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Chapter 30 — Cold Compress
At ten in the evening, you decided to go back to your dorm to change for work after spending a few hours in Nayeon's office.
As you arrived in your room, you were expecting Yoongi to be doing what he was always doing—lying down on his bed and playing games on his phone. But tonight, he wasn't. It was like you were back to the early days when Yoongi rarely slept here.
Who are you kidding?
You're just not used to not seeing him sprawled on his covers whenever you open the door.
You were immediately in an all black attire and you made sure you didn't forget to pack your apron inside your shoulder bag.
At quarter to eleven, you came to the conclusion that Yoongi is not coming, that maybe he left to go somewhere or he went ahead to the bar without you. What happened to going there together? Was he really still riled up about that sandwich?
The thought makes you laugh although you were having second thoughts.
With no other choice, you got yourself a cab and ended up paying twice the price of the fair you would've spent on a bus because there were no buses this late at night.
You went straight to the bar when you arrived at Minsons. You met Jisung there just in time for the entrance doors opening with customers coming in the venue at exactly eleven o'clock.
"Martini, please." Says your first customer of the night.
"Coming right up—Namjoon?" You asked, startled at the familiar man who sat on the stool before you. He flashed you a smile that showed his deep dimples.
"Nice to see you again, Y/N." He said.
As you were grabbing the ingredients to complete the drink, you continued to talk to him. "Nice to see you again too. Are you here alone?"
"No. Actually, I'm with the boys." He said. "You should come see them. We're in VIP–1."
Your mouth morphed into a small 'o' as you nodded slowly.
"Thank you but I can't." You said and slid Namjoon his Martini. "Yoongi will get mad if I leave my station."
"That is if he's in the right mind." He said and took a heavy gulp from his drink.
"What do you mean?"
"Come over and see for yourself." Namjoon said, took his Martini as he smiled at you one last time with a nod before he walked away and headed to VIP–1 where all of his friends were.
If Yoongi was in his right mind...You don't think Yoongi is ever in his right mind. Maybe the way Namjoon said it sparked questions thar you were leaning on the counter, contemplating whether you should stay in your station or leave for a few minutes to see what he meant.
Knowing you, you'd end your thoughts.
"Jisung." You called your station partner. He turned to you as he unpacked cubes of ice. "I'll go to the bathroom for a few."
"Sure thing." He said.
"I'll be back." You said and walked to VIP–1. You opened the door and there you saw seven boys having fun. Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jimin were playing billiards on the pool table while Namjoon, Seokjin, Taehyung, and Yoongi were lounging on the couch with drinks and food on the table.
