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This is all Taehyung’s fault.
When Jungkook was a wee freshman six months ago—wide eyed, enthusiastic, and unaware of the hard road looming in front of him—it was Taehyung who dragged and introduced him to join this forsaken club. There were blackmails and tears involved. If it weren’t for all those coercion, Jungkook could have been leading a peaceful life, napping in his dorm all day while playing Overwatch and catching up on his Boku no Hero Academia marathon, alas —
“Stop acting like you are here against your will and finish the decoration. Also, your playlist is shit.”
It’s Taehyung, of course. Jungkook gives him a stink eye but the devil just ignores him and continues lounging around on the sofa and doing nothing. Well, to be fair Jimin is applying his make-up. It’s a test-run for tomorrow’s cafe and very smoky, Seokjin specifically asked it to be smoldering. Jungkook doesn’t understand why that will be necessary, the second-year student is wearing a cute ass tiger jumpsuit.
“Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle’s soundtracks are legendary,” Jungkook grumbles heatedly. In this house he will not stand for any Kajiura Yuuki slander.
“It’s animal themed and you are putting sad battle music.”
Jungkook just flips him his middle finger. The song is a classic, and at least he isn’t playing Guren no Yumiya.
“Do I need to test your make-up too?” Jimin asks while smiling sweetly, like the angel he is. Nice Jimin who tried to prevent Taehyung when the Lucifer was about to lure him into this death trap and told Jungkook he didn’t need to do anything he didn’t want to.
“Uh, I’m not working as a waiter.”
Jimin looks confused. “But Seokjin-hyung said—“
“Jungkook!” There comes, the evil mastermind himself, the source of ninety-nine-percent of Jungkook’s problem and misery, standing in the holy light with his perfect face and perfect smile. Seokjin is running from the makeshift kitchen area with ketchup on the corner of his mouth. Jungkook wants to offer to lick it if his head hasn’t shut down promptly the moment it manages to process that the male god is—blonde?
“Hi, hyung. Beautiful hair, ten out of ten would.” he says intelligently.
“Right? You can touch it if you want,” Seokjin huffs proudly. Jungkook blanches because he still wants to live. “We have a problem, though. We are running short on waiters because Jaehwan and Sandeul decided to betray me.”
Seokjin is pouting sadly and Jungkook wants to take on Jaehwan and Sandeul right here and now. Where are they? How dare they make Seokjin-hyung sad? Fuck being banned from their room thus not being able to borrow their Playstation4.
On a second thought, he hasn’t finished Persona5, so maybe not.
“Do I need to fight?” he asks instead, just to make sure.
“Fight? No—no need. You are going to replace them as a waiter, of course. Just for tomorrow.” Seokjin explains excitedly as if it’s the most obvious solution. “Look I already have bunny ears prepared, you will look adorable.” He starts putting the bunny ears to Jungkook’s head. “See?”
If Jungkook still has any dignity left in his body, he will protest. He doesn’t, sadly. It ran away to embark on a spiritual journey during the anime club’s first initiation, when he had to participate on Seokjin’s torture device dressed as an ice breaking game. The rules were simple, try to convey what was written on a paper and your team mate had to guess what it was. It was just his luck he got just ‘queuing to pee’ and his dumbass team mate a.k.a Taehyung couldn’t get it until he peed. Just a bit! Unnoticeable if Taehyung and his big mouth did not start yelling about it. If one of the angel seniors didn’t diplomatically shut Taehyung with the nearest shoe, Jungkook would have signed up for monastery.
(“Don’t worry, I accidentally grinded on Jin-hyung during my initiation,” said Taehyung to console a still mortified Jungkook that was hellbent on never leaving his dorm room, ever. Did not help, thank you. How did someone even accidentally grind another person, anyway? That also sounded like a win.)
Back to the point.
“You will do it, right? You look adorable.” Seokjin’s face is inches apart as he is currently patting Jungkook’s hair and fixing his bangs.
“Su—sure,” he answers, because he is weak. He can sense Taehyung mouthing ‘whipped’ in the back.
