♛How You Died♛ (Jikook/Kookmin) [[COMPLETED]]

♛Chptr. 5: Pretty--Annoying♛

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"How weird... why are you wandering around my thoughts?"

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3rd person's POV

Jimin with his eyes full of wrath just stomped towards the employees' changing room to get himself a new pair of clean clothes. 

He got scolded by the manager really bad for something he didn't start in the first place. His one and only uniform would probably take a lot of scrubbing just for the coffee stains to get removed. His pride got stepped on the moment that bastard of a customer accused him of being a perverted asshole who was trying to quote "eye-fuck him" end quote. 

Everything could still be bearable if those were the only case and Jimin wouldn't be so infuriated that much but something more tragic than that happened.

His pay for the month got decreased because of the incident!!!

There's nothing that could be worse than that for Jimin. He values his money way too much. He loves earning money in general. He needs it and on top of that, he is poor enough to have his money get decreased just like that! 

Guess he would need a week or two without anything to eat again but a piece of bread or ramen, if he can even afford it.

"My money! I can't believe my precious money would be affected by this! Isn't my life too shitty enough?! Why does that fucking dimwit have to appear today, fucking bitch!!!" Jimin punched his locker after he threw his stained and soaked apron somewhere on the floor. His chest was going up and down and the darkness in his eyes wasn't going anywhere near disappearing, his right fist was still glued to the locker he just punched.

"Ouch..." He mumbled after a while of calming down, now only realizing how hurtful it is to punch his locker. In the end, he shakes off his hand to ease the pain whilst his nose scrunched and his eyes were shut tightly. 

He heaved a sigh after, now unbuttoning his white coffee-stained polo. His body felt sticky and he badly needs a shower. He would go home for the day anyway so might as well do just that. Not that he wants to... but because he was sent home for causing too much trouble, was what his manager said to him a while ago.

"What a terrible day indeed, ugh." Jimin muttered before he heaved another long sigh, the one that could almost release all the air he had left in his whole system. 

"Isn't it supposed to be the opposite though?" Jimin heard a voice speaking from behind him and when he looked over his shoulder, he could already see the Yoongi-guy leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as he stared at Jimin with those mocking gazes.

"Why are you still here?!" Jimin spat dryly, not missing to send a glare.

"So are you, aren't you sent home for the day?" Jimin rolled his eyes, he doesn't need to be told twice to know that.

"I am getting my things! And now that I think about it, isn't this all your fault?! If you didn't appear in the first place none of this would've happened!" Yoongi straightened his posture, but still crossing his arms in the process as he stared at Jimin.

"But it's your fate Jimin. I just helped you out."

"Helped me out? How the hell was that helping me out?! You literally just ordered a coffee in advance and then the next thing I knew it was poured on top of my head! You knew that that would happen too, didn't you?!" Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, almost looked like he wasn't even paying attention in the first place.