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“Good morning!” Seokjin greeted his staff members at the door. “Yes, good morning. Good to see you. Right, come on in. Have a seat.”

 

Jungkook reclined in the wooden chair he’d pulled out from a nearby table, bouncing his knee up and down anxiously. The entire staff at Gusto d’Italia filed into the large serving room, eyeing one another with curiosity. It wasn’t unusual for Seokjin, the young owner of the Italian restaurant, to hold regular meetings with his staff every few weeks. This time, however, the vibe in the air was quite different.

 

“I think… we’re all here,” Seokjin murmured as he scanned the room. After confirming his suspicion, he finally smiled and nodded at the group in a signal to begin their meeting. “As many of you know, we have had some staff overturn this week.”

 

Jungkook was relatively sure he heard Taehyung snort behind him at the delicate way his older brother had approached the subject. It was no surprise to anyone in that room that Seokjin and their executive chef didn’t get along. When Seokjin had purchased this restaurant the year prior, he’d made the decision to keep on the full staff. While this had been an easy transition for some – namely those who were relatively new to the staff and willing to make changes – others that had been here longer and were used to the “old ways” that the business had been run were unable to refrain from trying to tell Seokjin how to do his job. In a fit of rage over something fairly inconsequential, the head chef had yelled at Seokjin for the final time in the middle of the dinner rush and had been promptly fired on the spot, leaving Seokjin to fill in at the stove for the remainder of the evening and Namjoon, the restaurant manager, to apologize to any customers that had witnessed the incredibly unprofessional scene.

 

For several days, Seokjin had been holed up in his office during the off hours to interview new candidates for the position, including their resident sous chef. It had been assumed for the last week that their sous chef would simply take over the role as head chef.

 

But as Jungkook glanced across the room with a sinking feeling at the sous chef’s solemn expression, he was almost positive that this wasn’t the case.

 

Jimin leaned over to whisper to Taehyung and Jungkook, echoing Jungkook’s unspoken thoughts. “So, apparently Minjoon isn’t getting that promotion he kept telling us he had in the bag?” He raised his eyebrows at Taehyung, as if trying to express his true opinion on the matter without stating it aloud.

 

“Initially, I purchased Gusto d’Italia when the original owners were struggling to make ends meet,” Seokjin told the room. “There have certainly been improvements made across the board and we have continued to steadily increase sales – and that’s entirely due to the hard work each and every one of you put in to your jobs since I’ve arrived.” Seokjin gave the room an award-winning smile in the hopes of providing the staff a gentle morale-boost after the bizarre week. “However,” he continued with a serious air of concern, “if we simply continue to do things the same way that we’ve always done them, all we’ll ever see is a slight increase in sales across the board.”

 

Jungkook’s leg stopped shaking and he leaned forward with interest. Suddenly, he was interested in the direction Seokjin was taking his announcement.

 

“I’ve decided that we need to inject more life into this establishment.” Seokjin spoke passionately from the heart. “For far too long, we’ve all been stuck in a rut. This restaurant is still operating the same way that it did when it first opened three decades ago under old management, but I believe that it’s time to move us into the twenty-first century and revitalize this restaurant into the successful business we all know it can be.”

 

Seokjin scanned the room with a kind smile, despite radiating strength and leadership in every look.

 

“Over the course of the next few months, you will start to see some significant changes in our restaurant. By far, one of the most noticeable changes comes in the form of our menu.” Seokjin lifted his gaze to the back of the room, gesturing to a man who was wearing a white, chef’s uniform with a towel flipped over his shoulder, slumped against the wall next to the kitchen. “After interviewing a number of highly qualified candidates, I’ve decided to bring in an outside hire onto our team. Please give a warm welcome to our new executive chef who will help us implement these changes – Min Yoongi.”

 

Yoongi slowly pushed off of the wall, glancing around the room with a stoic expression while the rest of the staff politely applauded the announcement. The sous chef that had been overlooked for the position sulked sourly in the corner, glaring daggers at the outsider.

 

“Anything you would like to say to the staff?” Seokjin asked him when the applause died down. For a moment, Yoongi seemed genuinely surprised by the question before ultimately pushing himself off of the wall in order to put his hands behind his back in a commanding pose.


“Uh, yeah. So – ” Yoongi shrugged “ – I’m Min Yoongi. Don’t call me Yoongi-ssi. Don’t call me hyung. You can call me chef.” He cocked his head to the side in a bored pose as he continued to speak. “I’m good at what I do, and I know what tastes good.” He looked back at Seokjin. “That’s all.”

