𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 || 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 || SMUT

𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕 -𝟟-

Jisung woke up, he did everything he normally does on a work day.

Wake up, brush his teeth, shower, get ready, get in the Uber and drive to work.

As the usual he went to the back and clocked in seeing his friends greeting them.

He wished something would change sometimes.

It got boring and tiring doing the same routine every single day besides the occasional days he'd go home early which was becoming rare.

The restaurant opened and of course all the rich customers rushed in with their fancy luxurious bags, clothes, and shoes on along with their families.

Jisung walked over to the front.

"Hello I'll be your waitress today, I'll lead you to your table" Jisung said to a couple, he walked over to a table and sat them down pulling the chairs out for them.

"I'll be right with you" the squirrel said as he walked away.

Jisung seated some more people and walked back.

"Are you ready to order?" Jisung asked pulling out his notepad, "Yes" the man said looking up at the squirrel.

"What can I get you two?" Jisung asked, the man then started to tell him what he wanted to order and Jisung wrote it down as the woman then started to speak about what she wanted.

The squirrel wrote it all down, "I'll be right back with your food." Jisung said walking back to the kitchen.

He gave the cooks the paper and walked back serving some more tables.

Jisung walked to the kitchen grabbing the couples food and walked back to the table handing it to them as he placed the dishes on the table.

The man thanked him, Jisung nodded and walked away.

A few hours into his work shift, 2:25 pm.

Jisung had just seated a table and gave the chef his order.

The boy had walked over to another table seating them and taking their order as well.

The squirrel walked back to the kitchen grabbing the large tables order, it was a group of men and some woman together at the table.

Jisung struggled holding everything as he walked over to the table.

As the squirrel walked he could feel his fingers slowly slipping off two plates.

That wasn't the problem though.

Jisung then tripped over his loose shoe lace that he hadn't noticed was untied causing him to fall and let go of the dishes in his hands.

The dishes fell making them crash into the floor breaking and spilling all the food.

The boy went slamming into the floor.

He scrunched his hands on the floor as he felt his right thigh ache from the sharp pain.

He could hear customers either laughing or talking about him, some gasping as well.

Jisung was in shock, he had never tripped and fell in the restaurant before.

Tears started to roll down his cheeks from his eyes.