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/!\ YOONGI AND HIS TANK TOP
Knowing your bias’s part is coming but then the camera switches to a wide shot instead of a close up is the only type of heartbreak I’ve ever experienced.
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Chapter 2 - Bartender
MASTERLIST
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
AN: Okay so quick little update about whats been going on. For all you GD fans, unexpected bonds was supposed to be released, on Christmas day however, thats didn’t happen, as I didn’t think that it was good enough. So this is a new year and I thought that I’d start it off with something new and fresh. I am writing Bartender in honour of the video released,that every one thinks (knows) is Seung-Hyun singing. (This chapter has been sitting there for quite sometime wanting to be read). So I hope you like this chapter of Bartender 😊.
WARNING DISCLAIMER:
This is just a warning to anyone who is going to be reading this series. This scenario shouldn’t be read by anyone, under the age of 18 purely because it has some really violent scenes, that are not suitable for a younger audience. It also has vulgar language and does have some really depressing scenes. It has distressing descriptions and some do have trigger warnings. If you are triggered by violence, depression, death, rape (it doesn’t have any but just incase you are), vulgarity and just things that are dark and disturbing kindly DO NOT read this series.
WORD COUNT: 1767
You awoke by alarm near you as it started to shriek; you rolled around for a few seconds becoming more aware of your surroundings.
After a few minutes of tossing and turning you painfully opened your eyes, while groaning in discomfort. Stirring yourself up involuntarily, you brushed your teeth and went to the kitchen weary. With sleep still blocking your system, you were surprised at the fact that you, somehow managed to cook and plate the dish.
Bringing the breakfast up you place it on the table, next to the bed, you sat on the bed and tried to wake him with no result. While getting up to leave suddenly he grabs your arm and flips you over, so you are underneath him as he covers your mouth and points a gun to your head, you hear it click as you close your eyes in fear.
“Don’t fuck around who the fuck are you.”
You were confused as to why he was carrying a gun but quickly thought, that it was for self-defence. The both of you lock eyes for a number of seconds and realization hit him. You felt his hand lifting off your face.
He lets go of your mouth, and observes your face for a moment, realizing that you were the pretty bartender he sighed in relief.
“Where am I?”
He said in a cold tone as he held his head and sitting up; knowing it was safe to do so.
“In my house.”
You handed him the beverage, that you would make him feel better. You’d always made it when one of your friends had a hangover.
“You might have poisoned that.“
He said nonchalantly.
You chuckled at his comment. This made him look up at you with seriousness. Thinking he was joking, was a mistake, quickly realizing that he was serious, you straightened up and tried to convince him you weren’t going to kill him.
“Well no-”
You stuttered making him raise an eyebrow.
“Why would I?”
"I haven’t poisoned it I promise, why would I want to kill you?”
Not replying he looked at you.
The cup.
Then up at your face again.
“Fine.”
You placed the cup to your lips and drank some of it.
“If I have poisoned it then we will die together, sound fair?”
He didn’t understand why you were being so generous, but knew it was fine to trust you, and snatched the cup away from your hand.
“Whatever.”
The drink soothed him. You got up and walked towards the door and turned around and made eye contact with him.
“Before you eat breakfast and leave, Seungri called last night and told me to tell you when you wake up that, Ji-Yong wants to see you.”
“Thank you.”
He voiced the ice coldness never left his voice.
He thought you were attractive, and he couldn’t lie, fucking you had crossed his mind, now, however, he wanted to stay clear of that.
He signed in relief that you were gone, and took the opportunity to stuff his face; he was hungry. His eyes shot open in surprise, your food was good, and good was an understatement it was incredible. He let the soup of the ramen slide down his throat, as he slurped a big chunk of the noodles into his mouth just as you came in.
You just wanted to give him back his jacket and phone.
Looking up at the door he saw how you were amused by his fat face, right now he probably looked like a child. You were trying to hold back laughter after seeing his face, he could tell, and couldn’t blame you. A red hue quickly covered his cheeks slightly, he was a little ashamed.
Shit, what was he doing this morning?
Why was he making a fool out of himself?
“I will be downstairs if you need anything else. If you want to freshen up there is a bathroom next to your room.”
