powerboys | This is my coup d'etat

"I feel like a dick." Sangwoo complained as he walked after his friend, wearing a suit and a bowtie that Minjun had managed to get him. Apparently tonight was a special occasion and the company had contacted an outside source to recruit waiters for one night only. And Minjun just had to go and join up so he tagged along. Reluctantly but protectively.

He'd never worn a suit before, he didn't had a cap on or anything, it all felt really odd to him. He was mostly just glad he'd covered most of his tattoos and he didn't need to show his ID to get the job.

"What do we do then? Just serve and listen?"

"Serve, listen, look like dicks." Minjun inspected Sangwoo, smirking. "I think you fit in more than me. Makes it worse." It really did. Funny to think that even though he had only even gotten the job by bribing the guy in charge, Sangwoo was the one who would be the bigger scandal, should anyone find out that he was serving here.

It was exhilarating, Minjun did love getting away with stuff. "Say nothing and bow a lot, I think that's the general protocol. Don't meet anyone's eyes."

"Okay, so, just don't offend people? Got it." Sangwoo nodded and then the boss started clicking at them to get their attention, gesturing around in annoyance. Oh, right, they were supposed to go to tables. "I'll take the small family one, you can have that whole business meeting. Have fun, Bond."

Rolling his eyes, Sangwoo approached the table and bowed to the family before picking up his pen and pad. This was going to be chaos, he could not write... the orders would all be squiggles. "You need anything?" Oh, shit, wait. That wasn't fancy enough. "...From us. Don't hesitate to ask." Better."

At the moment, Yejoon's mind really was all over the place. Mostly he felt anxious, because here he was, still young, but with his father gone, he was the one supposed to order. Because he was the man in the family. Obviously, ordering was the least of his issues, he knew food, but it felt like a symbol of everything else he had to do.

Still, the waiter's voice pulled him from such dark thoughts and he looked up, nodding a little. Then he started making the order, taking care not to forget anything. And staring at the waiter the entire time, because something was strange about him. Did he know him? Maybe he had served them last time too.

Sangwoo nodded, scribbling nonsense onto the piece of paper and trying to memorise it all but, well, it wasn't easy. He was struggling to keep on top of what was said. He looked at Yejoon, frowning a little... was he supposed to know this guy? He felt like he'd heard that voice before. Nah, no chance, he was way too hot. Hot and eating in a pricey place like this? Pfft. He was crazy.

He bowed politely. "I'll get that for you." Turning around, he frowned and looked back at the guy. Seriously, why was he so familiar?

Minjun bumped shoulders with Sangwoo on his way to the kitchen, entertained by the look on his face. "Overwhelmed already?"

At least the look on his face seemed to give that impression. Confused, he would call it that. Of course, Minjun didn't notice that Yejoon's eyes also followed Sangwoo, his brow furrowed.

What was this about? Like some strange deja vu, this man seemed so familiar. His heart was beating too fast and he didn't know what to make of any of this. He was just a waiter, what was going on?

"I, uh, I couldn't write the order." Sangwoo showed Minjun the scribbles on the page and then frowned. "Write for me." He ripped the page off and gave him the blank pad, trying to recall every detail and focusing on that and not how weird he felt. God, what the fuck was it? He felt kind of sick. He didn't usually get anxious when writing or when with hot guys.

He tried to suck in a breath and ran his fingers through his hair. "This job is stupid. I hate being a waiter."

Made him feel sick... for some reason. "Oh and the drinks orders were like-- two waters, one red wine and I think gin. I think."

Minjun nodded, writing down the orders quickly and then putting both his and Sangwoo's orders down on the counter. He turned to look at him, frowning. "Next time you take an order, get closer and let them show you what they want in the menu. There's numbers next to every item, just write down the numbers."

He knew that Sangwoo could read and write numbers, he remembered when they'd first practised that, back when they'd both still been children. "Was someone rude to you?" It wasn't just Sangwoo that was protective.

