BTS Imagines (18+)

02. 7+7=CrAzY

Today is dinner for all BTS members and their girlfriends, fiancées and wives. This is the line up for the dinner:

Taehyung and his wife, Mrs Kim. Married for a year now.

Jimin and his longtime/only  girlfriend, Miss J. Been together for 8years now.

Namjoon and his fiancee, Miss N; soon-to-be Mrs Kim in 6months

Jungkook and his wife, Mrs Jeon. Married for a week now.

Yoongi and his 15th/last girlfriend, Miss Y. Been together 2years now.

Hoseok and his fiancee, Miss H soon-to-be Mrs Jung in 3days.

Seokjin and his girlfriend, Miss S. Been together for 5years now.

7 beautiful men and 7 pretty women. The result is a very chaotic dinner.

You arrived at the venue very late because you'd overslept. You pull down your skirt and inwardly picture the mess you were about to walk into. The stupid things rich people do. Honestly, you just shook your head and enter the kitchen. Soon as you did, the head chef already had work waiting for you.

"good that you're here. It's been a ruckus, now grab an apron, and please send the trolley upstairs"

You nodded silently and put on an apron. You were not exactly excited about the task but getting paid was the only part you were looking forward to so you did all your chores without complaining.
You picked up the trolley and began to push it up to the dinner room. You knocked once as soon as you got to the door and then opened it slightly when no one answered so you could take a peek inside. There they were, the little devils who always celebrated their debut anniversary at the Delicate Romance Lounge where you worked. They were all there, the 7 most handsome men on the earth and 7 most luckiest women you'd met. Being lucky though wasn't always a good thing though because these men were the pinnacle of trouble and the women had the energies to match. It was no mystery they'd stayed together for a very long time.

You cleared your throat to alert them to your presence and entered with the trolley.
They were all busy chatting and ignored you anyway so you set it there and left immediately to bring the last one.

"it's not ready yet. The dessert isn't ready"

You nodded and began to help out with cutting vegetables. After a couple of minutes probably 30, you turned to look at the chef in surprise. There was loud noises coming from upstairs. They had began again. Since the past 2 years you started working here, you'd realize that they had never had a peaceful dinner.

"it's ready, you can take it up now. Hurry, I think the hunger is making them feel hyperactive", the chef said with a stern look. If hunger made anyone hyper, they'd only end up tiring themselves out.

Are you fucking kidding me?. I'm supposed to send the food trolley under such circumstances?

"why are you hesitating?... Hurry up and take it"

You blinked.

Thank you chef.

You groaned and begun to push the trolley upstairs. You knocked once again and when you didn't get any reply you entered. Trolley halfway through the door and your foot still outside the entrance, a plate flew across the sky directly making it to the door towards you and you quickly ducked. It was like a scene from an action movie where your survival instincts and skills either saved you or killed you.

Rich people and the stupid games they play.
Another plate flew and landed on the open side of the door, falling down and breaking into a thousand pieces like a porcelain doll.