Already hearing the magic word, Seokjin removes his hand. “Great! I’ll tell Jimin, he has to test Yoongi’s make-up too.”
“He is taking a call from his boyfriend outside,” Taehyung quips. “Wait—Yoongi-hyung is coming too?”
“Of course, we are short on two butlers after all.”
“How did you manage?”
Seokjin just grins, it’s the evil one that scares and, uh, turns him on at the same time.
Just slightly.
“I’m not going to ask,” Taehyung says, never mind the fact that he is already laughing gleefully.
“You’ll like his costume,” Seokjin winks, which makes Jungkook blushes for no other reason than his dumb embarrassing crush. Thank god Seokjin doesn’t seem to notice since he already dashes off outside looking for Jimin.
Which leaves him trying to collect his composure while the reality sinks in.
“Fuck. Fuck!”
“Let it all out,” Taehyung singsongs with the most sympathetic face as Jungkook keeps trying to pull his hair out. Maybe if he becomes bald he doesn’t have to do this.
“I did not sign up for this one!”
“You did when you decide to risk everything for the slightest bit of Seokjin-hyung’s attention and signed up to this doomed club.”
“Isn’t that everyone?”
“People usually get over their crush after Hyung starts showing his middle skin, only the second layer of his many infamous walls. But by then they would be too fond of Father Gothel to leave and stick as his minions. Meanwhile, here we have a whipped Jeon Jungkook.”
“Shut up. I’m telling Jimin-hyung you have a crush on him.”
Taehyung doesn’t even blink. “Bitch, try me, it’s called being in love and I’m not ashamed.” Jungkook gapes at the confident. He needs to learn that, even though it sounds sad.
Just a few seconds later Jimin re-enters the room with skip in his steps, he is practically glowing. “Hoseok-hyung agrees to come!” he gushes, excitement exuding. Jungkook can feel his heart breaking a little.
But the person that should be affected looks completely fine. Taehyung, well, Taehyung is a good actor.
“That’s good! Wow, I can’t wait to meet him.” He sounds so earnest, maybe he is.
“I hope we can table with you. I know there is a lottery to prevent favoritism and stuff.”
Taehyung takes his best friend hand, covering it completely with his annoyingly big yaoi hands. “You know I have my way.”
That’s fucking sad, he kind of wants to weep for the one-sided tragedy.
Unable to stand it, he quietly steps out the room.
“What are you doing, Jungkook-ah?”
At the voice, Jungkook wipes the tiny tears that might have slipped a bit.
It’s Yoongi, sporting prominent eye bags while looking one hundred percent menacing straight out of some mafia anime. He doesn’t say it out loud though, he doesn’t think Yoongi would appreciate being compared to the Black Cat.
“Seokjin said you are testing your make up before me. How did he convince you?”
Well. Jungkook diverts his eyes to the ceiling, the color is peach, his face probably resembles it now.
Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Shouldn’t have asked.”
Jungkook cringes in shame.
“You can go first, hyung. I still have some decoration to finish—gotta make the place pretty.”
Jungkook is practically scrambling away from Yoongi’s judgement. He immediately spots Seokjin who is trying to move a table around at the café area.
“Let me help!” Jungkook rushes to his side and if he flexes a bit, it is unintentional.
Instead of swooning and complimenting his strong muscle, Seokjin’s face contorts into offended glare. “you think you are stronger than me? I can lift you while lifting a table AND a chair—“
Oh shit. Has he fucked up?
Jungkook goes rigid when Seokjin starts laughing.
“I’m kidding—look at your face! I’m kidding!”
Obviously. “You are the worst,” he whined with a pout.
“Really? I can lift them with you sitting on top though. Wanna try?”
This is it, this is how he meets his end. Jungkook doesn’t doubt that, he has seen Seokjin in the gym or that one time he brought the entire anime club to the beach and played waterboard. Jungkook lost quite a lot of blood. Seokjin’s face is close and like any normal person Jungkook’s reflex is to chop his hyung’s neck.
