30 Day Prompt Challenge: Day 6. Nametags
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff? Comedy?
Summary: Changmin works at a European style restaurant and he's lost his nametag. During this time without one, he dons many aliases, meeting a theater troupe while working as Hyunbin.
6.Nametags
Changmin decided to work at a western style restaurant because they paid more and were actually hiring waiters. That also meant he had to do shit on the job. His interview went fairly easy; the manager looked at him, approved of his looks, and asked him to read the English menu out. Well, he got the job.
There were only a few rules he had to follow. His hygiene was very important and so was his appearance, so he always had to show up freshly bathed and with clean hands at all times. His uniform needed to be pressed and cleaned before every shift, which was a huge dry cleaners bill on their part, but whatever. And he always had to have his nametag on so that a customer could see it and get him fired if he wasn’t doing his job right.
But it’s been three days since his idiot of a roommate lost his nametag when taking his clothes to the dry cleaners. Three days since he’s had to use those cheap paper nametags you can find in office supply stores with the “Hi my name is _____” space, which he kept blank. Three days since he stopped being Changmin and whoever the hell he wanted in front of these rich snobs.
“Hi, I’m Reginald, and I will be your server this evening.” The perplexed look on their European faces was unmatched so far. “What, you can’t see the British in my face? I assure you, I am a half!” For returning customers his story would change a little, but he would never have the same name twice. “You must have me mistaken with one of the other Asian servers. I’m not the person you say I am.”
On the second night, a young girl with her mother and father wanted dessert and yelled his fake name across the entire restaurant. “Winston! Winston Churchill! We want some dessert!” He had to hide his laugh and keep a poker face while pouring drinks for a couple as “Charlie Sheen.” It took some clever maneuvering, but he got the family without any notice.
So here he is, on Day 3 of his nametag escapade. Dinner rush. There are so many people that Jaejoong and Yoochun were called in despite it being their days off. The night was really starting to wind up as a theater troupe entered to celebrate a good run of performances. “Yoochun, Changmin! You’ve been assigned to tables six, seven, and eight. That’s about twenty people total, so don’t waste anymore time.”
“Hello, this is Yoochun, and I am Hyunbin, we will be server this party today. Can we start you off with some drinks?” Half the group was foreign, a few were Asians pretending to be foreign, and then some were just Asian. When splitting tables like this, they usually just go with the flow, but Changmin spotted a cute blonde in clothes that made him look like death, and he would have believed it if it wasn’t for his scratchy laugh ringing all around the tables.
“I’ve got this side,” he whispered. Yoochun flashed him a knowing smirk before taking their drink orders. He went around getting orders for soju and expensive wines with only the occasional tea or water. These people really wanted to celebrate the occasion properly. It irritated him to no end when they couldn’t decide on a drink and he’d have to point to the back of the menu where all the drinks were listed.
“For you, sir?” He finally asked the cute blonde he’d been eyeing for the last five minutes. “We have a great selection to choose from, or I can recommend a fine wine.” Instead of an answer, he just smiled and shook his head. The guy next to him answered instead, much to Changmin’s displeasure. He wrapped his arms over the blonde’s shoulder and squeezed him close.
“Junsu is our lead singer and is saving his voice. He doesn’t drink though, so just water.” As much as Changmin wanted to pinch his hand off, and it looked like Junsu did too, he only smiled and asked for this man’s order next.
Despite that small setback, he used every opportunity to flirt with him. When he came back with the drinks, he brushed his fingers over Junsu’s ear, making him blush deeply. He used that chance to take their orders for dinner and leaned on the back of Junsu’s chair while writing in his waiter shorthand. He came back to refill their waters almost five times even though the wine and soju bottles had been left on the table and only Junsu and two others were drinking water. His most flirtatious move was running his fingers down Junsu’s neck and back when he delivered their dinners, how he managed to pull that off, he wasn’t sure.
He had Junsu giggling every time he passed by and winked. It was almost a crime to have such a cute boy in black and portraying the very evils of death. What was their director thinking?
Their sponsors paid for dinner, so they just left when they finished. At that time, Changmin was serving a family of five as “Ringo Star.” It’s not a waiter’s job to clean the table, but he saw a shiny black phone glinting in the spot where the cute little blonde had been sitting.
He jogged out and caught them in the parking lot, all of them piling into company vans. The blonde stood out even among these foreigners. “Wait, sir, your phone.” His reward was a hug and a peck on the cheek, making the great Changmin blush this time. He returned to the restaurant redder than a cherry tomato.
“He’s cute. What was his name again?” The lead singer next to him asked. He shook his head, closing his eyes to just enjoy the last moments of the night.
“I don’t know, he wasn’t wearing a nametag.” Her friend replied.
Junsu’s eyes shot open wide, wider than any makeup artist could make them. He had been wearing a nametag, a blank one! He whipped out his phone and saw it, the nametag on the back with the words, “Hi, my name is Changmin!” And a phone number sprawled under it.
