my way back out to the front.

"Your interview for that internship you wanted is coming up soon, right?" my manager asks as he finishes wiping down the glass doors on the display case.

"Yes!" I excitedly reply, my heart speeding up from the sudden reminder.

"Are you excited? Nervous?"

"Both! The interview is a little nerve racking but I'm super excited to start working in a kitchen. It's always been a dream of mine to open my own restaurant!"

"I'm sure you'll do great! You're going to be a great chef one day," he warmly smiles at me.

"Gamsahamnida."

"Well, let me know how it goes. I wish you the best of luck," he chuckles as he begins to make his way to the back of the cafe.

"Will do!" I smile, turning on my heels.

"Oh A-yeong, I almost forgot," he calls out, causing me to swivel back around. "Do you think you could get started on a pick up order for me? Someone called fifteen minutes ago, asking if we could have it ready before nine."

I nod as I turn on the fairy lights that decorate the counter, adding some brightness to the dull atmosphere the rainy morning had brought.

Looking up at the monitor in front of me, I review the seven orders. Okay, let's start with the black americano...

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The sound of an exuberant laugh fills the room causing me to look up from my current task of making a perfect swirl out of whip cream.

Two tall handsome boys confidently stride into the room toward the counter. Both with giant smiles plastered on their faces.

The taller boy wears a pink cap that covers most of his bleached blonde strands and is staring intently at the other. Blinking his eyes every so often as he carefully listens to his companion's instructions.

The other boy has wavy, crimson red hair that flops about every time he moves around.

"Hana dul ses," the red head says aloud as he demonstrates an impressive piece of choreography. The blonde haired man slowly repeats some of the actions, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tries to achieve the graceful, fluid movement his friend flaunted moments before.

"Close," the red head giggles, "with a little more practice, you'll get there hyung." He pats his back in reassurance.

The blonde haired man's round, brown eyes light up at his words, a wide grin forming onto his lips. Melting my heart.

Distracted by their sudden, adorable interaction, I don't notice the whip cream overflowing from the frappuccino onto the counter, which was now slipping toward the floor.

"Aiishh," I mumble to myself. Trying to fix the mess I'd made before I got caught by either my manager or the two handsome strangers in front of me.

"Annyeong haseyo, is anyone here?" the red haired man calls out.

"Yes! Sorry!" I blurt, popping out from behind the counter.

In that moment, it was as if I scared the living daylights out of a cat. The red haired man jumped back so quickly, he nearly took his friend down with him, stumbling about as he tried to regain his balance. His hand placed over his racing heart.