"Nah, it's all good. Just-- dunno, I don't like being on the spot like that." Which was true but it wasn't the issue. He just felt weird inside. He leaned on the counter and watched the chefs work, knowing he had to go back out there and really not wanting to. Something was off, he didn't know what and he didn't want to alarm Minjun either. It'd go away... eventually. "I'll try the number trick, might make me freak out less."

With a half smile, a woman came over and slid two trays over with drinks. "Table 62 and table 34."

Sangwoo frowned and looked at Minjun. "Were you table 34 or was I?"

"You were. I'm 62." And Minjun picked up his tray, smiling at his friend, attempting to reassure him. "Relax, yeah? Worst case scenario, we get kicked out. But if we mae it through the evening, we don't even get paid half-bad." And he could give his share to Sangwoo, to make up for the stress. He wouldn't have thought it would get to his friend so badly. "Let's go. You don't look like a dick, by the way. Weirdly suits you."

"Still feel like a dick." Sangwoo huffed as he headed out and tried not to spill the tray, walking towards the table he'd just been at and trying to remember who wanted who. He got the water and wine mixed up with two of them and got very curtly told off for it but... Sangwoo was used to being snapped at so it didn't both him. When he came to Yejoon, he set down the gin and hope he'd ordered that.

"All good, sir?" He was hoping so.

"All good." It wasn't. Yejoon honestly wasn't even sure what that drink was supposed to be, but it smelled horrible. However, it was hard to be critical when he couldn't look away from the waiter's eyes. There was such depth in them. Softness, even. Or maybe he was just completely losing his mind. "I'm Yejoon."

And he had no business introducing himself to a waiter, what was he doing? Luckily everyone else seemed to be busy with their conversation.

"Uh... Sangwoo." Sangwoo bowed politely, not sure if he was supposed to make small talk and be on first name basis with a waiter but here he was. "I hope you like the drink. It's good here. Gin is always good." He knew, he drank it himself. He smiled and then looked down, feeling his his heart was racing and trying to rip out of his chest. It felt so weird. Was this what it was like to be Minjun?

He swallowed and went to move past, accidentally brushing against Yejoon. It was like a ping in his head, he felt something surge through him and then, without warning, his chest fucking glowed.

It. Glowed. Sangwoo slapped his hand over his chest and fucking hauled ass into the kitchen. What the hell?

Minjun spotted it. He doubted anyone else had, but he had been paying a lot of attention to his friend after seeing how shaken he was by the situation. And now? Now he was starting to get more of an idea about why. He couldn't be certain, but even so there was a big smirk on his face when he hunted Yejoon down, standing in front of him in the kitchen. And looking at his chest. He wasn't even sure what to say at first, he just laughed.

"Yo. Bro."

"Fuck off or I will smash that smirk off your fucking face." He closed his eyes, trying to focus, trying to spit the light out or get rid of it. Eventually, he managed it, looking at Minjun angrily. "This isn't funny! What if someone saw? What if someone finds out? I can't be here." And besides, he just met his true love, his soulmate, and he wasn't even sure what to do with that. He felt like puking.

"Did you see that guy? I can't-- shit!"

"Is it him? Are you sure?" Had to be. Minjun had never seen Sangwoo like that before and he had most certainly seen him crushing on people. Clearly this was different. He frowned. "I mean, he is hot." He could admit that much. Really hot. And very much looked like old money, if he was any judge, he just had a feeling, even just glancing at that family table. No wonder Sangwoo looked so sick, he had to be completely thrown. "Do you wanna leave?"

He frowned. "But... You know, that might mean never seeing him again. Just imagine that."

"I dunno. I -- I can't ever be with him anyway so whatever." He was rich. Stupidly rich and at this place where rich fuckers came and enjoyed themselves. If Sangwoo was even found to be here, he'd actually be arrested. So what? How was he ever even supposed to be near his soulmate? He gulped and shook his head, giving Minjun a defeated look. "I'm never going to see him again if I stay or go. Don't make a difference."

