My Fat Ass Self a Park Jimin ff/smut 18+

Chapter 1

"Sarah, table 12 needs ranch" 
"I'm on it"
"Sarah, table 20 just sat a six top"
"I'm on it"
"Sarah, the bus boy left my table a mess"
"I'm on it"
"Sarah, we need more bread in the oven"
"I'm on it" 
"Sarah, we need the Pepsi switched in the soda machine" 
"I'm on it"

Working in this God forsaken restaurant, I'm not quite a manager … but I've been here for so long that I literally do everything and I train every person that walks in here for work. I even help do the paperwork at the end of each week and place the shipment orders, I don't have the title or the pay of a manager but I sure as hell have the responsibility. I'm on my feet from five in the morning until around seven at night. I help with all of the prepping and cleaning in the morning, run the shifts through the lunch and dinner rush, and then I have to clean and keep everyone in check until I can finally clock out and leave, if I even remembered to clock in in the first place. More often than not I'm so engulfed in getting all of my stuff done I forget to even clock in which is a pain in the ass to fix and make sure I get my full check. The plus side is since we're an upscale restaurant, the tips are really good, and I get paid a decent amount hourly. 

So here it is. Fucking Valentines day. The busiest day of the year for any restaurant, aside from mothers day of course. We needed all hands on deck to survive the rush today, and we had only half a staff at best. I managed to get everyone through the lunch rush in one piece, but then I received a phone call. 

"Thank you for calling Viola's, Sarah speaking how can I help you?" 
"Hi, I'd like to make a reservation please for dinner tonight?" 
"Of course, how many?" 
"Seven" 
"Alrighty, and what time?"
"Hmm.. I guess eight" 
"Alright not a problem, can I have a name for the reservation?" 
"Namjoon"
"Alright Namjoon, we look forward to seeing you" 
The call was over. Just like the other hundreds of phone calls I had received about reservations for the night. 

