Entitled Customer

                                    

                                          
Just a friendly warning: This chapter contains graphic material. Read with caution. 
It felt nice having an extra set of hands, Yoongi thought to himself. He watched from afar as Y/N worked the cash register and packed his baked goods into a nicely decorated box with his own logo and name engraved on it. He crossed his arms over his chest with a content smile on his face. Everything was perfect, the customers were lined up and busy eating his cakes, cookies, and cupcakes. His workers were restocking the front display of sweets and making sure the small sitting area was clean and spotless. Finally, he could relax...
Just then, the door opened and popped in a disgruntled woman in her mid thirties stormed into the shop, clutching one of the boxes used to store the baked goods in. She cut in front of the line and slammed the box onto the counter. Her face was colored red with fury and twisted in annoyance. 
"This is disgusting!" the woman exclaimed, her voice shrill. 
"Look what they sent me!" Inside the box lay a single slice of chocolate cake, its frosting perfectly smooth. But nestled in the corner of the slice was a single strand of black hair. Y/N's brow furrowed in concern as she examined the evidence.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," she said calmly, reaching for a pen. "Can you please show me your order receipt and when you received this?" The woman huffed, "just give me back my money right now!" 
As the woman screamed like a child, Yoongi couldn't help but notice the woman's appearance - designer handbag, expensive shoes, yet her demeanor was anything but refined. He stood in the corner just waiting for the obnoxious woman to ask for the manager. 
"Ma'am, I must see your receipt. Your proof of purchase." Y/N offered a sympathetic smile and tried her best to avoid anymore conflict and shouting. The woman dug into her purse and threw the crumpled paper at Y/N. 
"This cake is disgusting!" she exclaimed, picking up the sweet treat with her bare hands and dropping it on the counter. By now, everyone in the bakery had all eyes on this outrageous entitled woman who was creating a scene. Some people were even recording her on their own phones, amazed by her own audacity. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. She had never encountered such a bizarre complaint before. 
"Ma'am, I apologize for the inconvenience," she began calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. "However, our cakes are made fresh daily using only the finest ingredients. There must be some mistake." The woman scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Mistake? That hair is clearly part of your filthy baking process! I demand a full refund and a personal apology from the chef." 
Y/N felt her heart sink. This customer was not going to be easy to placate. But she refused to let the woman's rudeness get the best of her. Yoongi pushed himself off the wall and calmly walked over to the commotion. 
"Good afternoon ma'am." He replied coolly, his voice dripping with politeness that bordered on sarcasm. "I understand you've found something...unusual in your dessert. Please, do tell me more about this 'hair' you claim is contaminating our product." The woman huffed, clearly taken aback by Yoongi's calm demeanor. 
"It's right there! Don't play dumb with me. I expect a full refund and a written apology from the person responsible for serving this garbage." He raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking to the hair on the cake. "Well, now, that does look rather...inconvenient. But let me ask you this: Have you ever considered the possibility that the 'hair' might belong to you?" The customer's face turned beet red with indignation. "How dare you! I would never—" "And yet, here we are," Yoongi interrupted smoothly.