Ah well. He was used to disappointment. "I'm here for you, I ain't running away."

Minjun wrapped his arms around Sangwoo, more concerned for his friend now than he was amused at the situation. He held him for a few moments, then let go. "Do you want to switch tables?" What would it be like to be Sangwoo, what if Gyungho had been someone he could never even talk to properly? Minjun couldn't even imagine the pain.

Maybe he could help his friend. He had to find a way to do it.

"Nah, it's cool." They were slid over the starters plate and Sangwoo bowed in thanks, picking up his tables stuff and smiling at Minjun. "I'm used to this kind of thing. It's fine. It's just nice to see him up close, I guess. I can imagine then." It was nice in a sad way, Sangwoo gave Minjun a big grin so he didn't get upset. He had to be brave and happy for Minjun. He needed it for him.

"Now go back to spying, Bond. We gotta get our deets."

Minjun gave a nod, a thumbs up and then he left, carrying his own orders. He still glanced Sangwoo's way more than he normally would have, but whatever. He could multitask.

Meanwhile, Yejoon really couldn't. He was just watching Sangwoo, clutching the napkin in his hand and trying to figure out a way to talk to him. To maybe even touch him. Get to be alone with him?

What was he even thinking? He swallowed, but then he reached out, one hand on Sangwoo's arm. "Excuse me. Where's the bathroom?"

He didn't need it, he just needed an excuse.

"Uh." Sangwoo finished putting the starter plate on the table and looked at Yejoon, who was touching him, hoping that he wasn't still fucking glowing over a little touch. This time? Not so bad. He nodded and then gestured over at the corridor. "Back there, I can show you if you want."

He knew where it was cause he and Minjun got dressed in there. Classy boys and all.

Sangwoo started to move ahead, trying to ignore the way his heart was racing and how much his chest tightened. He was used to loss and disappointment but this one kinda sucked. He got what Minjun meant - he did wanna cry. And he never cried.

"Do you always work here?" Yejoon wasn't sure how else to start a conversation and he wanted to know. He had to know how he could see him again. He wished he knew him well already, he wished they could just talk like friends. It seemed impossible somehow that he was supposed to treat this man as anything other than an equal. "Nice uniform."

What. He sounded like an idiot. Yejoon bit on his lower lip, hating himself as he walked next to Sangwoo. He had never been this nervous before.

"No, it's a temp job. The place needed extra staff for the wedding party next door so we're covering the general floor. It's good money, I guess." For him, it was insane. He was going to buy himself a lot of booze and a porn pass. Cause, well, he was pent up and not having much luck getting laid lately. Teenagers found the mark tantalising - adults? Not so much.

He missed being younger. Smiling at Yejoon, he looked down at himself. "Really? I don't often wear suits so this is a new experience for me." He looked at Yejoon curiously. "You look like you're made for that suit. Much better on you."

"You'd probably look good in anything." Yejoon smiled and then felt a little sheepish. His friends talked about it, just seducing a waitress, giving her their number and meeting her in a love hotel later, stuff like that. But he had never done anything like this, he wasn't sure how to do things like this. And he didn't really want to either, thinking of how they talked about those waitresses. That wasn't what he wanted, no. "I guess the suit was made for me."

Not the other way round. "I prefer t-shirts." In all honesty.

"Me too. I like cargo pants... does that kill my charm? Cause they're fitted, my ass looks great." Sangwoo assured him playfully. He knew how often people got off put by his tank tops and cargo pants, no one really wanted to date that guy but it was like ... part of his style. His look. "Bet you'd look good in a t-shirt, probably look good in anything. I think a man makes his clothes and not the other way around."

Pausing, Sangwoo gestured ahead to the men's room. "There you go, Yejoon-nim." Sangwoo bowed for him. "Good talking with you."

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