Book 3: Restart

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Day 1

Ages:
Yoongi: 25
Jimin: 26
Jungkook: 24
Taehyung: 25
Hoseok: 24
Namjoon: 26
Jin: 26

Yoongi's Pov

It was busy today. I felt like my arms would fall off from all the customers coming in. They were annoying, flirting with me or purposely spreading their legs wider and/or moving their boobs to be directly in my face. Fun fact those were the girls.

It got on my nerves.
They clearly didn't know what 'doing my job' was. Multiple times they got a refund or they were kicked out.

"Yoongi! You're on break!"
I wave my pale hand in the air to show my boss that I heard her. With difficulty I stiffly got up and cracked my bones, walking out of my work room to the front to escape the constant noise of needles and buzzing.

I open the clear front doors, hearing that stupid annoying jingle sound from above my head as I continue forward. I let the glass door slam behind me while the open sign almost completely turns before moving back to its original place with a slight sway. I take out a cigarette and put it close to my face, my eyes barley open because of lack of sleep. I light it up and place it to my lips, sucking in the burning smoke that filled my body with relaxation.

My eyes roamed the streets as I smoked, getting hesitant stares from strangers with children or simply disgusted stares, forcefully pulling their children closer to them as they whisper harsh and hurtful words into their ears.

"That is what you'll grow up to be if you don't do those damn dishes!"
I once heard a lady whisper that into her child's ear while looking directly at me with a mocking stare that made me want to walk over and punch her in her fucking face.

She must've thought that I was gonna walk away crying while rethinking about all my bad life decisions.

All I did was glare at her and she and her child were already making a trip to the hills, never looking back to my hunched figure chuckling lightly.

The reason was because I was covered in tattoos and piercings. I had a nose, eyebrow, lip, nipple, and tongue piercing. My ears has multiple hoops and buds.

I had two sleeve tattoos, more skin uncovered than most. I had a tiger on my right thigh, and a dragon on my back. Between my back and rib cage I had a burst of colors, a meaningful tattoo I couldn't explain in words. On my rib cage I had a simple rose. On my calf I had a random set of stars, and my other thigh had Jimin's name in messy handwriting.

My left and right hands had a skeleton tattoo, and my right ankle had a tattoo also.

So yeah, I looked like a danger to Karen's and their brainwashed children. And the fact that I smoked made me seem like I was shooting people up for money and drugs, which was not the case at all for your information.

I worked at a tattoo parlor. It was the only other place that would take me in because of my background and appearance.

My life was simple. No drama at all, and being surrounded by a bunch of strangers who didn't care to get to know me. It was perfect.

My old bunch, I haven't seen them in seven years. Not on social media, phone calls, random texts asking to meet up, nothing.
I mean they wouldn't be able to since they didn't even know where I was,
and I liked it that way.

I would get plain anxiety trying to talk to those punks.
Especially Jimin. They would probably hate who I became. A tattooed freak who drinks every other night with a bunch of fucked up trauma.

Totally Jimin's type.
Jimin.......
Talking about him I don't hate him.

I actually never hated him.

The first few years all I could think about was him and our relationship.
I don't really blame him for anything. Well, besides him telling me I deserved to be raped and shit.

We were young, and our relationship was never stable from the beginning. Agreeing to not talk about our parents was a mistake, since the root of most of those said problems were stemmed from them.

Fuck, I was thinking about the past too much. I finished up my cigarette, letting it fall to the ground and stepping on it to release the burning flame that left a mark on my dirty converse.

I walked back inside the stupid parlor, knowing that my break was done and that I would have to get back to work.

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Day 5

"Hey! Why are you ignoring me! I'm obviously trying to pull a move on you! I know you're interested."

I put down the needle, trying to stop the prickling headache from forming inside my brain. Who does this chick think she is?
"Look, I'm trying to give you a tattoo alright? It is not my fault that it happens to be on your boobs. Please ma'am, I am just trying to do my job. I'm not interested."

She gave me a nasty stare that made me want to absolutely vomit.
"Then I can walk out of here right now."
I rolled my chair away from her.
"Go ahead. It'll be on you because one you'll be wasting your money, two you're tattoo isn't finished, and three you'll be walking down the street half naked because I still have your top."

She looked at me embarrassed.
"That is sexual harassment." She was really getting on my nerves. I got up and started to collect my tools. Before I could take my gloves off she grabbed my arm tightly.

"Wait! I'll let you finish it!" I looked at the clock, dreading this appointment.
Let me? Really, who does she think she is?
"Good. But that will be an extra fourty dollars because you wasted 30 minutes of my time."

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Day 7

My second job is at a local cafe that is always busy.
Now you may wonder,
Yoongi how hasn't anyone you know seen you? You're at a local cafe that is always busy!

Well, I'm a liar.
I mean not really,

I only know one thing about about everyone else and that is their locations. Two or three of them are famous or something so it's well known where they live. The rest live close by. I don't know who's famous but they obviously live in the biggest city, Seoul.

Everyone else lives in Daegu still or Busan.

I live in Ulsan.
That's why I'm always surrounded by unfamiliar people, and I like it.
The bosses also never make me take orders or be at the cash register because I'm apparently too intimidating to the customers.

Most of the time my back it turned making coffees.
Today though?

They fucking lied.
I had to take orders because Chris my co-worker got sick and stayed home.

I put on my apron, getting out the stupid pen and notepad. I put on a simple black bandana. To push my kinda longish black hair out of my eyes which did not hide the random scars that littered my face.

Table 24 was first.
I walked up to the two ladies and gentleman, stopping their conversation as they stared me down.

In my most non-threatening voice, I recite my stupid speech.
"Hi, my name is Yoongi and I will be your server today. What would you like?" I turn to the blonde haired girl first, waiting for her mouth to open to jot down her order.

It never does. She just stared at me like I fucking lassoed the galaxy for her.
"Ma'am?" Her eyes widened and her cheeks went red. She nervously put a piece of hair behind her ear before she recited her pastry and drink.

I write it down and look back up at the guy. He too, stared at me before ordering. What was up with people staring? I tell my co-worker the order and move onto the next table.

For the past ten minutes I've been running around with orders and drinks, trying not to embarrass myself. It was only two minutes before my break and I was exhausted.

The bell rang again, and I groaned and looked up to see who it was. I froze. No. This can't be happening..... He's supposed to be in another city, what is he doing here??

Looking around the busy cafe, was somebody that I haven't seen in seven years.

Jeon Jungkook.

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Lynn~~