Day 5. || Day 7.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff? Comedy?
Summary: Changmin works at a European style restaurant and he's lost his nametag. During this time without one, he dons many aliases, meeting a theater troupe while working as Hyunbin.
6.Nametags
Changmin decided to work at a western style restaurant because they paid more and were actually hiring waiters. That also meant he had to do shit on the job. His interview went fairly easy; the manager looked at him, approved of his looks, and asked him to read the English menu out. Well, he got the job.
There were only a few rules he had to follow. His hygiene was very important and so was his appearance, so he always had to show up freshly bathed and with clean hands at all times. His uniform needed to be pressed and cleaned before every shift, which was a huge dry cleaners bill on their part, but whatever. And he always had to have his nametag on so that a customer could see it and get him fired if he wasn’t doing his job right.
But it’s been three days since his idiot of a roommate lost his nametag when taking his clothes to the dry cleaners. Three days since he’s had to use those cheap paper nametags you can find in office supply stores with the “Hi my name is _____” space, which he kept blank. Three days since he stopped being Changmin and whoever the hell he wanted in front of these rich snobs.
“Hi, I’m Reginald, and I will be your server this evening.” The perplexed look on their European faces was unmatched so far. “What, you can’t see the British in my face? I assure you, I am a half!” For returning customers his story would change a little, but he would never have the same name twice. “You must have me mistaken with one of the other Asian servers. I’m not the person you say I am.”
On the second night, a young girl with her mother and father wanted dessert and yelled his fake name across the entire restaurant. “Winston! Winston Churchill! We want some dessert!” He had to hide his laugh and keep a poker face while pouring drinks for a couple as “Charlie Sheen.” It took some clever maneuvering, but he got the family without any notice.
So here he is, on Day 3 of his nametag escapade. Dinner rush. There are so many people that Jaejoong and Yoochun were called in despite it being their days off. The night was really starting to wind up as a theater troupe entered to celebrate a good run of performances. “Yoochun, Changmin! You’ve been assigned to tables six, seven, and eight. That’s about twenty people total, so don’t waste anymore time.”
“Hello, this is Yoochun, and I am Hyunbin, we will be server this party today. Can we start you off with some drinks?” Half the group was foreign, a few were Asians pretending to be foreign, and then some were just Asian. When splitting tables like this, they usually just go with the flow, but Changmin spotted a cute blonde in clothes that made him look like death, and he would have believed it if it wasn’t for his scratchy laugh ringing all around the tables.
“I’ve got this side,” he whispered. Yoochun flashed him a knowing smirk before taking their drink orders. He went around getting orders for soju and expensive wines with only the occasional tea or water. These people really wanted to celebrate the occasion properly. It irritated him to no end when they couldn’t decide on a drink and he’d have to point to the back of the menu where all the drinks were listed.
“For you, sir?” He finally asked the cute blonde he’d been eyeing for the last five minutes. “We have a great selection to choose from, or I can recommend a fine wine.” Instead of an answer, he just smiled and shook his head. The guy next to him answered instead, much to Changmin’s displeasure. He wrapped his arms over the blonde’s shoulder and squeezed him close.
“Junsu is our lead singer and is saving his voice. He doesn’t drink though, so just water.” As much as Changmin wanted to pinch his hand off, and it looked like Junsu did too, he only smiled and asked for this man’s order next.
Despite that small setback, he used every opportunity to flirt with him. When he came back with the drinks, he brushed his fingers over Junsu’s ear, making him blush deeply. He used that chance to take their orders for dinner and leaned on the back of Junsu’s chair while writing in his waiter shorthand. He came back to refill their waters almost five times even though the wine and soju bottles had been left on the table and only Junsu and two others were drinking water. His most flirtatious move was running his fingers down Junsu’s neck and back when he delivered their dinners, how he managed to pull that off, he wasn’t sure.
He had Junsu giggling every time he passed by and winked. It was almost a crime to have such a cute boy in black and portraying the very evils of death. What was their director thinking?
Their sponsors paid for dinner, so they just left when they finished. At that time, Changmin was serving a family of five as “Ringo Star.” It’s not a waiter’s job to clean the table, but he saw a shiny black phone glinting in the spot where the cute little blonde had been sitting.
He jogged out and caught them in the parking lot, all of them piling into company vans. The blonde stood out even among these foreigners. “Wait, sir, your phone.” His reward was a hug and a peck on the cheek, making the great Changmin blush this time. He returned to the restaurant redder than a cherry tomato.
“He’s cute. What was his name again?” The lead singer next to him asked. He shook his head, closing his eyes to just enjoy the last moments of the night.
“I don’t know, he wasn’t wearing a nametag.” Her friend replied.
Junsu’s eyes shot open wide, wider than any makeup artist could make them. He had been wearing a nametag, a blank one! He whipped out his phone and saw it, the nametag on the back with the words, “Hi, my name is Changmin!” And a phone number sprawled under it.
Day 5. || Day 7.