"Sarah!" My boss yelled through the kitchen just as I was loading six plates of food onto my trays to be delivered to my guests
"What!"
"I need you!!!"
"You always need me! I'll be right there for christ's sake!!!" I huffed as I walked out of the kitchen and took the orders to the table, it was a few younger kids, maybe eighteen? Nineteen tops? And they were obviously three couples out for Valentine's day. Six very good looking people at one table, you could smell the arrogance and the wealth from a mile away, I know their type so I play into the whole super excited and willing to please waitress that always goes over well with their crowd. I turned and walked back to the kitchen and to the office
"Yes Kris?"
"You need to stay" he says to me as he doesn't bother to look up from his phone
"Um, excuse me? No. I've been here since early as fuck this morning and I can't do it anymore today" 
"Sarah come on, you need to, we had three call outs and you know this late dinner rush is going to kill us" he whined as he locked his phone and gave me his puppy dog eyes. This cheeky bastard. He knows I fall for his pouting every time, I don't know if I want to kiss, bite, lick, suck, or punch his cute puffy pouty mouth but I'd love all of those options. I sigh out loud 
"Fine,  but my fat ass isn't coming in early tomorrow, I'll be here at open. You can prep" 
"Fine" he shook his head as he rubbed his temples, though we both know I'll probably be in early as fuck as always. I walked out of the office and out of the kitchen, I approached the host stand to check on the number of reservations. 
"Busy day man, I'm ready to go the fuck home" I mumbled to the hostess as I reread all of the names on our list
"I know.. I feel that" she agreed as she nodded her head, I went to walk away but she tapped my arm, when I looked at her she raised her eyebrow and looked to the right with her eyes signaling me to turn around. God I'm so glad I did. I was blessed. Truly fucking blessed. Seven of the sexiest men I had ever seen on the planet were walking towards us, it was slow motion, and it seemed like some invisible force was making their hair move flawlessly like on a commercial for shampoo. I felt my legs go weak, my heart flutter, and my face flush. I hoped they couldn't tell how flustered I was just by their existence so I walked away and back to my tables to continue serving. My six top waved to me so I approached them 
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, can we all get refills on our drinks please?"
"Absolutely, be right back"
I smiled and made my way to the soda machines refilling all six cups before placing them on my tray and stuffing a handful of fresh straws in my apron pocket. I walked over to the table
"Hey Sarah I need you to take my table for a minute please?" One of the waitresses said as I walked past her 
"I'm on it" I responded, as I looked at her I didn't notice my customer wink at his friends, and I didn't notice him stick his foot out from underneath the table and directly in front of me until it was too late. What ensued after was the worst night I had ever had at the restaurant since I started there five years ago. I fell for his stupid and embarrassing prank, literally. I felt my foot make contact with his expensive sneaker, and before I could react my whole body jerked forward and the entire tray of sodas I was carrying was suddenly airborne. As I felt time slow down, I watched in utter bafflement as all of the cups flew across the table hitting all six of them with the sticky liquids they were holding, I watched the soda splash like fireworks, I watched my face make contact with the edge of the table, and I heard myself yell "jesus fuck" in that over dramatized slow motion voice like in the movies. Everything was ruined. Immediately he gasps and stands over me 
"You stupid fat bitch, you couldn't see where the fuck you were going!?" He screamed as the soda started dripping from his shirt and onto my face as I sat on the ground cupping my forehead that I'm certain was bleeding at this point from the impact. At this point the entire restaurant came to a stand still, everyone watched as he belittled me while I coward on the floor like an abused puppy 
"Maybe if you weren't so god damn fat you could fucking watch where you're walking" 
"I'm sorry sir, let me fix this" I said as I stood up
"No, fuck no, I don't want this fat cunt near me and my friends, where is her manager?" He screamed. Kris came up from behind me
"I'm so sorry about all of this sir, I'm her manager. I'm going to comp the entire meal for you, I'll also take down your name and all six of you eat here on me next time okay?" 
"Works for me as long as fatty patty isn't our fucking server again" 
I just stood there. Baffled. Confused. In pain. And pissed off. 
"Maybe if you didn't have your foot over here in the first place I wouldn't have fell" I thought to myself. Well… I thought I did. 
"What the fuck did you just say to me bitch?"
"Sir, I'm sorry. Please calm down, Sarah, go to the office. Now." Kris said sternly as he pointed his finger, I was a child being punished by my dad in front of an entire restaurant. I huffed and walked through the restaurant until I hit the kitchen, and then the office. I sat in the desk chair and pulled out my phone to check my face. Yup. A bloody forehead. Fucking great. I cleaned myself up with the first aid kit and clipped my bangs up with a bobby pin so they wouldn't get stuck to the blood. After a few minutes Kris came in 
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. My pride is a little broken..my forehead is a little broken..but I'm good." 
"I watched him trip you, on the fucking cameras. I saw the whole thing"
"Why didn't you stand up for me then? You knew he did it on purpose and then you allowed him to speak to me like that?" At this point, tears had started to slip down my face, I didn't even notice. 
"Because I can't, I have to do what the customer wants" 
"When someone made fun of Liss and embarrassed her you threw them out of the restaurant and didn't let them back for six months. But when it's me, it's totally okay?" 
"That was different" he shook his head in denial. 
"Ooooh I see.. because you were fucking her it was different. But for the fat girl, she should be used to it right?" 
"No, Sarah I didn't say that" 
"You didn't have to. I get it. Fuck this Kris, seriously. I'm out of here for the night, and I'm not coming in tomorrow" I stood up from the chair slamming it across the wall. 
"Okay. I'll give you tomorrow"
"Good because Fatty fucking Patty was taking it anyway!!!" I yelled as I exited out of the office and stormed my way through the restaurant. I stopped at the cubby's where staff keep their personal items and grabbed my purse and jacket before I made my way to the front. 
"You okay Sarah?" Liss of all fucking people had to ask me. 
"Yeah, I'm fine" I huffed as I kept walking, I made my way out the door and started walking towards my car. I stopped before I unlocked it and decided to smoke a cigarette. At this point my tears were flowing hard but I didn't make a sound, I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. As soon as I lit my cigarette and took the first drag I heard a man clear his throat 
"Hey, I saw what happened. Are you okay?" He asked as I stared straight ahead ignoring his existence for a few moments longer until I let out a breathy chuckle 
"Yeah, I'm good. I'm used to it at this point." I finally said as I turned my head to look at him. Oh holy shit this isn't happening. One of the sexy seven was standing next to me. I tried not to panic, but inside I was screaming. 
"That's kind of fucked don't you think?" He asked as he cocked an eyebrow at me
"Yeah..it is what it is. At least I don't cry over it anymore I'm too old to give a fuck" I said sarcastically as I laughed and wiped the tears off of my face taking another drag of my cigarette 
"Bullying at any age is wrong" 
"Yeah, and I'm sure you know all about that don't you Mr I look photoshopped in real life" I scoffed making him laugh
"I appreciate the compliment" 
"Good, my job here is done then. Bye" I threw my unfinished cigarette over to the other side of my car not bothering to put it out so I could make a quick escape from mr drop dead fucking sexy. I grabbed the car handle and pulled the door open but he grabbed my wrist 
"I didn't catch your name"
"Because I didn't give it to you" 
"Fair point, I'm Jimin" 
"Sarah" 
"Sarah" 
"See, it sounds weird when you say it because of your accent"
"Well everything you've said sounds weird because of your accent"
"Asshole.. I know it does, the perk of being an American in a foreign country" we both laughed 
"Can I call you sometime?"
"What is this? Pity the fat girl day? I'm good. Thanks though" I slipped into my seat as I started my car, I felt his eyes on me through the car window until I drove off but I didn't look towards him even once.