 

Jimin started giggling at the bizarre speech. He immediately stuffed a hand into his mouth to mask the sound and hid his face behind Taehyung’s shoulder until he was able to get himself under control. Taehyung, it seemed, was just as amused. “‘I know what tastes good’,” Taehyung mimicked in a low voice. “Do you think that’s what he said to Seokjin in his interview to get the job?”

 

Seokjin nodded slowly at Yoongi’s strange demeanor. “Um… ok. Thank you.” He turned back to the large group, about to continue, before Yoongi interjected once more.

 

“Also,” he continued in a flat voice, “I need to see all of the wait staff and kitchen staff in my kitchen immediately after this meeting.” He arched a challenging eyebrow at them. “Don’t be late.”

 

Jungkook stared at the man, struck by his demanding nature.

 

“Right,” Seokjin swiftly cut him off. “You see? Change.” He smiled, this time appearing slightly more forced than it had been before the meeting. “I can already tell that we’re moving in the right direction.”

 

Jungkook eyed the rest of the room, noticing the similar level of unrest as various employees turned to their neighbor and began whispering, much like Jimin and Taehyung had done. Even Namjoon, the professional and hard-working manager, turned to his friend, Hoseok, and raised both of his eyebrows in silent communication.

 

“I suppose I’ll let you get to it, then,” Seokjin dismissed them with a clap of his hands. “Good luck, everyone. I hope tonight is a great success!”

 

As the room immediately stood and began shuffling about – a number of them headed towards the kitchen per Yoongi’s instructions – Jungkook quickly left Taehyung and Jimin behind to make his way across the crowded area in order to get to Seokjin.

 

“Hyung,” Jungkook called out to get his attention before he could leave. “Hyung, could I talk to you for a minute?”

 

Seokjin looked over his shoulder at Jungkook with a kind expression. “You’re not supposed to call me ‘hyung’ at work, Jungkook,” Seokjin gently reminded him as he turned around to face him. “I know you grew up next door, but we have to separate our work and personal life, remember?”

 

Jungkook nodded hastily. He’d lived next door to the Kim family since he was seven. He’d immediately been swept up by the whirlwind that was Taehyung, and the two of them had subsequently gained Seokjin as a babysitter whenever their parents were out for the evening. As such, it was still difficult to address Seokjin as his boss rather than as a friend.

 

“Sajangnim,” Jungkook hastily corrected himself. “I just… wanted to see if you put anymore thought into that idea I mentioned before.” He smiled timidly. “You know, about me…” He swallowed nervously. “Working in the kitchen?”

 

Seokjin tipped his head to the side in a show of apology before patting Jungkook on the shoulder. “Yes, I thought about it,” he confirmed with a nod. “Unfortunately, Jungkook, it just doesn’t make sense at this point. Minjoon is still our sous chef, so we don’t need to hire anyone new in the kitchen, I’m afraid.”

 

Jungkook refused to back down. “Right, but – what about prepping food?” Jungkook suggested. “I know that having someone to prep the meats and vegetables in the morning could streamline the process, right? Plus,” he added excitedly, “it’s not anything you specifically need to have a background to be able to do, so… I could do it.”

 

Another sympathetic smile.

 

“Jungkook, I appreciate your enthusiasm. I really do – but right now, the place where I need you the most is right where you’re at on the serving floor. Besides,” he added with a secretive smirk, “the money is far better with tips as a waiter than working as a low man on the totem pole back in the kitchen.”

 

Jungkook wanted to tell him that he already knew that. He wanted to say that it didn’t matter to him when becoming a chef was his long-term goal. He wanted to say that any experience in the kitchen would be far more valuable than anything he could get on the floor.

 

But he couldn’t find it in himself to say a word. Not when Seokjin had been kind enough to get him this job in the first place.

 

“Of course, hyung.” Before Seokjin could correct him once again, Jungkook shook his head. “I mean – sajangnim. Sorry.”

 

Seokjin grinned and nodded back at the kitchen. “You better get back there for your meeting with the new chef.”

 

Jungkook obediently bowed his head at Seokjin’s words and turned towards the kitchen.

 

And walked straight into the icy glare of Min Yoongi.

 

“Are you always this late?”