Seokjin is shocked.
“Jeon Jungkook, do you wanna die?”
Jungkook runs before Seokjin can throw a chair at him.
The sky outside of Jungkook’s window is already dark. He is back in his housing room sweet room, already in pajamas and setting his laptop with Ouran High School Host Club playing. It’s a much needed re-watch to support his responsibility tomorrow. Also, maybe Seokjin’s new blonde hair makes him miss the anime. Sue him, ten years old Jungkook dreamed of marrying Tamaki and living on the beautiful mansion with Alexander.
Taehyung comes barging with chips and face masks.
“Seokjin-hyung sends me.”
Jungkook is already on fighting stance.
“Not to kill you! He said since we are both going to be waiters we must be in our best conditions, our face especially. Wash yours and start using this, Jeon.”
Taehyung throws a sheet mask straight to his face.
“I thought this is a family friendly butler cafe.”
“Your face is still an important asset, stop being lazy. Is that my sweetheart Kaoru?”
Jungkook goes to the bathroom only after Taehyung literally kicked him on the butt and wrestled the laptop out of his dying clutch. Everyone is so fucking mean. This is his own room, for fuck sake.
He nursed his abused butt and takes the abandoned sheet mask from the floor. It’s his favorite brand, he remembers telling Seokjin about his sensitive skin and which brand he prefers when he information vomited during that one time Seokjin dragged him to a ramen shop for their monthly not-date.
“Stop daydreaming about Seokjin-hyung, it’s night! I have an order to put you in bed before 12 a.m.!”
“Why isn’t he doing this himself?”
“You wish. He rooms with Yoongi-hyung, so he is taking care—or should I say fighting the cat over there.”
God, how to be Yoongi. He mourns their five years age difference every single day.
“Tough luck, brat. I have tried fighting Yoongi-hyung for the right as Seokjin-hyung’s roommate since last year. He won’t budge, the only time he would actually let his claw out.”
Jungkook grits his teeth, just watch him. He is powerful. He also has his own sharp nails. He doesn’t really want to be on Yoongi-hyung’s bad grace though, he is fond of him. Hyung feeds him all the time and would even teach him how to make music whenever he visits their shared room but the eldest isn’t there.
“Yo, Kook,” Taehyung says, staring at him intently with all his sharp eyebrows glory when Jungkook is settled on his bed and ready to watch Tamaki make a fool out of himself again.
“’sup.”
“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. Contrary to popular belief, Seokjin-hyung is not a sadist.”
Jungkook looks at him skeptically.
“Well, maybe he is not above pulling every stop to get what he wants, but not to you.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He—doesn’t... actually mind.
This afternoon, after chasing Jungkook around the cafe area, Seokjin managed to wrestle him into a sofa. To no one’s surprise, Jungkook short circuited and when he regained himself, he wasn’t a pile of mush on the floor. Seokjin wasn’t mad anymore and cuddled all over him instead which led to Jungkook’s one last brave dying braincell to wave the white flag and threw itself off a cliff. The anime club president then asked Jungkook if he is really up to the task to which was answer by silence.
But the point is! He knows the love of his life is considerate, thank you.
“It’s chill. I’m more concerned about how Yoongi-hyung got roped into this.”
Taehyung starts laughing maniacally as if Christmas has come early and Santa Clause says Haikyuu season 4 is coming next week.
“Jin-hyung has fuck tons of materials on him. They are best friends since freshman after all. Can never make them admit to that. Actually, that’s one way to make them not all-bark and bite you.”
Jungkook shudders, he remembers just fine his first mistake when he asked how Yoongi who has never even watched Fullmetal Alchemist in his life (a travesty to humanity, big fucking loss) is in the anime club. Yoongi went rigid, the mighty Kim Seokjin went mum and wouldn’t look at anyone in the eyes, the seniors desperately tried to change the topic. There was probably some human sacrifice involved, Jungkook doesn’t want to know.
“Talking about best friends, are you sure you are okay with Jimin-hyung bringing his boyfriend tomorrow?”
