OC x Jungkook (waiter!au)
Length: 2k of just.pure. fluff.
insp: “you’re co-workers and he’s this idiot that gets all the girls swooning over him that you get grumpy in discrete thinking he doesn’t know but he actually does and he finds it so cute so one night when the both of you are closing down, you’re a bit cranky at him and he starts to fess up like ‘look i know you’re jealous at all those other girls but know they mean nothing because i only like you and holy fuck no did i just say that’ and ensue awkward confession and date asking.” - @an-exotic-writer
(1/3 of waiter/waitress!au that has kicked me out of the house)
Leaning over the damp table with towel in hand, you’re no doubt unattractively bent over the surface as you clean it of any left over food when the familiar ding of the door notifies you of a new customer. Picking up the dirty plates in your hand and balancing the last one on the center of your forearm, you straighten and turn to greet the customer when the usual screech of,
“Kookie!” nearly makes you drop the aforementioned pieces of porcelain. Luckily the plates are safe, the only damage done was to the smile you painstakingly plastered on.
Not bothering to meet her gaze—she doesn’t want you to serve her anyways— you shuffle through the white double doors towards the back. Rushing inside the kitchen with a huff, you dump the plates into the dirty bins with a crash and hunt down the boy who is the root cause of your daily suffering.
“Yah, Jungkook.” you grumble towards the figure bent over the ice machine, “your daily is here and I’m not about to piss her off so you go greet her.”
He straightens with a smirk, bringing the bucket of ice with him and easily filling the soda machine as you watch his muscles flex under this black dress shirt. You throw his apron towards him and waits as he plucks it out of the air and ties it wordlessly around his waist as he makes his way out of the swinging double doors with a wink.
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”