 

Jungkook tried to bite his tongue. “I was talking to – ”

 

“I don’t care who you were talking to,” Yoongi snapped. He had both arms crossed firmly over his chest as he continued to berate Jungkook in front of the rest of the staff. “How am I supposed to trust you to get my food out on time if you can’t follow a simple direction that I gave less than five minutes ago?”

 

Jungkook stared at his feet. “It won’t happen again, chef.”

 

He felt a hand graze his back, patting him gently on the shoulder. He instantly recognized Taehyung’s calming touch.

 

“Better fucking not,” Yoongi delivered his final remark before turning back to the others crowding the kitchen. “As I was saying,” he continued, “our menu will look relatively similar to the old one with just a few minor changes.” He handed a stack of papers to the girl on the end which she, then, promptly began passing down the line. “Study and memorize the menu. I took off at least half a dozen items. Our goal, here, is to run an efficient and cost-effective kitchen that can spend more of our time making every meal great rather than spreading ourselves too thin and becoming simply mediocre.”

 

Jungkook received the last menu, looking it over. It didn’t seem too hard to memorize. It still contained many of the classic Italian favorites that had been staples on their menu for years.

 

“For the next few weeks, my job is to learn which meals are working and which ones aren’t so we can gradually design a menu that the customer wants.” He abruptly unfolded his arms and pointed his fingers at the staff. “Your job is to get me feedback. It’s not going to hurt my fucking feelings if someone tells me they don’t like their meal, so you need to tell me everything – got it? Otherwise, there’s no possible way that we’re going to get better.”

 

To his own surprise, Jungkook nodded in understanding. Min Yoongi was clearly an ass, but he obviously appeared to have the restaurant savvy needed to succeed in this business.

 

It finally made sense why Seokjin hired him.

 

“You’ll notice that I’ve added a chef’s special to the menu,” Yoongi continued. “Every night, I’ll be experimenting with something different to see if there’s something out there that our customers positively respond to. Over time, we can pair down our menu to hold only the best and increase business. Until then – ” Yoongi began picking up various dishes that he’d been keeping on a counter behind him and set them out in front of the wait staff “ – time for you to try your new food. Same names as before – but different recipes,” he explained as he set out a pile of forks. “I need you to be able communicate effectively with your customers if they ask for recommendations or a description of what they’re getting, so – ” he gestured at the dishes “ – dig in.”

 

“Shit,” Taehyung muttered as he and Jungkook moved through the line and tasted each meal. “He’s the real deal, isn’t he?”

 

Jungkook nodded, licking his fork clean after every bite. “He can’t be that old, though, right? He’s got to be, maybe… three years older than me? Four max?”

 

Taehyung got through the end of the line after taking a small bite of each dish and tossed his fork into the sink filled with soapy water. “But he’s the most socially awkward person I’ve ever met, though.”

 

Jungkook snickered. “No arguments here.”

 

*

 

Their first evening went about as well as it could have gone with a new chef and a new menu. Truthfully, most of those hiccups occurred with the wait staff as they simply struggled to wrap their heads around what was and wasn’t available any longer. On the other hand, each and every time Jungkook stepped into the kitchen, Yoongi was moving around at such an incredible speed and plating one dish after the other without delay that he couldn’t help but be in awe of the new chef.

 

The kitchen ran like a well-oiled machine. Jungkook had expected the regular shouting and barking of orders that he’d always heard from the old chef. It wouldn’t have been a surprise, especially given the change in menu and the surly demeanor of the new chef. Instead, he was met with Yoongi’s gentle reminders to his sous chef on how to perfect his recipes and regular words of encouragement to keep their morale up.

 

And despite the poor first impression he and Min Yoongi had of one another, Jungkook couldn’t help but to imagine what it would be like to work with the talented chef.

 

For years, Jungkook had worked odd jobs at various restaurants in an attempt to earn enough money to put himself through culinary school. In the end, Jungkook was still stuck in his parents’ home, but he was slowly beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Culinary school had always been his dream, but Jungkook was getting closer each and every day to believing that it might not be a pipe dream for much longer. He was exhausted working every waking hour of his day, but his dream was so close he could practically taste it.

 

But to have such a dream and then witness just how lucky the kitchen staff was to be able to work with such a talented new chef – it made Jungkook want it that much more.

 

“Not a bad night for tips,” Taehyung murmured with a proud grin as the last of their customers left the building. “I got a table of nine tonight.”