Taehyung flinched a little, showing more reaction than when Jimin announced the news earlier.
“Why not, it’s not the first time my soulmate has dated another person,” he answers with a long sigh. Completely fine, then.
“Why won’t you tell him?”
“Why don’t you, Kook? Oh yeah, I forgot it’s transparent.”
Jungkook smacked his pillow to Taehyung’s head.
“I’m calling Jimin-hyung!”
“You are not because you are a soft kid inside. Good night, I’m going back. As much as I love you, your bed is not Jin-hyung’s five-stars one. Don’t stay up too late inserting yourself in Haruhi’s place and Hyung in Tamaki’s.” Taehyung leaves him a wet sloppy kiss on the cheek before skipping outside when Jungkook starts throwing chips.
When he has locked the door, he stared at his laptop in deep sigh.
He deserves to be reincarnated to glory and power in the next life, the badass strongest fighter in a magical kingdom that isn’t dead by the time the anime ends has a nice ring to it.
“You look so cute!” Heeyeon is pinching his cheek at him as if he is a teddy bear. She looks so pretty herself, ridiculous onesie what not and somehow rocking it.
He can’t say the same for himself, but he takes any compliment. “You too, noona.”
Heeyeon lets out a squeal and pinches his cheeks harder. “How cute! Now I just have to steal you from Seokjinnie.”
“Stop torturing my subordinate and get your own, Hani-yah.” Seokjin is glaring good naturedly. Everything he does is good natured and charming. How is that fair. He is also dressed up in a fitted suit with his bleached hair parted, he looks like the master of the house, a stark contrast from Jungkook and the rest of the mere humans who look like children going on their very first sleepover.
“Such a jealous suitor, are you sure you are going to be okay with the bunny waitering today?” Heeyeon is clearly trying to rile Seokjin up. For what though, he doesn’t understand.
Or willing to think about it too much.
“I’m a professional,” was Seokjin’s final answer. Jungkook kind of wants to ask for elaboration.
That is when Yoongi enters the briefing room with the most adorable cat ears and frilly over-sized white shirt, completely unfitting to his grim expression.
“Shut up.”
Seokjin and Heeyeon won’t stop laughing for a solid minute, Jungkook doesn’t join them because he is a broke freshman that still wants his monthly lamb skewer quota.
“Never mind, keep laughing.”
Heeyeon starts tugging on Yoongi’s cat ear, no fear in her eyes because she is amazing. “What did Seokjin do to you?”
“I am a good friend,” Yoongi answers curtly with clenched jaw. Seokjin is still laughing and now choking his lungs out.
Taehyung and the other waiters who have just entered, already in cute onesies, are sensible and with possession of enough self-restraint not to laugh. Taehyung is coughing dramatically though, so maybe not.
“He is our secret weapon,” Seokjin says triumphantly.
Jungkook admires how Yoongi hasn’t punched Seokjin on his perfect nose. Maybe he is also a man of culture who appreciates fine art despite the visible strong urge to strangle the anime club president.
“Shouldn’t we start the briefing already?” Yoongi snips back with resignation.
“Right.” Seokjin sobers up in less than a second.
“Gather around, my people. Today is the grand opening of our beloved annual cafe. As the waiters, you will be the one who interact directly with our customers. Smile wide, remember your lines and characters, and extort their money. If anyone dares to make any unwanted advances, I have asked Jihoon to prepare scalding hot teapot on every table. Just accidentally pour it on their dick or other sensitive area alike and scream ‘Sorry!’ out loud. Have fun, make money!”
Everyone cheers, except for Yoongi who is massaging his forehead, Seokjin swats his hand. “You’ll ruin your make up.”
Jungkook expects Yoongi to settle it right here and there, the old fashioned way until the first draw of blood, but the deadpan remains.
“You owe me.”
There is crickling fire in the air.
“Don’t worry, Yoongichi.”
Heeyeon starts coughing to clear the tense atmosphere.
“Okay, folks, as the responsible vice president I just want to say have a great time. This is ultimately for us to have fun.”
