Jimin doesn’t have a job. Neither does Taehyung… But that’s besides the point. The point is that Hoseok’s dance club has a member fee, and that on top of half the rent and expensive salad ingredients to pay for… Let’s just say his wallet has seen better days.

When he had asked Taehyung for advice, all he said was to “find a job”. Of course Jimin needs a job! He didn’t need Taehyung to tell him that.

But Jimin has other friends now. He can ask Hoseok for advice, right? He should know this part of town pretty well, and he needs somewhere to earn money too. That’s what brought him to the elevator once more. I’ve lived here for two months already, Jimin thinks. Time really has a tendency of flying away, doesn’t it? Not that Jimin has done much. Besides from this past week, not much had happened since he had his sleepover at Yoongi-hyung’s place-

The elevator dings and Jimin walks over to his friends door. And rings the doorbell. And waits. And waits. Ok, he’s not here. But where would Hoseok be? Jimin knows it’s not at dance practice (more like hopes because that means he should be there too). Where else does Hoseok go?

The Pink Coffee Shop is a perfect place to start looking.

And what do you know, there he is, by the counter, chatting to the man Jimin remembers as Seokjin, who’s on the other side, absentmindedly drying a ne