Remember

Work, but Not Really

After a work-filled day at school, it was time for Jimin and Yoongi to actually head to work. Hoseok tagged along as usual, excited to see them be all professional. The place was a dimly lit restaurant with dark, wooden chairs placed neatly in front of a table that was draped with a maroon cloth. On top of it were plates, the forks, knives, and spoons wrapped up neatly in a napkin on top of it.

Very fancy.

Yoongi nodded in approval, enjoying the mature, calm vibe. Although he figured work must be heavy since the place looked so elite, he was happy to hear about the pay. A girl walked up to them, similar to the girl he met at the cafe, except she had long, blonde hair. The thin frame was still present, her eyes sparkling as she eyed Yoongi who paid no attention to her, but instead kept his focus on Jimin's ass. The girl motioned them to follow, and seeing Jimin's legs start moving made Yoongi jump back into reality. "Jimin, you can start working," the girl nodded. "Open up for me while I interview him." Jimin left with Hoseok, leaving the two behind in a brighter room— presumably for the employees. "I'm Jinsoul," she shook his hand. "Let's get right to it. Min Yoongi, yes?"

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"So this is where you'll wash your hands or get ready if you need to," Jinsoul pointed towards the sink in the back. "Employee bathrooms are past that door on the right or you can use the public ones but customers love trashing it. This is your locker, I'll get you a sticker for it by tomorrow. You'll just change here or put things you bring along here, okay?" Yoongi nodded, trying his best to encode all the information into his long term memory. "Since you and Jimin are already familiar with each other," Jinsoul turned to him, clapping her hands together. "You can shadow him today, see how things are done, okay? Let me know if you need anything!" Once she left, Hoseok peeped his head through the door.

"Pst," Hoseok attempted to get a half naked Yoongi's attention. With his shirt on, he turned to Hoseok who just decided to walk in like he owned the place. "You look hot."

"Dude I actually got the fucking job," Yoongi highfived him. "I'm scared shitless!"

"Why?" Hoseok laughed, helping him fix his shirt. "You're gonna do fucking awesome."

"Yeah but I'm antisocial as fuck," Yoongi kept a smile on his face. "I have to... for the money."

"Gold digger," Hoseok scoffed, slapping Yoongi's back. "Do good."

"Oh today I'm just watching," Yoongi grinned. "My bad, I should've clarified that."

"Dumbass." Hoseok led the way out, waiting for Yoongi to fix his hair and he was ready for his "first day."

Hoseok sat down at a small table near the back with Jinsoul's permission, who by the way was co-owner, her dad being the official cook. He observed as Jimin opened up the sign, ready for customers to start coming in.

It didn't take long for the place to be full, but to both Hoseok and Yoongi's surprise, it wasn't at all formal like they had pictured. It was crowded with people who acted as if they didn't eat for months, loud talking and screaming that the waiters could barely hear their orders. The TV was on in the background for the current basketball game playing making it all that much harder to decipher what the hell the people were asking for. Yoongi scrunched his face at a man who ran to the bathroom to throw up, but didn't exactly make it all the way, leaving Jinsoul to clean it up for him. It was a madhouse, and only now was Yoongi realizing why the pay must be a little higher than usual.

Jimin had 3 trays in his hand at a time as he carefully ran back and forth between tables for either orders or complaints. He did surprisingly well at handling it all, making sure to jot everything down as they spoke. The rest of the workers rushed to his help, taking some of the load off his hands. The bar in the back held a very disturbing group of men fawning over the barista who seductively poured their drinks out into the tall glasses. She was obviously a pro at this. Yoongi's eyes wandered around for the rest of the evening, watching the massive rush and mess of workers trying to satisfy each person while they threw tantrums about every little thing. Well, only a specific table was. Okay, Karen. The customers yelled for their orders, trying to catch anyone's attention for help, leaving Hoseok to feel frustrated as he tried to focus on his work, assuming it would have been quiet from the formality. The noise was deafening to the ears. Yoongi exhaled, throwing his head back at the thought of being involved in this tomorrow. It gave him anxiety thinking that if he were to fuck up someone's order, he would later gets his ass kicked outside.