Yoongi seems unimpressed.
“Including you! Now, go and fulfill your duty, my children.”
Everyone scampers away, even Yoongi who is definitely going to make his costumers cry.
Except for Jungkook, because dread starts filling in.
Wow, he is really going to be a waiter, serving customers. Of course, as a broke capitalism slave he has waited tables before. It just usually doesn’t include making small conversation and having to charm them.
He needs to get a grip.
“Are you okay?”
Jungkook snaps out of his daze. It’s Seokjin, smile still in tact, but different.
“I am!” he answers way too quickly.
Seokjin is nothing if not great at detecting his mood, so he takes his hand and Jungkook feels his cheeks heating up. They are clammy and cold, gross.
“You don’t have to do this if you can’t.” Seokjin is rubbing circles. “I’m sorry if I make you feel obligated.”
It’s sincere, very much genuine. It also makes Jungkook a tiny bit pissed off.
He takes his hands from Seokjin’s grip.
“Please don’t do this, hyung.”
Seokjin blinks in confusion.
“Shut up. You think I can’t do this.”
Seokjin is silent, Jungkook can see the panic flashing behind his eyes because he has grown used to observing all the high walls.
“I get it. Me too.”
“Jungkook—“
“But you can’t. You have to believe in me.”
Blood is rushing to his head, like always. His ears must be burning by now, he would rather stare at the floor than seeing Seokjin’s reaction.
“Okay, you can,” Seokjin responds determinedly. What he doesn’t expect is for Seokjin to pull him into a hug. “You shut up. I am worried about you but have more faith in me.”
“Did we just do a sport anime motivation speech?” is what his mouth blurts out because his last remaining braincells decide to leave the house. He pushes Seokjin who is laughing openly, freely. Beautiful.
“You fucking weeb. Go do your job.” There is a hand massaging his neck fondly.
“Get a mirror!” blurts Jungkook before running outside.
Just his luck, Taehyung is waiting outside with an insufferable smile, not bothering to cover up the fact he has been eavesdropping. Can’t people have privacy in this family?
“Are you going to pull the Best Butler title today and kiss hyung like Yuri on Ice?”
“Shut up and do something about Jimin-hyung.”
That’s probably mean, but Taehyung is unfazed.
“I’m going to charm his boyfriend first,” he grins cheekily.
Taehyung skips off to where all the waiters are sitting as Jungkook follows closely behind. When they are seated, Taehyung points to the lines of costumers outside. On the front, Jimin is waving at them while his other arm is entwined to a lean hot guy that he swears he has seen somewhere. What’s more surprising for him is the presence of Kim Namjoon behind the couple, hovering awkwardly. His face lights up considerably when he spotted Jungkook.
“Isn’t that your first love before he accidentally rejected you by not noticing your sappy ass original love song? What is he doing here? You said he isn’t into anime.”
“I am over that chapter of my life, no need for a reminder. Also Namjoon-hyung is open to experience.”
“Kinky. But I thought you could get him as costumer and make Seokjin-hyung jealous.”
Taehyung is a genius. If he gets Namjoon, he will be less nervous too!
“You think I could—?”
“Of course not. The waiter placing is through lottery, this is a glorified maid and butler cafe.”
He takes that back, Taehyung sucks.
“There is no sure way you will get Jimin-hyung and his hot boyfriend either.” Jungkook countered pettily.
“You are forgetting I’m gods’ favorite child.”
As if the gods are hearing that and unwilling to let their precious son down, Taehyung’s waiter initial gets called and assigned to the table where Jimin and his hot familiar boyfriend are seated. Jungkook prays to any divine entity in charge of making his life easier but obviously there is none because Yoongi’s waiter initial got called for Namjoon’s table instead.
Yoongi rises from his seat with the customer unfriendly deadpan. Jungkook instantly fears for Namjoon’s life, he is a very nice friend, even though he never picked up on any of Jungkook’s disastrous attempt of flirting.
“I hope he won’t kill the poor guy, the costumer looks nervous.”