Nodding he stopped eating but still had the full cheeks. He swallowed it and finished up soon. He washed his face and saw how shit he looked, and he acted like it too.
How the fuck did you not say anything after he was so rude?
Why were you so nice?
Trying not to let you take over his mind he left to his room and got ready.
He got the tray and came downstairs as he left it on the counter. He was going to clean it but you interjected.
“It’s fine, you need to go there is someone waiting for you.”
Walking towards the door he looked at you, but only for a short while, and his eyes betrayed him. You were sitting down and he looked at your ass. He looked away before your eyes could connect with his, and pretended like he was staring at the handle the whole time; he hoped you didn’t catch on.
“Thank you for what you did.”
They were the last words he spoke before he closed the door.
“It’s okay.”
You said but your words came out too late, as he’d already left.
You began your day as you carried on reading the newspaper and sipping coffee.
“Shit!”
Seunghyun cursed at himself as he walked and held his head a little low.
You couldn’t even respect her in that way, could you? Looking at her ass even after she helped you out. Seunghyun you’re an idiot.
But he wondered why you were so kind, you helped a stranger he wasn’t even polite to you, but you still did what you did without feeling bad. He didn’t even thank you properly, but how could he, he felt weird saying those words, but he didn’t want to be an asshole and show you no decency. He still liked to portray his gratitude just not in the nicest way. He wanted to make it up to you, but he didn’t know how.
The truth was, he liked you and admired you from afar. He was fearful you’d turn out like the ones that betrayed him; if he did trust you. He wanted to talk to you more than just, hello and bye and today was the chance but he ruined it.
Seung-hyun didn’t know what to do, most of the time he just fucked, but he didn’t want that with you. He wanted a romantic relationship but the thing was he was scared because he didn’t have very many of those and they didn’t turn out successful either. Clearly which was why he was evaluating the situation while he was walking to headquarters. Shrugging he just wanted time to heal and let you guys be together somehow. He wasn’t going to let this get under his skin however, he couldn’t fall soft. Maybe you were working with one of his enemies, and you just needed to seduce him in order to get information. Yes, that was it he couldn’t let you win. He had to be cold to you and avoid, any interactions like that he had to make sure that he controlled his drinking in the bar.
Turning the corner, he was at work and met Seungri with a wide grin spread in his face, like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
“Did you get laid by her?”
His heart was thumping out of his chest. How did Seungri know he was with a woman last night not sexually but just with a woman. It’d not been that long. Despite him freaking out on the inside he just looked at the man with a straight face.
“What?”
He asked rather rudely to the younger man.
“Hyung don’t play, you do know who I’m referring to.”
That stupid childish grin was never off his face this made Seung-hyun want to rip Seungri’s teeth out.
“Who are you talking about?”
At this point, he didn’t even know why he was playing stupid both of them knew who Seungri was referring to.
“You know the one that picked up the phone yesterday her voice was really sweet, she seems really kind.”
That was it, Seung-hyun gave up the silly argument.
“Oh, she is just a friend, she’s nice and all but I don’t know her that well.”
Why was he getting so defensive?
“A friend that just takes you to her house-“
Seung-hyun stepped closer to Seungri, he was playing but he didn’t want him to call you another one of his many women that he slept around with. Seungri stepped back in defence.
“Seungri watch your mouth she’s not that type of woman she’s sincere. She is a nice person, I was drunk and vulnerable, she only let me stay over with her until the morning that’s all that happened.”
He said in a calm and collected tone that was still demanding. He was defending you.
“I didn’t mean it like that hyung. I was just playing around. I am going to say this though. I think you should try to get her to be your girl, she gives me a good feeling, she’ll be perfect for you.”
This was what the maknae was known for, being annoying, why was Seung-hyun acting so odd.
“Seungri you need to shut it I am already tired and annoyed don’t make it worse.”
He was about to just push past and make his way up when he heard.
“Well it’s not my fault you didn’t ask for morning sex it helps you be more energized.”
That did it, he lunged forward but the younger man was too quick.
“You little brat.”
