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Park Jimin wasn’t a sandwich guy. In fact he rarely ever ate outside when his good friend Seokjin always invited him for meals no matter what time of the day. The man sometimes forgot Jimin was a university student and would send a text saying he just cooked his favourite stew when he was in the middle of a lecture, which mostly resulted in him just delivering it to the younger during his break. Besides this, Jimin hardly ate being the typical broke student. But here he was, in front of a famous sandwich joint. Seokjin was out of town for some chef convention and Jimin spared some money for taking care of a cat owned by his neighbour named Yoongi.
“It’s no problem, really! You don’t have to pay me.”
“You seem like you need the money, kid. Buy yourself something pretty.”
Sure, if he considered a Subway sandwich pretty.
It was the closest food place from campus and he was desperate. Plus, he was starving.
Jimin was greeted with the annoying jingle of bells placed near the front entrance when he steps inside, something every employee here probably gets irritated with. The familiar trademark colours of green and yellow are the first things he notices considering no one was at the cash and honestly, with how empty pocketed he was he did debate for a second on robbing the place of every penny it possessed. Although just when he laughs at himself for thinking of something so stupid, a person appears from the back, clad in black uniform and a cap that covers majority of his face, but Jimin notices he’s young. Younger than himself, maybe. When he slowly approaches the counter, the cashier finally lifts his head, eyes looking alarmingly wide yet his lips curl into that forced food place worker grin. “Hi, welcome to Subway. What can I get you?”
‘Your number with a side of your hot ass.’ Jimin immediately thinks. ‘Holy damn what kind of cute sandwich dude?’ He ever wondered how he’s never seen someone so stunning around here and why in the hell he hasn’t gone to Subway sooner than this glorious day. It’s when a minute passes of him just blatantly staring at the other that he finally notices the hand waving at his face. “I’m sorry if waving my hand was rude, but you zoned out.” Cute Sandwich Guy says, smilingly cheekily.
“Uh- right, yeah. Sorry, I just- have I met you before?” Jimin stutters, fingers instinctively fumbling with the hem of his cardigan.
“I don’t think so? Maybe. I go to the university in this area.”
Jimin glances down at the nametag placed on the other’s chest. Jeongguk. What a beautiful name.
“So do I! How have I not seen you around? A cute face like that is kinda hard to miss.” Before he could even control himself of his words, they instantly slip passed his lips and he suddenly thinks, ‘wow there goes my chances of making a good first impression.’
But Jeongguk shyly laughs and Jimin just about thinks his heart just exploded into cotton candy and rainbows and everything happy in this universe because he would do anything to hear that sweet sound every minute of every day. “For real, though. What can I get you today?”
“Er, what do you recommend?” Jimin scratches the back of his neck, eyes scanning the menu all while stealing obvious glances at Jeongguk who seems to be staring right back anyway. ‘Fuck, it’s getting hot in here.’
“The meatball sub is pretty good. It’s one of the favourites and a popular choice. Also the pizza sub.” Whatever words Jeongguk said, was obviously all forgotten whenever those lips moved. Jimin was so whipped and he barely knew the kid for ten minutes yet he was already mentally signing a marriage contract after his wedding vows.
“Wait- I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” Jimin abruptly asked, lifting a finger.
“The whole thing or the last part?” Jeongguk grimaced, not too enticed on having to recite that whole speech again about toasting the bread to make it taste better along with which sauce should go with what.
“The last.”
“Oh, I usually go for the foot long but if it’s your first time here, I suggest the 6 inch for starters to see if you like it.” It pained Jimin how casually Jeongguk said that with his innocent bunny smile. Such words could be hiding a certain message behind. Maybe he was whipped for Jimin too? If anything, Jimin was determined to find out.
“I’ll take your 6 inch.”
“What?”
“What. I mean- yeah. Uhm,” he nervously glances at the screen menus again, a whole stuttering mess. “6 inch meatball sub s-sounds great. Make that to-go, too.” As much as Jimin would kill to stay to spend more time with the love of his life, he had to meet Namjoon at the campus library and he couldn’t cancel last minute. Midterms were coming up and he was on the thin line of passing this semester. Also Namjoon would surely beat his ass for not showing up like he’s done in the past.
“$3.69 is your total.”
Yeah, Jeongguk was totally whipped. Not to mention he definitely took money off but that 69 cents too? It was a no-brainer. Jimin found himself a new sweetie and there was no reason not to believe it.
Their hands graze ever so gently when Jimin hands Jeongguk the money, and he’s even surprised he didn’t drop his change from his 5 dollar bill.
“By the way, I’m on break in a few.” Jeongguk suddenly brings up, handing Jimin his sandwich in a bag along with a napkin and a cookie that wasn’t even ordered plus even charged for.
W h i p p e d .
“Oh?”
“If you want,” Cute Sandwich Guy continues, smirking mischievously. “You can take my 6 inch to go. Free of charge.”
It was at that moment that Jimin knew, he was getting fucked.