Jungkook's POV

It's busy today...

I thought, preparing two drinks for the couple in front of the counter. Usually the club would be busier later in the night, but as soon as I got here at 9pm, it was already full. I spent my morning filming the city of Seoul for a new video and looking for another small job which could pay well. In the end I found nothing, so instead of wandering around wasting time, I decided to hit the gym, waiting until it was my shift at the club.

I'm the bartender here, which meant constantly serving drinks and flirting with customers, as usual. Though today there was one person who caught my eye in particular. His blonde hair fell smoothly on his perfectly shaped face, his dark brown eyes held an intense gaze. His clothes looked stylish yet had a sort of gangster vibe to it. I liked it.

But I didn't look at him for long as I saw the woman, who flirting with me before, come back to lean against the counter. Her red lips saying something which I couldn't hear over the loud music. In the end I just ignored her.

I turned around once more to look at the blonde boy, but he had already gone. I must've been imagining it. Damn alcohol.

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Sometimes I wished I didn't have to work. That I could just be a carefree child again. But if I did that, I'd put more work on Taehyung's shoulders. What a crappy life.

It was only midnight when I decided to leave the club, due to the incident of two grown men drunkly fighting. As I was walking home, I tripped on a loose piece of pavement and dropped my phone. I cursed under my breath and knelt down, moving my hands across the floor in attempt to feel the small object. It was too dark to see and there were hardly any streetlights on the road I was taking.

I felt a small object and grabbed it, only it didn't feel right. It felt too leathery and smooth to be my phone, and it seemed to be connected to something. I moved my fingers up the object until I felt what seemed like a belt buckle. I looked up to see a face staring down at me. He smirked and held up his hand.

"Looking for something?" He said teasingly. It was only then that I noticed that it was the blonde stranger from before who was holding my phone, and that I had just caressed his leg. I quickly stood up and he gave me what I had dropped, not seeming fazed by my actions. He stepped closer to me and stared at my face for a while. "Hey, aren't you that bartender from the club? What's with that bruise?"

He must be referring to the one I got on my face after trying to stop that fight from before. "Yeah, I am. And it's nothing, just some usual drunk idiots."

"I see, well it's sad that your handsome face was ruined like that." He said, smirking. "It's surprising for someone like you to have that kind of job, you could've easily become a model." Somehow we didn't mind the fact that we were isolated in the night, and carried on talking as if we hadn't just met.

"Well I was going to apply as one of the strippers, but I figured it would be too much work for me." I half-joked. "What about you?"

"I don't do much, just enough to survive I guess." I glanced down at the time on my phone, which luckily didn't break from the fall, my eyebrows furrowing in thought. "You need to go?" He guessed.

"Yeah, my roommate's waiting for me. See you around then." I put my hands in my pockets to keep them from freezing and turned my back on the boy. "Oh wait, what's your na-" I turned my head to look at him, but he wasn't there.