Seungri ran inside as Seung-hyun chased him, he bumped into Daesung who stopped his hyung from killing Seungri. Seungri took this opportunity to hide, but he was still visible.
“Hyung relax what happened?”
Staying collected he decided it would be better not to blow the small situation out of proportion.
“Nothing.”
He straightened himself up as he glared at Seungri, before going to his office and locking himself inside. There was a lot of work he had to do, he didn’t really want you to affect him. Seung-hyun was part of a gang, he didn’t have the strength for romance. He needed to be alert at all times, he was at work now and he couldn’t get distracted.
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He was kind. He was awesome. He was someone I could cuddle up to after a long day. Holding me close, in between his arms, pulling my pig tails ever so slightly making sure I don’t hurt my neck. He would make me my favourite hot chocolate and tell a silly, old dad joke that my seven year old self would not fully understand but laugh anyway. He was a person I was proud to call ‘appa’.
Then the sudden switch. I still remember it like it was yesterday. 23 November 1:07. That was when my little sister, Lee Minha put her place on earth and felt the cold air and blinding lights from the hospital, of course she cried like any other baby but at that moment I felt like she was saying 'take me back’ which I don’t blame her for. That day was also the day I had to say bye to my mother as well. My mother was small in size and very weak, so when she was giving birth to Minha, her body gave in. She had a smile on her face though, I think she was happy at the fact that Minha got to live but if she saw how we were living now she would have second thoughts.
Stress overtook my dad, I mean, if I has to look after a new born baby without my partner I would also feel very pressured. Additionally, his income cannot support the whole family, we had to ask for help a lot, the stress influenced his drinking habits. He wasn’t happy, he missed her, we all did. It was a regular thing now, go work come home late drunk, finds something to complain about, goes to his room, lays on his bed and ends up dozing of. Wakes up the next morning with a headache, complains, washes up, what does he do? you guessed it, complains and then finally leaves for work.
When I have school, my grandmother comes to look after Minha, I don’t think I could live without her to be honest. With her, I feel like I actually have a mum. When my grandpa passed away, it was hard for my grandma, but mostly my mother. My grandpa was a very special person to my mum. He was a kinda dad that even princess would desire for, his sense of humour could have you laughing for days, even I would look up and catch my dad smiling sometimes. Everyone loved grandad. We were more shocked then sad; nobody wanted to believe he was actually gone.
My mother cried for days, weeks even. She stopped eating and become very thin. This was the time Minha was due. We lost two people we loved that year. I guess dad couldn’t take it and let alcohol take control. That’s one of the reasons why Minha is very important to me, I don’t want her growing up and thinking she was the reason why mother died, even though dad may despise her for it, I will protect her. I wanted to work harder, become stronger, study so I can help grandma and Minha, in the future I want to move to America with them and keep them under my wings forever. Run far away from dad, from school where I pretend to be happy and someone i’m not, move away from this pathetic country called Korea. They deserve the world and I was going to give it to them.
“Yah! Why haven ’t you put Minha to bed yet? huh?” “She’s not a toy you brat!” My grandma said while mocking my dad. Me, playing along, replied “ ishhh can’t anyone do anything properly in this house?” while over exaggerating the way he walks towards his room. Grandma laughed at my stupid acting, even though it wasn’t that funny, you could tell she was desperate to change the mood. That’s what I love about grandma, we’re not happy, yet she still tries to make our days better. Grandmas are the best.
“Yoomi, you’ll be late for school hurry hurry!” “Can’t I just stay home and watch kdramas with you and play with Minha?” “Yoomi…” She gave me one of her looks, these looks had my legs running up the stairs and ready for school in an instant; because there is no one to impress apart from the mirrors at school, i don’t even brush my hair, I rushed downstairs to grab a piece of bread and hug grandma tightly while she gave me my lunch and a soft peck on the cheek. I was out the door with the sound of my little sister laughing and grandma shouting goodbye. Sigh, school, time to put the mask on.
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Chapter 1 - Bartender
Chapter 1
MASTERLIST.
