Thread by @twinkminnie

💭 thinking abt waiter jmi being sexually harassed by all his male customers except jgk, the cute regular.

every afternoon, jmi will hear the door ring at two o clock, signaling the handsome customer’s arrival for his daily extra cup of coffee.

cw// psycho jgk, manipulation, implications of murdër, harassment

he’s always sweet to jmi, offering a blinding and endearing smile as he asks about jmi’s day. and jmi would serve him a fresh cup as he indulged the details of his shift at the diner.

jmi doesn’t bother mentioning the guy’s hand that slipped up his skirt this morning as

he walked by, doesn’t bother mentioning the snide murmurs about he receives daily about his ass, nor the smack or gropes he gets weekly.

jgk doesn’t see him like that, and jmi doesn’t want to taint their conversations with his problems.

jgk respects him, is friendly and genuinely interested in him.

no gropes, no crude comments, no obvious staring at his ass.

he looks jmi in the eye, looks at him like he’s /worthy/, that he’s not just waiter working in a run down diner.

he likes that jgk asks about his family, likes that jgk doesn’t ask him to smile when he doesn’t want to, likes that jgk shares the same music taste, likes that he doesn’t interrupt jmi when he’s speaking.

jgk has a face he doesn’t dread to see. instead, jgk is slowly becoming a face that makes butterflies flutter in his tummy and cheeks peachy pink.

jmi may have a crush.

———-

one evening jmi is closing up the diner by himself, half the lights shut off as he scurries around trying to finish up the last of the cleaning.

it’s been a long day, his feet are aching and his hands are uncomfortably cracked and dry from washing dishes for hours.

just when he thinks he’s about finished, there’s a loud trio of knocks on the glass door. turning, jmi finds jgk standing and pointing for jmi to open the door.

narrowing his eyes curiously, jmi signals that he’s coming.

he wonders what jgk could be doing here this late. he’s never come after closing before.

a rush of warm summer air and a whiff of jgk’s delicious cologne floods inside as jgk passes through the door with a quick thank you.

“hey jmi, sorry, i know you’re about to go home,” jgk begins, scratching his head, “it’s just my car broke down and i was wondering if i could wait here until the tow truck comes? — it shouldn’t take long!”

he does seem really stressed, beaded sweat lining his forehead.

jmi locks the door behind them, smiling sweetly at the taller man. “of course, i don’t mind! what happened?”

jgk relays the story of how his engine wouldn’t start. cutely, he curses himself for procrastinating getting his engine checked the second something seemed off.

“i can make you a cup of coffee for your troubles? maybe a donut?” jmi offers politely, rounding the counter towards the coffee machine.

“no, it’s okay,” jgk says, “that’s sweet, but it not necessary.”

jmi mumbles an okay, opting to lean against the counter across from jgk with his chin his hands. a moment of comfortable silence stretches before jgk speaks up.

“do you usually close this late? by yourself?”

“not usually but my manager got sick so i stayed.” jmi explains.

jgk hums, slowly moving around the counter.

each step closer has jmi’s heart rattling, back stiffening. jgk isn’t looking at him, but at his feet until he stops just a step away.

strands of his dark hair fall into his eyes before he finally finds jmi’s confused gaze.

the atmosphere is odd. jgk is staring at him with undecipherable expression. his frame is broad, sculpted muscles and dark tattoos has jmi wanting to shrink smaller.

“a pretty boy like you shouldn’t be left be alone.”

jmi freezes, suddenly flustered by the comment.

“what do y-you mean?”

“a pretty boy alone late at night. this diner doesn’t even have security cameras. if someone wanted to take advantage of you, they’d get away with it.”

jmi is stunned into silence, a sinking feeling of dread settling in his chest.

jgk is right, there aren’t any cameras. they’re outside city limits, which means sparse traffic.

jmi takes a step away, wanting to distance himself. jgk isn’t the evil type.

he wouldn’t take advantage of him. he’s just pointing out of the safety hazards. yeah, that’s it, right?

but each step backward he takes, jgk takes one step forward. another one, another one, and another one until jmi’s back hits the wall and jgk is looming over him

with haunting, narrowed eyes.

“no one’s going to — to d-do that. r-right?” jmi asks with a thin voice, hands trembling at his sides, “you only want to protect me. you’re — you’re a good guy jgk-ie.”

jgk sighs, lifting a hand to caress jmi’s cheek with his thumb.

from there, it travels down until his thumb grazes dangerously close to his lips. jmi can feel hot tears threatening to form.

“you’d be right, baby,” jgk whispers, his other arm leaning against the wall next to jmi’s head, caging him.

“all those times, you thought i didn’t know about your handsy customers. probably thought it was something you could handle on your own.”

“w-what?”

“but i got rid of them for you. that’s how much i love you. what i’d do protect you. yet here you are, alone, putting yourself

at risk for your asshole of a manger.” jgk tuts disappointedly.

“what do you mean — you got rid of them? h-how?” jmi implores, worry edging into his voice. jgk wouldn’t do anything crazy. he’s not that rash, not that unstable.

jgk smiles, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss

to the swell of jmi’s cheek. jmi’s breath is uneven, shaky exhales escaping.

jgk is closer, nearly chest to chest. it’s like he’s being slowly suffocated, forced to allow jgk to touch him, skin crawling from the metallic smell of blood suddenly choking him.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about that. come on now, it’s you and i. there’s nothing standing in our way. you’re happy aren’t you?”

“jgk,” jmi whines, squeezing his eyes shut in fright as jgk hums and nuzzles into his neck. jmi needs to leave, needs to find out what

jgk has done. he needs to call the police.

“i have to go home now. we — we can talk about this tomorrow, yeah? i’ve just had a long day and —“

jgk shushes him with a large palm over his mouth.

“don’t be silly, baby. daddy’s here now. we’ll go home together. that’ll make you feel better, yeah?”

aaaand thats where i stop tonight. i have no idea where this is going but i’m thinking maybe kidnapping? but lemme know ur thoughts hehe

also this is just a drabble! i will clean it up and make it more detailed if i decide to follow thru on writing it