 

“Cool,” Jungkook mumbled. He didn’t have to ask how well Taehyung had done. He always got great tips, just like Hoseok. Both of them were incredibly personable and always seemed to light up the room the moment they entered it. While Jungkook wasn’t a bad waiter per se, he just simply had a more difficult time building an instant connection with his customers. He could smile all night long, but it would never have the same effect that Taehyung and Hoseok had on their patrons.

 

“Should we ask Jimin how he did at the bar?” Taehyung asked.

 

Jungkook thumped him on the shoulder. His crush on Jimin was perhaps one of the most poorly kept secrets in the restaurant. “You know, I really think you should go over and do that yourself, don’t you?”

 

Taehyung nodded, unaware of Jungkook’s motives. “Yeah, alright.” He quickly unloaded the dirty dishes in his hands on Jungkook and smirked. “Why don’t you take these back since you’re on your way?”

 

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but did as he was told.

 

A few other waiters were milling about in the kitchen, bringing in the remaining dishes to load into their industrial dishwasher. Yoongi was still around, to Jungkook’s surprise. Most nights, the chefs were already long gone after their last table was served. Instead of vanishing, Yoongi was busy cleaning down every nook and cranny of his workspace and, it seemed, had also forced his sous chef to join him in the process.

 

“Wow,” Jungkook murmured as he passed by. “It looks really clean in here, chef.”

 

Minjoon was not amused by the comment. He looked up from the floor he’d been mopping with a cold stare. “Fuck off, Jungkook.”

 

Yoongi, it seemed, shared the same glare, though his seemed to be because he thought Jungkook was being sarcastic.

 

“No, I – I mean it,” Jungkook muttered. He looked to Yoongi, hoping that he hadn’t offended him for the second time that evening. “The last chef – he never really cleaned up after himself. Personally,” Jungkook continued, “I think it means you take pride in your work, you know? You want to have a clean and organized workspace.” He nodded enthusiastically. “I get it.”

 

Yoongi looked at him for a split second longer before he turned back to the stovetop and continued scrubbing away.

 

Jungkook took his cue, deciding to simply mind his own business from here on out. He quietly loaded his dishes and closed the lid to start a wash cycle, but nearly jumped when he suddenly heard Yoongi addressing him.

 

“Jungkook, right?”

 

Jungkook spun around with wide eyes. “Yes. Jeon Jungkook.”

 

Yoongi didn’t waste time acknowledging his full name. “How did everyone like their food tonight?” he asked. “Any complaints?”

 

“Oh – well, not really.” Jungkook tilted his head as he thought through the conversations he had over the course of the evening. “Everyone thought it was great. There was just this one lady who said there was too much oregano in your lasagna.” Jungkook shrugged as if he thought her opinion was wrong. “I mean – she ate the whole plate, so it’s not like she still didn’t love it, so… it was probably just a personal preference, I think.”

 

Yoongi nodded at the comment. “Still,” he replied. “Keep your ear to the ground. Let me know what else you’re hearing.”

 

Jungkook nodded eagerly. “Sure, of course.” He paused for a moment, watching as Yoongi returned to his stovetop. Their conversation appeared to have stopped just as abruptly as it had begun, which bothered Jungkook. He steeled his nerves and tried to continue speaking to the chef. “Actually, um… earlier when I tried it, I thought your lasagna tasted incredible.” Yoongi only nodded at him in acceptance of his compliment. “Maybe – someday – you could show me how you make it?”

 

Yoongi glanced up at Jungkook.

 

And laughed.

 

“Yeah, sure, kid,” he chuckled, and immediately resumed cleaning.

 

*

 

“Good evening,” Jungkook greeted his new table of customers with a pleasant smile. “My name is Jungkook and I’ll be your waiter tonight. Our chef’s special this evening is a lemon-herb risotto with seared scallops. Absolutely fantastic, if I do say so myself,” Jungkook enthused with a reassuring nod – and he meant it, too. Their new chef had been creating countless specials for the past two weeks, and this one had been one of his favorites by far. “Are there any drinks I can get for you?”

 

The older couple remained quiet throughout Jungkook’s standard spiel. “Water,” the woman demanded after he had finished. “No ice. No lemon.”

 

Jungkook kept his face in check at her curt demeanor. “Of course. And for you, sir?”

 

“A water as well,” the man replied. He pulled down his menu to glance at Jungkook over the top with a tiny smirk. “But you can bring on the ice and the lemon.”