AN: Ahhhhhhh! It’s Mr Choi Seung Hyuns birthday! ( Happy Birthday 😉💜) I wanted, this scenario to be special after what happened so. I uploaded it on his birthday. Last month was a tester and it didn’t really work out. Hence, I am going to just upload when I can. Also, the ending of last month was not great, and I’m sorry to disappoint anyone. Okay, so I loved writing this story (not that I don’t with every story), even though it’s the first Choi Seung Hyun story to be released it’s not the first one that I have written. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it, as usual 😊.
WARNING DISCLAIMER: This is just a warning to anyone who is going to be reading this series. This scenario shouldn’t be read by anyone, under the age of 18 purely because it has some really violent scenes, that are not suitable for a younger audience. It also has vulgar language and does have some really depressing scenes. It has distressing descriptions and some do have trigger warnings. If you are triggered by violence, depression, death, rape (it doesn’t have any but just incase you are), vulgarity and just things that are dark and disturbing kindly DO NOT read this series.
WORD COUNT: 1740
The rain was heavy and bashed against the windows of the lodge; it affiliated perfectly with the mood perfectly.
You saw him entering your bar once again to drink his heart out.
He always wore the same black coat when he visited you, you noted also how his sharp features, were always in the same position holding a poise that only a model could pull off. His slick gelled hair was always done up and he looked so good even after the alcohol had hit him.
It was normal for him to drink a lot; he was a regular customer. He would visit you, every two days to be more accurate.
You’d gotten used to seeing his exhausted face. How it had been drained from any happiness. His eyes still had a small glimmer of hope, but it faded every time you saw him. You’d gotten used to how his eyes displayed only pain, and he just looked beaten-down by life and isolated. The only emotion his face ever displayed, if that’s what you could call it, was a cold look. It was always present. Part of you felt sorry for him and that part wanted to reach out and help; the other part told you that he probably didn’t want any help. His lip would always arch into a smile towards you, but you could see through people easily, everyone had their demons. You didn’t know what would make him feel better so you just sat there and observed his depression daily. You knew his feeling of being secluded well, and because of this always tried to be as polite to him as possible.
He was thankful for that, but he also didn’t know how to reach out to anyone. He always thought of himself as a loner, someone that was unapproachable. It was something he was proud of, he was glad that he was distant it saved trouble and unnecessary drama. You somehow had a way of looking past that. Maybe that was just him being poetic, or maybe it was your job, as a bartender you had to be nice to people.
Thank God that no one could what he was thinking or people would think he was a psychopath.
The both of you often exchanged a quick look as he spoke to you about his order. You’d get started on it as the last words left his mouth.
He wasn’t like other regulars, they would just go sit down and not really care, and they were very impatient and quite often rude. Then there was him, he was the opposite. He was courteous and thanked you each time for his order. Occasionally you’d feel his hand graze yours and he’d apologise for that.
He never drank as much as he did today, it worried you slightly, and usually, he would drink two bottles of Soju and two glasses of other drinks. He’d be fine, and he’d leave, he was a heavy drinker and could manage his liquor well. Today along with his regular Soju order, he had two beers, five shots of vodka, half a glass of whiskey and finally one whole bottle of red wine, concerned for his health you made up your mind, no more liquor for him. He seemed to cling on for some reason, the bar was desolate and it was time for her to close.
“One more beer please.”
Slurring his words he looked down as he spoke to you and you began cleaning up.
“No, I think you’ve had enough sir.”
You had no intention of letting him have any more it was too dangerous.
He slams down his hand weakly because of the alcohol that controlled him. You noted how he’d taken off his jacket and how beads of sweat aligned on his neck and forehead, this was enough proof to refuse him another drop of alcohol.
“I SAID ANOTHER BEER!”
He shouted as he looked at her, she wasn’t the slightest bit scared.
“Please, you come here every day this is scaring me now, almost ten bottles? I think that’s more than enough.”
Trying to reason with him you looked him dead in the eyes with a hint of exhaustion, while giving him that very rapid speech.
“Who are you to decide may I ask?”
He was a complete mess but that didn’t excuse him, you answered him back with full attitude and boldness.
“The owner of this bar.”
You retorted firmly, it was like your words were made of stone. You were just getting tired of this nonsense bickering and no longer cared for this conversation.
