After that comment from Jimin, you decided to completely remove yourself from any situation that involved him. Perhaps you were being a bit salty, but you weren't getting paid to deal with that kind of bullshit from any of your coworkers (or anyone, but especially not from people that you work with). This led you to walk away from actual conversations with people as soon as Jimin tried joining in - sure, it could be awkward but you knew you were pissing him off and that was the best reward you could get.
Although, for some reason, being placed in a section beside Jimin seemed to improve the work ethic of both you and him because you two were constantly competing (can serving even be considered competitive?) with each other for who can do the job better.
You were working on a Friday night and you didn't know if it was the fact that you had an exam that day that you're pretty sure you bombed or that you didn't sleep well the night before. Either way you were completely off your game and it was pissing you off, especially because Jimin kept giving you knowing looks every time he saw you looking frazzled.
You were getting ready to punch him in the face, but that wouldn't help you serve your tables and make money, so his face gets to be pretty another day you guess (you didn't like him but you weren't going to bother denying that he was pretty).
You got to the bar well and took a deep breath and started going through your mental list of things that needed to be done. One skill (is it really a skill though?) that serving gave you was complete and utter tunnel vision. When you were in the zone, it was almost impossible to break you out of it - even when you are shitting the bed (as you were that day).
You had about 5 drink tickets lined up at the bar and you were mentally planning the next 10 things that you needed to do, so you didn't notice the figure standing (far too close) behind you.
"Having issues today, sweetheart?" Jimin's voice whispered into your ear and you jumped. You glared when you noticed the condescending tone in his voice and you started mentally cursing him.
In most situations (for example, if you had better control of your section), you would've dished out a sassy response to effectively shut him up. Unfortunately for you, Jimin was correct in stating that you were having issues (don't let him hear that though) and a snippy comment towards your nemesis was the last thing on your mind.
You had discovered that sometimes, completely ignoring Jimin did exactly what you needed it too however - that being pissing him off quickly. It seemed to work well in this moment because when you didn't answer right away, you heard him take a frustrated breath and all you could think of was: "Got him."
Apparently, not responding just made Jimin way more desperate to get a rise from you so he upped the ante.
"Need me to lend a hand with anything? I'd hate to see you fall behind." You swear your eye twitched, and you were biting the inside of your cheek hard in order to not say anything because you knew you were succeeding in pissing him off. You organized all the drinks on your tray in a way that you'd remember, and stabbed the drink tickets. When you turned around, you looked up at Jimin and gave him the sweetest smile you could possibly muster.
"Excuse me please, Jimin." "Two can play at this game." You thought as you saw Jimin's nostrils flare in obvious contempt. Hm, tragic.
You casually pushed your way past him and chuckled to yourself while you walked away, fully aware that Jimin was probably plotting your murder at that moment.
"Check and mate."
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The rest of the shift followed the same suit - Jimin making snarky comments while you just walked away. Honestly, if you could have it your way, you would be making snippy comments right back to him (just to get him to maybe shut up for once), but your brain did not have the capacity to even comprehend any complex sentences (you couldn't even remember to bring one of your tables ranch - you knew that was going to haunt you in a nightmare in the near future).
You had just finished changing into your normal clothes after your shift (you swear, jeans will only feel comfortable after serving in a skirt for 4-5 hours) and you were so ready to go home. You had to figure out what you were going to eat for dinner though - you didn't have time to cook something ahead of time and you weren't really feeling any fast food or food at Tequila Mockingbird for that matter. You pondered the thought (more like zoned out) and didn't realize when Jimin came waltzing into the backroom.
"You good princess?" His voice snapped you out of your trance and when you looked over at him, he was taking off his apron and started balancing out his receipts.
"I'm fine. Did you just call me princess?" He shrugged his shoulders but didn't take his eyes off of the receipts in his hand. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your bag with the intent of leaving. Your brain was too dead to deal with his passive aggressive nicknames.
"Wait," he called out before you could leave. Oh, the lord was testing you today, that's for sure. You closed your eyes in an attempt to calm yourself down before turning around and pasting a smile on your face. How much fake smiling can one do in a day before their face freezes like this.
"Yes?" You were tired, hungry, and frustrated and you swore if Jimin was going to waste your time by making you stand around for a douchey comment, you would go grab a cup of Coke just to dump all over him.
"You owe me a meal." He smiled, but not his usual cocky smile. This smile kind of disarmed you because it seemed nice? How odd for someone like Jimin you had to say.
"Uh, yeah. I guess I do." You didn't really know how to respond to him other than that. Like, what point was he trying to make? "Were you wanting $20 so you can go somewhere and get something?"
"No, I had something else in mind instead." His grin widened and you weren't really sure what you were about to get yourself into.
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You didn't know how you ended in a booth right across from Jimin at a diner but you can say with complete certainty that this is not how you were planning the rest of your Friday night to go. You honestly don't even really know how you ended up in this situation right now but alas, here you were and here Jimin was and you had to say...
...This was one of the most awkward dinners you've ever had.
You weren't expecting much to begin with but you had nothing to say that wasn't a snarky remark about how he was a person. You used your fork and pushed the food on your plate a bit while trying to figure out just what the heck you could say to break some of the tension.
You glanced at Jimin and he seemed perfectly content right now, which was a bit sus. You tried to read him a bit to figure out what the heck his motives were and the only thing you could think was that he just really enjoyed making you uncomfortable.
You sipped your glass of water and decided you couldn't take this awkward silence any longer and decided to break the ice a bit.
"So," Okay, good start. Now follow it up with something else. "How was your shift?" Hm, not bad for someone who was almost suffocating in tension.
Jimin glanced up at you and seemed almost surprised that you had actually spoken (yeah, you too dude). He swallowed the food he was chewing and cleared his throat.
"Better than yours apparently." Ah, so there are his true intentions. He doesn't want to only make your job a living hell, he's also determined to ruin the rest of your life. You put on your best bitch face and looked back down at your food. Your tongue was poking at your cheek and anyone who looked at you would be able to see that you were not happy. Could you please go back 5 minutes and go back to the awkward silence?
Jimin seemed to notice the drastic change in your mood because he was immediately apologizing which again, surprised you. What the heck is this dude's problem?
"I'm sorry Y/n, that comment honestly just slipped out. I didn't mean it." You felt like you were stuck in the twilight zone. First he's trying to rile you up all shift unapologetically, and now he's apologizing for the exact thing he was doing not two hours ago. This guy was going to give you a migraine.
You spent the rest of the dinner overanalyzing everything Jimin did to try to figure out what his true intentions are, because you were at a complete loss. You didn't understand why his personality shifted so drastically from working a shift to being one-on-one with you.
Maybe the restaurant industry has already made him lose his mind? Poor soul, but it happens to everyone eventually.
The server brought over the bill and before you could even pull out cash to cover it, Jimin had already slammed his card down. You gave him a look and he sheepishly smiled at you and said, 'you can get next time.'
You were completely lost in that moment but all you knew was that Park Jimin was likely to be the final thing that drove you completely insane.