 

Jungkook smiled at the man’s sense of humor before nodding at the both of them. “Excellent. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”

 

Jungkook hurried to the bar along the far wall and stepped behind it to grab two glasses.

 

“Kookie!” Jimin handed over a mixed drink that someone had asked for down on the end of the bar before practically skipping to the opposite side to see Jungkook. “Taehyung invited me out for drinks tonight after work.” He nudged Jungkook’s arm with his elbow. “You in?”

 

Jungkook frowned at the words Jimin had used. It sounded suspiciously like Taehyung had asked Jimin out on a date… and Jimin had no idea what he’d agreed to. “Hyung, that doesn’t exactly sound like Taehyung invited me for drinks…”

 

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Of course he did,” he assured him. “The more the merrier!”

 

Jungkook smiled at the invite from the bartender, but shook his head. “Not tonight. I work in the morning.”

 

Jimin’s shoulders slumped dramatically in disappointment. “That’s what you always say.”

 

Jungkook snorted as he reached for the soda gun, set it to the water setting, and filled both glasses for his table. “That’s because it’s true, hyung.”

 

“Well – when are we supposed to hang out?” Jimin complained. “You work at the restaurant every night until eleven. In the morning, you get up at four just so you can open up the gym at five and man the front desk. Do you ever take a day off?”

 

His employment at the nearby gym had been a recent addition to his busy schedule. Jungkook had spent the better part of last year searching for more than one source of income to go towards his tuition for culinary school. Finding a job at the gym had turned out to be a blessing in disguise because he could get in an additional eight hours of work before he was even needed at the restaurant in the evening. It certainly put a drag on his social life for the last month, considering that any time he spent outside of work he was busy trying to catch up on sleep. It was starting to finally take a toll on his friends, as well.

 

“Look,” Jungkook murmured as he placed a slice of lemon on the rim of one of his glasses. “It won’t be for long, alright? I just need to make enough money to be able to enroll in school and then… I don’t know, maybe I won’t have to work two jobs,” Jungkook mused with a tiny smile of his own. It might have been too much to hope for, but he still wished that what he was saying was true. “Why don’t you just hang out with Taehyung tonight?” Jungkook proposed in an effort to act as Taehyung’s wingman without his knowledge. “I doubt he would care that I’m not there.”

 

Jimin sighed, placing both hands on the counter as he surveyed the room. “Yeah, I guess. Oh – or maybe I could ask Hoseok to join us for drinks!”

 

Jungkook frowned at the idea. “Hoseok’s great,” he muttered. “But, um… Seriously, Taehyung wouldn’t mind if it was just the two of you.” Jungkook wasn’t sure how else to get the message across to Jimin without being too obvious. “You know, alone.”

 

Jimin, however, still seemed to be completely oblivious to Taehyung’s crush on him, as well as to the not-so-subtle hints Jungkook was trying to drop. “Taehyung loves Hoseok,” Jimin assured him, mistaking Jungkook’s words for concern. “Maybe I’ll even invite Taehyung’s brother, too. It can’t be easy for Seokjin, right? You know – being the owner and feeling like you have no friends at work since everyone’s your subordinate.”

 

Taehyung appeared from nowhere, returning to the bar with a drink order of his own and grinned at Jimin. “Hey,” he greeted both of them with a small head nod. “What’s up?”

 

Jungkook quickly picked up both of his glasses and swiftly vacated the premise before Jimin could surprise Taehyung with the “good” news that their quasi-date was about to be crashed by two more people.

 

*

 

“This is a typo, right?”

 

Jungkook had been on his way out of the kitchen when he stopped in his tracks and turned back. “Sorry?”

 

“This ticket,” Yoongi said, holding up the receipt for the order that Jungkook had placed earlier. “You have a customer that wants spaghetti and meatballs, but I’m supposed to hold the meatballs and add chicken. Then they want their chicken without any seasoning?” Yoongi slapped the paper on the counter and slid it over to Jungkook to inspect. “With the marinara on the fucking side?

 

Jungkook held his hands up in defense. “It’s not a mistake,” he protested. “That’s exactly what she wants.”

 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Yoongi growled, throwing a chicken breast into a skillet. “Some people are fucking morons who wouldn’t know good food if it hit them in the face.”

 

“It’s not your job to critique someone’s order,” the sous chef interrupted with a tired grunt, shaking around a skillet to prevent the food from sticking to the bottom of the pan. “Just make their fucking food liked they asked and get it out of the kitchen.”

