student of the year; taekook

25: long talks

time for some tete redemption. 

taehyung keeps his head up with the middle of his palm, eyes falling shut due to extreme sleep deprivation. he had another shift at boba'n'go, four more hours of serving drinks to snappy teenage girls and normal, functioning members of society.  it was pure torture and nothing else but he needs to help out, he can't just keep on taking from his grandmother and aunt. 

"have a nice day." he calls out to a particular group of girls. they smile and giggle at him but taehyung's fades the minute they're out of his sight. 

those stupid mini barbies ordered the most complicated ass drinks that they have in the menu, demanded that taehyung switch some of them to different types of milk substitutes all while grilling him about his current relationship status and flirting. 

like, taehyung is flattered but he's 1. not into girls and 2. still into jungkook. 

it would take a long time before he's ready to go back to anyone or want anyone when a certain black haired, bunny toothed boy seems to live in his mind, rent free, 25/7 nowadays. 

the shop is now empty, the last people being those girls, so taehyung whips out his school work onto the counter to begin it. it was only the first week back but he had to start reading that stupid english book called the crucible and english was fucking hard. taehyung pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose, trying to understand what the hell was going on in the book when people strolled into the shop. 

he sighs, not making eye contact with whoever walked in. "hi welcome to boba'n'go, what can i get for-oh fuck." 

right, because only taehyung has enough bad luck to have the one and only kim seokjin, min yoongi and kim namjoon entering the boba place at the same time he's made to work a shift. of course, of fucking course. 

seokjin offers a kind smile. "you must be kim taehyung, we finally meet." he rests two hands on the counter top, bending down to get to taehyung's level as he speaks. "we need to ask you a couple of things, if that's alright with you?"

it's that condescending tone that taehyung is so used to that makes him feel marginally useless. rich people used it on him all the time, people in general used it on him because they just assumed things about him that weren't correct. that he was just a dumb bimbo with no abilities to think for themselves. usually taehyung would snap back but he's in no position to be rude to anyone right now, especially with min yoongi sending him death threats with his eyes feet away from him. 

so taehyung nods, pressing the buttons on the monitor for their selections. he's never felt so small in his life. "um, what ca-can i get-t for you today?" 

he feels like such a little bitch but he's terrified. not only could they buy out the place, putting the kims in debt, but they looked like they were ready to fight taehyung. all of them clad in track pants and sweatshirts and puffers, no makeup or jewelry, those are fighting fits if you ask anyone. 

seokjin's smile fades a little, realizing that he is here for some boba as well. "one green tea with boba, one taro milk tea with boba and one coffee milk tea with boba. all no ice, please." taehyung nods with each one, part of him expecting to hear jungkook's classic order that he's memorized now but it fails to come up. 

they aren't here for him, they're here to beat the shit out of you. 

"okay. will that be all?" god, he's never been this scared for his well being in his entire life and taehyung literally lives in one of the most dangerous districts of seoul.