your coworker yoongi is always infuriatingly late. except the one time he's much too early.

"One medium, iced, sugar-free vanilla latte with soy milk to go, thanks."

"Can I actually get no whip cream on my frapp?"

"Hey, you're out of creamer!"

"Hold on, hold on, please!" As much as you'd like to scream the words, you channel all that energy into keeping a customer-service grin plastered on your lips. You're scrambling to work the espresso machine, fingers sliding all over the little cups because they're soaked in water and spilled coffee and god knows what. You don't dare look at the line that stretches to the door of this little café, filling this place to the brim with impatient pre-caffeinated office workers and students. It's been this way every morning for the past six months you've worked here. Every time you think you've gotten used the bustle, it somehow gets even busier, even more crowded.

"Where are the other employees?" You hear one of your esteemed customers grumble, and you want nothing more than to ask the same damn question. Because there's meant to be three of you scheduled for the morning. But Sooah called in sick this morning, barely thirty minutes before her shift. And Min Yoongi? Well, he's late. Again.

The first time it happened, you just assumed it was because his alarm hadn't gone off. Understandable. But the second and the third? You started to wonder if he owned a clock or even knew how to read one. Currently, you're pretty sure he's late more often than he is actually on time. But he's always scheduled for the morning shift, bright and early.

The door chime jingles just as you finish another drink, sliding it across the counter to its new owner. You look up, face sweaty and flyaway hairs flailing, to see Yoongi's familiar face. He looks perfectly calm and unruffled despite the chaos around him. You lock eyes. He has the audacity to smirk, probably at your dishevelled state.

He practically glides behind the counter before looping an apron over his head. He ignores you in lieu of turning to the customer at the front of the line. He flashes on a smile. "Hi, good morning, how can I help you today?" He says in a voice that's sickeningly sweet and about as real as Splenda.

Your lips curl into a snarl as you watch how the girl flusters in the face of his niceties. She's probably thinking he's such a catch, with that perfectly-messy blonde hair and those sleepy, charming eyes. You slam the lever on the machine with more force than is necessary. You know the truth. Min Yoongi is the fucking worst.

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