 

Jungkook rolled his eyes at Minjoon’s comment and turned back to Yoongi with a fond smile, having felt the same way about her ridiculous order; it felt good to be vindicated by the head chef. “She complained that the last time she got the chicken here, it was too salty. And the time before that, she said her pasta was drowned in sauce.”

 

“Idiot,” Yoongi grumbled. He flipped over various other meats on the grill before turning back to Jungkook and pointing at him with the set of tongs he’d been using. “She’s going to hate her food,” Yoongi predicted as he waved his cooking utensil around in front of Jungkook’s face. It was amusing seeing how worked up Yoongi got over his own dishes. The skull-and-crossbones bandana he’d wrapped around his head as a cover for his hair gave off the image of a tough guy, but his fiery rant about the quality of his food and his small stature in comparison to Jungkook’s only made the waiter want to laugh. “She’s going to come back and tell you that everything she ordered is bland because there are no fucking seasonings on it. Did you tell her that her food is going to be bland?”

 

“I can’t tell her the food’s going to be bad with the way that she ordered it!” Jungkook countered nervously. Was that what Yoongi expected him to do? Argue with his customers?

 

“I know,” Yoongi hissed, surprising Jungkook. Clearly he knew that Jungkook couldn’t cross that line, but it didn’t change the fact that Yoongi still felt the urge to prove his point with the customers. “Whatever. You know what? There.” Yoongi finished grilling the plain chicken breast, plating it on top of a bowl of noodles along with a small cup of marinara sauce on the side. “Take that to her, have her shove it down her gullet, and tell her to enjoy her fucking food.”

 

Jungkook carefully checked his amused grin at the exit to the kitchen before he brought the meal over and set it down on the couple’s table. They nodded appreciatively at him and dug into their food. Jungkook stopped by three more tables to take care of refills while simultaneously checking on the couple from across the room as he moved. The man clearly enjoyed his meal, devouring the entire plate. The woman, similarly, had eaten a substantial amount of her food. But then, just as Jungkook finished taking an order for a table of five, he noticed that the woman in question was extending a hand up into the air and had begun snapping her fingers.

 

Snapping.

 

She was fucking snapping at him.

 

Jungkook carefully bit his tongue and walked calmly to the table. “How is everything?” he asked politely.

 

The woman, sitting with her legs crossed and hands folded in her lap, arched an eyebrow at Jungkook. “This chicken is far too bland,” she complained, just as both he and Yoongi had suspected that she would. She gestured to the meat, the majority of which she had already consumed, as she said, “It just… tasted like plain chicken.”

 

Jungkook glanced over at her husband, as if seeking out reinforcement from him at her ignorant comment, but he simply rolled his eyes at his wife and stared out the window. Obviously this wasn’t the first time he’d seen her throw a fit in a restaurant. “I’m sorry,” Jungkook apologized quietly. “But… you asked for the chicken without any seasoning.”

 

“And this pasta,” she continued, refusing to be corrected. “I asked for sauce on the side, and this is all that you brought out?”

 

Jungkook wanted to tell her that it was exactly what she ordered. He wanted to tell her that she could have asked for more sauce if that was what she wanted! Instead, he calmly pasted a smile on his face and bowed his head. “I’ll let the chef know,” he responded politely. Then, he immediately left the table before he could lose control of his emotions.

 

Jungkook walked swiftly to the kitchen, throwing the doors open and hurrying to the grill. “Chef,” he called out. He had to raise his voice to be heard over the various humming instruments in the back. “Guess what.”

 

Hoseok, who had been loading several plates in a miraculous balancing act on his tray, looked over at Jungkook with interest. “What?” he asked, but it was Yoongi that Jungkook was watching.

 

Yoongi turned around from his work station and tilted his head in question.

 

Jungkook lifted both eyebrows in answer.

 

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed.

 

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

 

“Not even a little bit,” Jungkook replied with an angry bite in his tone. He leaned forward over the counter to get his point across while waving a hand at the door. “She just yelled at me because she ate bland chicken without enough sauce.”

 

Yoongi immediately moved the skillet he’d been using over to a burner that was set on a lower level of heat, wiped his hands off on the towel at his waist, and threw the towel onto the counter before walking around his work station and towards the serving area.

 

But it wasn’t until Yoongi threw open the doors to the dining area that Jungkook realized just what he had done.