Touch Of The Poor

⑪You Went Too Far

  
Once Taehyung started his shift, he plastered his usual affable smile on his face.

Customers were coming and going endlessly, and he didn't have even a minute to sit down. As he was preparing some drinks, he couldn't help but eavesdrop on a conversation two girls were having.

"They were right about this place."

"Yeah, it's really cute and warm, isn't it?"

"Yes, it was worth listening to them."

"And free gift card too."

"It's a win-win situation."

Taehyung rucked his brows at the weird conversation. Probably someone they knew recommended this place. With this thought, he shrugged it off and finished their order.

"Thank you," the two girls chirped and bundled off.

What was strange to Taehyung was that he heard a quite similar conversation about an hour later from a group of people after placing their order.

Curiosity built up in him, and he couldn't control it anymore. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but listen to your conversation. Who are you talking about? Who recommended this place?"

"Oh, we were walking close by and there was a group of people giving out these gift cards," the boy explained as he showed him his gift card. "They said we can use it if we come here and order something. All we have to do is write down the number of our order and then go to the assigned stores and use them."

Taehyung observed the gift card in depth as he listened to what the boy had to say, and everything clicked once he saw his name. Sponsored by Jeon Jeongguk. Not even his company. Jeon Jeongguk himself. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he handed the gift card back to the boy and finished their order.

Inguk emerged from the kitchen a while later, and since Taehyung could finally take a moment to relax, he cleared his throat, getting his attention. "So why do we have so many customers nowadays again?"

"We talked about this, I have no idea. But at least we're making good money now."

"Exactly."

"What's up with you?"

"Your friend gives out gift cards so people will come here."

"What?"

"Jeongguk. He's been helping with our clientele."

It was another good deed carried out by Jeongguk that was obviously connected to him, something that troubled him deeply since he couldn't understand the reason behind his actions.

"I don't know why he had the need to help me out, but I'm not complaining." Inguk chuckled as he lifted a carefree shoulder.

"Yeah," Taehyung uttered with a sigh. I just hope you were the one he wanted to help.

 
After hours of serving plenty of customers, Taehyung had only one more hour before the end of his shift and the customers started decreasing. He was all out exhausted, and the main reason was the stupid cast; he couldn't feel his left leg from all the hopping and standing for so long.

Just when he was about to sit down, he heard the door opening and stood straighter again. His smiley expression converted into a dour one real quick once he saw who it was. He wilted on the stool, not caring about the boy in front of him.

"Hi." Maybe it was the first time since the day he met him where he greeted him as an equal human being, and Jeongguk was sorely aware of that.

Taehyung cast him a rather indifferent glance, not bothering to answer him. "Inguk," he called loud enough for the boss to hear, and he leaped out from the kitchen seconds later.