Remember

Change of Plans

"Hi, what can I get for you?" Jimin put his hands out, pretending to hold a notepad and pen. When no one answered, he twirled around, holding in his inner desire to scream. "Well fucking answer," he said through his teeth. "AGAIN. What can I get for you?"

"A slice of that cake," Hoseok peered down at Jimin's ass. Jimin looked at him, smirking in such a way to make Hoseok feel extremely uncomfortable before turning to Yoongi.

"And for you?"

"Yeah I'll take cake," Yoongi didn't look up from his phone. Jimin snatched it out of his hand, before putting his hands out again.

"And you, handsome sir?" Jimin repeated with elegance. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows.

"I just said cake," he dug his hand into Jimin's pocket, pulling his phone out. "Touch my shit again, I dare you." Without a second to pass, he felt a leg rubbing between his own. Slowly looking up, he made eye contact with a smoldering Hoseok as he attempted to shove his leg far enough between Yoongi's.

"I'm touching your stuff," Hoseok laughed at himself. Yoongi scoffed, going through his phone again once more.

"I'm doing this for YOU," Jimin yelled at Yoongi. "Because YOUR antisocial ass doesn't know how to communicate. You have to fucking talk to people as a waiter dipshit." A loud bell rung from Hoseok's phone, alarming them break was over. "We are practicing before you fucking open the place," Jimin  angrily walked off. "I swear to god, Yoongi!" Yoongi laughed seeing Jimin stomp away, happy his friend cared about him so much.

"You'll be okay, yeah?" Hoseok pat his back. "I'll pick you guys up at like 7:40."

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"I'm not letting you touch that sign until you listen to me," Jimin spread his arms out to prevent Yoongi from moving any closer. They had already made it to the restaurant, Hoseok heading back home since he couldn't risk another headache like last time. Jimin now stood protectively in front of the open sign until Yoongi agreed to practice taking an order.

"I'll practice on an actual customer," Yoongi tried to push Jimin away. However, the boys were around the same size and height making them cancel each other's forces out.

"Jimin, we have to open soon," Jinsoul sighed, pushing the two away from each other. "Have some faith in Yoongi."

"Thank you," Yoongi growled, angrily changing the closed sign to open. "I'll take the first fucking order and show you." Before they could even say I, a customer walked in.

"Please sit anywhere!" Jinsoul yelled from behind the cash register. She handed Yoongi a notepad and pen, shoving them into his hands before lightly pushing him towards the group. "Fuck it up." Yoongi waited a bit for the customers to choose something from the menu already laid out on the table. A few others were slowly coming in, but Yoongi kept his eyes on the one group of three. Seeing them look up and wave for a waiter, he sped walked right up to them, notepad and pen in hand.

"Hi, I'm Yoongi, what can I get for you all today?" Jimin watched from the back while waiting for table 4's order to come in. He saw Yoongi begin to write things down, even laughing a bit as if he were best friends with them since back in the days. Yoongi then bowed, walking back to where Jimin stood and ripped the paper out of the notepad, placing it on the table. "Told you I could do it," Yoongi gloated, walking away to take care of another group of people. Jimin rolled his eyes, taking the tray and carrying it over to table 4.

2 hours in, the rush got worse. There weren't enough tables and half the maroon cloths were on the floor alongside all sorts of utensils. Jimin quickly picked some up, replacing them with new ones before letting another group sit down at the table. A long line waited for them, and half the tables hadn't received their food yet. "We're seriously low on staff," Jinsoul looked around, seeing a few other waiters and Jimin hurry around the place to get as many orders as they could and calm the rest down.

"Where the fuck is our food!"

"I've been here for over 45 minutes damnit."

"Horrible service."

"I'm fucking starving!"

Jimin's head spun, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. "Yoongi, take those 3," He sat down on the chair that sat behind the cash register. "I'm so fucking tired I think I'm gonna black out." Yoongi rushed to them, taking over for Jimin. He was efficient and quick, trying his best not to small talk.

"Waiter, where the fuck is the food at?!" A customer grabbed Yoongi's shirt.

"Sir, please let go of me," Yoongi attempted to remove his hand. The man got up, towering over Yoongi in anger. "P-Please relax."

"MY family has been here for over a fucking hour with no update on our food," the man scolded, pointing at his wife and 2 small kids. "So don't fucking try and calm me down. Go get the fucking food NOW!"

"I-I'll be quick," Yoongi quickly scurried away from him. "You're on your own." He shoved the notepad into Jimin's hands before heading into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Jimin screamed. "You're not allowed back there!" He sighed, turning back to the angry crowd of customers. "Well... let's hope whatever it is will help."

Yoongi walked around the place, trying to find out who looked similar to Jinsoul. "What're you doing back here?!" A deep voice growled.

"H-Hi," Yoongi put his hand out. "Min Yoongi, I'm a waiter here." The man shook his hand, confused what the waiter wanted.

"What're you doing back here, boy?" The man asked, cutting up some onions.

"Help?" Yoongi said uncertainly. "I'm a pretty good cook... and the people don't look very happy. The food isn't being made fast enough, so I figured I can help." The man stopped cutting, walking over to the door and saw the screaming people, eyebrows raising.

"Busy day," he sighed. "Put a hat on boy and get to work."

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"I think I became a fucking cook there," Yoongi got into the car. "I whipped that shit up so fast and Jinsoul's dad was all like FUCK yeah you're so good at this. He's a cool guy." Jimin laughed, getting into the backseat as Yoongi went on about his amazing first day.

"So Hoseok, what did you do?" Jimin asked, leaning his chin on his palms as he looked out the window. Hoseok started the car and drove.

"I got fired," he said nonchalantly. Jimin's eyes widened, looking to see Hoseok's facial expression through the rear view mirror to see if he was joking or not. He wasn't.

"So come work with us," Yoongi didn't seemed to budge at all. "You said yourself the pay was low there." Hoseok grit his teeth.

"I uh... I don't do well with large groups of people," he answered. "But thank you."

"Think about it," Jimin put his head against the seat. "Please think about it. We can use some help there. You're a social butterfly."

"I get super claustrophobic," Hoseok cringed, his bottom still grinding his top.

"It's okay," Jimin pat his shoulder. "We'll be there with you! And if you do need some air, don't worry, there's a window in the employees room or you can leave for a bit to get some fresh air." Hoseok smiled lightly, considering their idea. "Pleaseeeee," Jimin begged.

"Okay okay," Hoseok smiled. "But not everyday, yeah?" Jimin modded happily, excited to tell Jinsoul.

"Now all three of us get to work together," Jimin cheered. "Yay!"

I need to move this stupid ass plot along LMAO it's getting so boring but dw, tea soon, I promise🧚‍♀️✨

I will be speeding things up so time skip next chapter uwu fuck this, I need to get the point ASKSJX