𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ~ 𝐕𝐦𝐢𝐧

Chapter Two

"You were WHAT??" Hoseok yelled.

Jimin sighed. "I told you and I will tell you again, one more time, I've been hired to work as a chasier for Kim's Kitchen."

"Jimin, this is HUGE!!!" Hoseok yelled, his arms wide.

"You don't think I know that??" Jimin yelled, annoyed.

"Jimin, what. The fuck. Are you. Doing. With. Your. Hair?" Hoseok said, pointing to Jimin's untidy hair.

"What? I'm fine! I don't need to be fabulized right now!!!" Jimin yelled, backing away from Hoseok who was inching closer and closer to him.

•

Jimin walked through the doors, his hair fluffy and nice. Jimin was amazed by how clean the restaurant was, everything looked so new for being ten years old. An "A" from the health inspector meant there could hardly be any vermin, so, Jimin could be safe at least.

Jimin's eyes wandered the restaurant, before his back hit someone's chest. He slowly looked up and saw a man taller than him, well, slightly taller than him, with a small smile on his face.

"Hi, my name is Yoongi and you must be Jimin, right?" The man asked.

"Yes..May I asked where Mr. Kim is?" Jimin asked.

"Which one?" Yoongi questioned.

"Um..the one who is the manager?" Jimin asked, not fully sure.

"Ah, well, he's a little late, so the restaurant will not be opening until he is here. Might as well get started. Cashier," Yoongi pointed to the desk, which was also very clean.

Jimin walked behind it, as well as Yoongi who continued the instructions. "Your job is to greet customers, give them the manager if they need him, fill in their order, and get and give back some money. No one else is allowed back but the employees," Yoongi instructed.

"What about you?" Jimin asked.

"I'm a fast food employee, just like you. I just work at the window, and whenever the manager calls in sick or something like that, I fill in the day for him," Yoongi explained.

Jimin nodded his head slowly.
"Now I will show you how to work-"

Yoongi was cut off by how quick Jimin could work as the cashier. He already knew how to work the machine, as he had experience with it before, so it wasn't hard to use for him.

"I see you know how to use the machine already," Yoongi said, impressed.

"I've worked as a cashier before, I can handle Karens and such," Jimin said boastfully.

"Believe you me, Karens in this restaurant are much worse. You might want to get the manager," Yoongi said, shivering a bit.

Jimin nodded. The bell rang, meaning someone had entered.

"I'm sorry, but we're clo-"
Jimin was cut off when he saw the tall and handsome man walk through the door. Jimin got into a whisper, "will we have customers like this all the time??" Jimin asked excitedly.

"Calm down, sorta-rookie. That's the manager. We wouldn't want to add another to your scandals," Yoongi whispered back.

'That's Mr. Kim??' Jimin thought in his head. He wasn't really all that surprised, though. If his voice was that hot on the phone, he must've been in real life.

"Good morning, Yoongi," Mr. Kim said. He looked at Jimin, who's cheeks were now a light crimson. His voice was so low that it sent shivers down Jimin's spine.

"Good morning, Mr. Park," Taehyung said, his voice now nice, sultry, and deep.

"G-Good morning, sir," Jimin managed to say.

"Meet me in my office please," Taehyung said, before leaving the two alone behind the desk and into his office. Jimin shakily followed the handsome manager into his office.

Jimin closed the door behind him, slowly turning around and seeing Mr. Kim sitting in his seat, his legs closed and moving slowly under the desk. His fingers were folding in front of him, such nice and slender fingers, tapping on each other second by second.

"May I.." Jimin motioned to the chair in front of the desk. Taehyung nodded. Jimin sat down quickly, emitting a chuckle from Mr. Kim.

"Don't worry, I won't bite," Mr. Kim joked.

'Will he though?' Jimin thought in his head. 'The real question is, do I like that thought?' Jimin wondered in his head.
Mr. Kim stared at Jimin's face before examining his whole body, a ghost of a smirk was slightly seen from Jimin, making him stir in his seat.

"Why did you want me in here, sir?" Jimin asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"I thought we agreed to Baby and Daddy when alone," Mr. Kim teased, a small smirk stretching across his lips.

"I-I was just joking.." Jimin mumbled, tugging on his bottom lip.

"Please do not mumble, Baby. And I wasn't joking," Mr. Kim said. Jimin's head shot up in flustered confusion. Mr. Kim darkly chuckled, Jimin started feeling something stir in the pit of his stomach, making him feel some kind of way. Unfortunately he knew this feeling rather well.