“You best-”
He was fuming and tried to stand up, but falls due to his heavy head filled with alcohol. This amused you; you bent down and saw him breathing softly.
“JUN!”
You shouted out to your associate. You were about to kick him onto the streets, but something stopped you from doing so, you wanted to make sure he got home safely.
“Yes?”
Jun said somewhat out of breath as he ran down from the other end of the bar as quickly as possible; thinking you were in danger. You didn’t know what to do, there was one idea but it was risky, but for some reason, you wanted to take that risk tonight. He was venerable. Yes, he had gotten himself into this because he chose to drink this much but you decided to be kind and let him off.
“Please take him to the guest room in my house, he’s had too much to drink.”
You handed the younger male your spare keys.
“Sure boss.”
The younger hefty man bowed as he took the older mans arm and put it over his shoulder, giving him support and walked out with the blacked out body. Shaking your head in disbelief, you began to alter the bar back to the way it used to look before all the customers came. Clearing up his table, which also happened to be the last, you noticed that he left his phone along with his jacket. Taking the last glass and placing it on the counter you took his coat and placed his phone inside it. You got in your car and when a loud buzzing interrupted you. You were just about to twist the key and start the brassy engine. It was his phone; you picked it up with much hesitation.
“Hello?”
“Who is this? Where is hyung?”
A worried voice spoke.
“Ah sorry but your Hyung decided to drink a little too much and he’s at my house.”
“Ah well, who are you?”
He said trying his best not to sound rude.
“I’m the owner of a local bar your hyung visits regularly.”
“Oh. Anyways when hyung wakes up can you tell him to come over because Ji-Yong wants to see him from Seungri.”
“Sure have a good night.”
Seungri: You too and you don’t need to wake him up for this message just tell him this when he wakes up.
As he cut the phone, a small smirk arose on Seungris’ face. He didn’t know why he had a really good feeling about the woman he had just spoken to. It felt like something good was going to happen because of her, he sounded foolish but that’s what it felt like. He felt strangely satisfied with Seung-hyun going to her house; he felt that she would only cause him good.
Reaching your house you see the young man he smiles at you and you smile back, you approach him and he hands you the keys.
“He’s sleeping in the guest room. I’ve made sure all the locks are locked and the windows are closed.”
“Thank you Jun, I don’t know what I’d do without your help, have a good night.”
“I don’t do that much, you make me sound like a hero, and one more thing please don’t hesitate to hit him with anything if he threatens you.”
“He won’t do that, he’s pretty knocked out I bet from all the alcohol. But if it makes you feel better I’ll lock the door.”
“That’s good and it’s better to stay safe, see you tomorrow.”
He got on his motorcycle.
“Be safe officer Jun.”
Smirking he corrects you.
“Officer in training.”
Quickly he bows and smiles before he takes his leave as he drove off. You watch him go into the darkness getting closer to his house, which was in the centre of Seoul.
You lock yourself inside the house realizing it was only you out in the pitch black. You went upstairs to his room to check he wasn’t awake or hurt from the way he fell, his unconscious body as he breaths in and out, unaware of your presence. You made your way over to him and scanned his face making sure nothing had happened to him. You also checked both his hands to see if there were any cuts but none could be found and you sighed making your way to the door. Leaving him to his sleep you left for your room, not wanting to disrupt him anymore. You turn off the light in the corridor as you went to your room and shut it; locking it as you had promised to Jun.
You took a quick hot shower before snuggling into bed. You thought about him as you lay there.
He was a stranger why did you help him today?
This was something you didn’t understand until you gave it thought.
Yes he is a stranger, and yes nobody else would’ve done this, but strangely you felt sympathy for him. Something happened today, something he doesn’t want to share with anyone. He was used to drinking his emotions from what you could tell. That’s why you wanted to help him in any way you could. You knew what it felt like to think you have no one. It felt cold and solitary, something you prayed no one would face it, because it could lead you down the wrong paths.
You were beginning to lose consciousness; your eyes began to gently close as you began to end off your argument. He was a stranger but he needed help and you wanted to help him, because he was so vulnerable and could’ve gotten hurt. Kindness could help a person from a horrible fate and you knew it. You helped him because you did and that’s all you really cared about.
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