BTS One Shots

Icy

Author's Note: My sister took me to Wendy's yesterday, which is what inspired this one shot. I don't work there obviously, so I don't know what working in fast food is like, which is why I used my imagination to write this. Enjoy :)

One shots (Namgi):

🎤 They go blah blah.

It don't matter, all you haters.

Always blah blah.

They kept talking; I keep walking.

(They to blah blah).

It don't matter, all you haters.

(Always blah blah).

They kept talking; I keep walking.

Ring, ring, ring, hear it all day long.

They got my phone blowing up, yeah (oh yeah).

I know this is your favorite song, that's how it's gonna end up, yeah (up, yeah).

Hey, the ice is so thin.

Don't be falling for me.

Bling, bling, bling, shining like a star.

Baby, that's me icy. 🎤

Namjoon Kim has been judged his entire life.

He didn't mind the whispering or the bullying, since he was raised by his father to not care what other people thought of him.

But it still wasn't pleasant, especially since he was from the poor side of town, unlike most of his classmates, who were middle class or wealthy.

Yeah, that definitely didn't describe him.

He was raised by a single father, Seokjin, who was currently in the military, leaving him and his two younger siblings with their Uncle Taehyung, who wasn't pleasant to be around.

He was grumpy all the time, and was also an alcoholic, meaning that he was always at bars, leaving his three nephews home by themselves.

The oldest nephew was twenty, however, meaning that he was old enough to get a job, earning the money, while making sure to be the father figure that his younger brothers needed.

He was basically the breadwinner of the family, which was exhausting, since his father was serving in the army, and his Uncle was never around.

He felt like nobody cared.

He sighed softly, before adjusting the headset that was sitting uncomfortably on top of his head.

He was currently working his job at Wendy's, a local fast food restaurant that honestly didn't pay well, but it was the only place that he could afford to work at at the moment.

It unfortunately had to do.

"Welcome to Wendy's," he said, keeping his tone of voice monotone, like it always was, while adjusting the red hat that was sitting on his head.

He's always liked his work uniform, since he believed that the colors red and gray suited him, going with his tan complexion.

He was wearing a red baseball cap, along with a gray polo shirt that had the silver name tag on it which stated his name, along with black jeans, and black high top vans.

It wasn't much, but it was simple.

"Can I have a Dave's Single," a voice spoke up from the outside, one that was all too familiar sounding.