You're a college student trying to pursue a future career in teaching while caring for your disabled father at home during the day, and working your shifts at the popular sports bar downtown at night with almost no time in between.
It's a hectic lif...
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You quietly slip into the busy kitchen, exchanging greetings with a few cooks before tactically dodging them as they scrambled around.
"Hi Jin," you crouch down at the line where the head chef, who also happens to be one of your closest friends, is putting the finishing touches on a few dishes. His furrowed brows lift at the sound of you sweet voice and his plump lips curl into a smile.
"Baby girl, where have you been, it's Friday night?" He wipes the sweat off of his forehead with his sleeve. You look over and see the tickets multiplying with each passing second and Jin groans before turning his back to check on the steaks he had resting on a rack.
"My tutoring session went on for longer than I expected," you call out and you see his head bob as he slices the meat, "you think he'll be mad?"
"Y/N."
Shit.
You brace yourself for the death stare from your boss. You whirl around and almost crash into his broad chest as he towers over you with his arms crossed. You meet his intense gaze before cracking a nervous smile. He shakes his head disapprovingly and swiftly makes his way to his office, knowing you will trail after.
You look back and meet Jin's sad eyes as he mouths a sorry. You shake your head with a smile in an attempt to reassure him, and yourself, before following.
"Shut the door." The loud commotion from the kitchen staff seizes once the wooden door shuts, adding to your nervousness. You bite your lip and fiddle with your fingers as you sit in the leather chair in front of the man's desk.
He huffs before tossing his glasses in front of him and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"This is the third time this month, Y/N," he starts.
"Mr. Kim I know but-
"I gave you this job because I understand how difficult things can be with your father's condition but this," he sighs, "this is getting ridiculous. I need somebody reliable, especially on Friday nights."
"Sir, I know and I'm so sorry. Please just let me prove how reliable I am tonight," your head drops as your voice lowers, "just give me one more chance. I need this job."
He sighs once again, "you're lucky I have a soft spot for you." Your face brightens and you look up to meet his dimples on display as he sends you a warm smile.
You jump up from your seat and make your way around his desk before throwing your arms around him. "Ah Namjoon I could kiss you right now!"
He playfully rolls his eyes as he awkwardly pats your back to which you let out a giggle at his awkwardness. You pull away and catch the pink tint of his cheeks. "Y-yeah whatever, just get out there and get to work."