Seokjin is seated on the empty seat, he has a top hat that would look obnoxious on any other person but makes him looks like a fine distinguished gentleman instead. Jungkook almost drools.
Or already, because Seokjin is offering him a kleenex without batting an eyelash.
“That’s Namjoon-hyung. I like him, he is very respectful and polite. I’m sure he won’t offend Yoongi-hyung’s sensibility that much.”
“Better than me?”
Jungkook’s brain goes into instant overdrive there. He has known Namjoon since he was a snotty high-schooler and Namjoon had inspired him to work hard and get into this university. Sure, he is over his stupid crush one hundred percent—probably—but it’s still a hard question. Seokjin is—he is not just a new crush or fleeting admiration.
“So I have to work harder to cement my status as your favorite then.”
Jungkook splutters, what else can he do.
He glances at Taehyung’s table instead to distract himself where the professional waiter is true to his word flirting shamelessly with Jimin’s boyfriend. The weirdest part is how the boyfriend is a good sport and seems to be flirting back much to Jimin’s obvious—confusion? It seems to be a good confusion though, judging by how the dancer hasn’t said anything and blushing radiantly.
“By the way, Yoongi has been glaring at me for a solid five minutes. That’s so sad, Kook, please play the Meow playlist.”
A male duet utaite’s rendition of a more rap heavy Just Be Friend blares through the speaker. Jungkook was about to ask Seokjin whose cover is this when he heard Namjoon’s pained yell.
Apparently Yoongi has accidentally knocked the teapot thus spilling the tea on his feet. Poor things, they have endured enough abuse with how much Namjoon accidentally kicks unsuspecting furnitures.
“Call the medic?”
“Yoongi has it taken care of.”
Yoongi is shoving a lot of napkins to flustered Namjoon before bolting to the kitchen and yelling an order Namjoon probably didn’t ask for.
“If you say so.”
Jungkook just hopes no one gets out permanently injured or something.
It’s going to be a long day.
(It’s never that simple with Kim Seokjin.
Everyone has been warning him when since it was apparent his crush is here to stay. Seokjin is not interested in dating and with that face there have been many people who crashed and burned trying. No one really knows why but he is going to get his heart broken.
The thing with Jungkook is he can’t help his feeling. Sure, at some point he doesn’t bother trying but it sticks. To make the matter worse, Seokjin never really discourages him. He pays attention to Jungkook, he isn’t blind. Seokjin takes him out to eat, tutoring him on the harder subjects. Seokjin will bring him to the rooftop on some of the more upsetting days, as if they are in some cliche shoujo stories.
People start rooting for them, teasing and meddling, which is useless as far as Jungkook is concerned.
Because despite everything, Seokjin will still take his hand away when Jungkook reaches out.
It’s okay though, this time Jungkook is not looking for his feeling to be reciprocated. He likes being hyung’s friend, Seokjin will lower his walls and smile at him genuinely on some nights when he allows Jungkook to stay over at his fancy apartment. Sometimes he will tell Jungkook a secret, very casually, as if it isn’t a big deal. Jungkook treasures those moments.
Taehyung calls him a masochist, but really, he has no right to comment on sad one-sided mess.)
“Junmyeon-sunbaenim?”
It’s his last costumer of the day and Jungkook wants to thank his lucky stars for coming through with a costumer that he can handle for once after a day of awkwardly fumbling through his waitering attempt. At least everyone was polite and gave him good tips and he hasn’t broken three plates, unlike Yoongi.
“Jungkook, isn't it? You decide to join?”
He swallows a nightmarish memory of Junmyeon reassuring everyone that no, the freshman didn’t pee on himself and it was Taehyung being ridiculous.
He is forever indebted.
“Thanks to you.”
“That’d be Seokjin, my contribution was only miniscule at most.”
“He isn’t the majority of the reasons,” Jungkook defends lamely, Junmyeon covers his snort by drinking the welcoming tea.
“Chill, everyone does that.”
Jungkook relaxes.
“You are the most obvious though.”
