Young!Jin Bubaigawara x Reader (Pt. 1)
warning: yelling, drinking, swearing, maybe some blood.
// current writing song: Play With Fire by Nico Santos //
"Ay, tuts, speaking of drinks, lemme get another!" A voice drowned out the rest of the chattering men. A slam of a beer bottle snapped you out of your distant thoughts, the swishing of the drink, gave you the reminder of what the hell you were doing.
You're 16 years old. Working at an illegal bar, surrounded by men; young, old, large, skinny, husky, feminine.. You had 'em all.
"Respect her, shes doing her job and serving people. How 'bout you shut the hell up and serve yourself some manners," A voice cat-called back to the tipsy man. Your eyes snapped to the voice. Connecting it to a boy your age.
He had sloppy blonde hair, which went in every single direction. His pasty pale skin, didnt compliment his slightly dull-grey mixed with cobalt eyes. He looked unhappy. But the lopsided grin on his face seemed to give off a sinister aura. A lit cigarette was hanging slightly out of the side of his mouth. Blonde facial hair spotted on his chin, and above his upper lip.
The boy your age wore a jet-black biker jacket, spikes lightly decorating it. Small jagged spikes plastered on top of his shoulders. It was leather, and man did it fit him well. Around his wrists; we're flooded with wristbands, spiked or not.
"What did you say to me, kid!?" The man jumped from his seat, pointing across the bar at the blonde.
"Get the crack outta your ears and you'd be able to hear me. But i'll say it again. Respect her, shes doing her job serving people. How 'bout you shut the hell up and serve yourself some manners," The blonde cracked a bigger grin, taking the cigarette between his fingers and exhaling the smoke into the air.
The tipsy man sat back softly in his chair.
"Anyways.." The boy looked at you, "Can I have a mixed drink?" His gaze flicked up at you, blowing smoke into the air.
"Also, kid, You see the No Smoking sign!?" The tipsy man yelled from across the bar counter.
"Yes. And does it look like i actually give a shit?" The boy infront of you replied, giving a wicked glare. Then he looked back at you, giving a reassuring look. You smiled back at him, flicking your eyes down his body then back up to his gaze. "Whats your name, doll?" He asked.
"Y/N. Y/N L/N.." You replied
"Jin. Jin Bubaigawara.."