Little Shit Territory
Continued from here for @mphaoyu because we love some anger
It's his place of work, which he takes pride in, so he tries his fucking hardest not to let his smile waver when the man at his bar keeps talking. It's not that Areum doesn't get flirted with, shit he gets flirted with quite often especially when serving the drunk masses but this wasn't flirting like that. There wasn't a drunk undertone from someone who just looking at face value finds him hot, no this was something else. It was tinged with something... something Areum couldn't pinpoint but it wasn't the normal lust feeling that comes off someone with flirtation.
And the way Haoyu words it makes it all the more worse. There's no way in hell for him to know anything about Areum's past and how that way of wording things about someone bringing Areum to him could affect the ex con's brain. That doesn't stop the blood from literally boiling in his skin as his smile borders on unsettling again as he refills the soda. "Ah you're right. How could I have mistaken it for anything else other than drinking soda at my bar to stare at my chest? My fault, g." To someone that didn't know him, his tone bordered on still being playful, really because he refuses to possibly get fired. But if you are aware of his normal tone, it was obvious he wasn't fucking with it. Though, that doesn't seem to bother this one. Areum leans over the bar, shirt struggling to keep buttoned as he speaks in a low voice for only Haoyu to hear. "There'd be no amount of reward that could encourage anyone to go through me and my man to get to me. Even then, you wouldn't have a chance with me in any way that you'd like." It' not that Haoyu wasn't attractive, to anyone that much was easy, but Areum has been so head over heels with Bes for so long that even when he was gone all those years the only people he fucked? He imagined was Bes. Even if Bes was gone, Areum wouldn't even think about being with anyone else. So this fact just adds on to the fire brewing under his skin because of this guy. But he sits up straight and pops the little bar towel over his shoulder so he can make another drink for someone yelling their order across the bar.