Great. Even a senior who has graduated says so. Jungkook resists the urge to bang his head against the table.
“Don’t be too discouraged, he has been looking our way, unashamedly I must add.”
Jungkook doesn’t need this, really.
“Shouldn’t you start taking my orders?” Junmyeon asks, taking pity on him.
Right. Jungkook takes the orders before giving them to the kitchen team. Seokjin is there, supervising most likely, he has been ruling the annual cafe kitchen with iron fist since he was allowed inside instead of waitering.
“Is this good, Kook?”
There is a spoonful of curry rice. Jungkook eats it up in one bite because he is starving.
“I’ll save some for my hardworking waiter. Go back to Junmyeon-hyung, I’ll bring the orders over.”
He nods obediently when Seokjin reaches out and squeezes his hand.
“I owe you for this one.”
When he goes back to the table, Junmyeon is looking at him smugly.
Jungkook doesn’t get the Best Butler, neither does Taehyung.
“Despite only serving three customers and already adding the damage that was caused, Yoongi remains the one with the highest tips. Congratulations!”
“Did you threaten one of them?”
Yoongi sniffs his nose, “I think one of them accidentally emptied out his wallet.”
“Did you get a sugar daddy?”
Yoongi glares at him harder, Taehyung shuts his mouth.
“Good work, everyone. We also have no creeps today, so I consider that a win. Now please go home and rest well. Drink a lot and take your share of food from the kitchen. Remember our evaluations. Good night!”
Everyone lines up to the kitchen while the rest of the committees have finished cleaning up the venue. Jungkook is about to do so when Seokjin appears in front of him with a nicely packed food in paper container.
“Let me drive you home,” Seokjin says and who is Jungkook not to say yes.
They go out of the building in comfortable silence, mainly due to tiredness and because Jungkook can do this with him. Seokjin’s Hyundai is the last car in the faculty’s parking lot.
“See? You can do this waitering business swimmingly,” Seokjin breaks the silence when they have gone out of the university area. Jungkook’s place is not that far if he uses the campus bus to go around the gigantic area, but it’s out of business during the night. They have to take some detours to get to his housing place, so this will take some time. “You can totally take Jaehwan’s place permanently except his loyal annual customers would miss his ugly mug.”
“I am not the best one though.”
“Accept the compliment. Pretty sure Yoongi did something to your Namjoon-hyung because no sane person will ever give out that much money.”
Jungkook shudders. “Should I check up?”
“I’ll do it, I’m the manager here.”
The playlist is on a From Y to Y utaite cover, except it does sound awfully—
“If you are wondering, yes, this is my cover,” Seokjin answers the question with his eyes still on the road.
“I didn’t know you do covers.”
“I’m a man of many secrets.” Jungkook can feel the grin in his face.
“You should post somewhere.”
“Who says I haven’t?”
Jungkook makes a mental note to turn the internet upside down for Seokjin’s account. Is it Soundcloud, Youtube, or Nico Nico Douga? He is persistent enough.
“I owe you something.”
“No?”
“No! I really do. If you feel bad, Yoongi already has a request prepared too. I am nothing but just.” His tone is a mix of dramatic and serious, Jungkook suppresses the desire to giggle. “So, what do you want?”
‘Date me,’ his mind supplies. His self-control wins though, much to his own surprise. “Can we do sleepover at your place? Uh, I have an exam coming and I miss the rooftop,” he says instead. Not entirely a lie. The midterm is near.
“That’s easy.”
The car arrives on the familiar gate of Jungkook’s student housing. He awkwardly says his thanks and good night, even when he has been in this situation plenty times. Seokjin lowers the car’s window.
“Is next weekend fine?”
He has a game appointment somewhere, but Seokjin’s apartment has many fancy consoles and Kim Seokjin himself of course. “That’s cool.”
“I’ll pick you up here then. Prepare yourself. Now, you should rest,” he winks because he likes messing with Jungkook’s head before waving and driving off.
He is bone tired and minutes from keeling over the nearest pavement, but he is fucking soaring.