nct imagines

jaemin - underground fight

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the crowd was lively as the arena was filled with people fighting each other. people cheered or booed while others bet their money on the fighters in the pit.

"here you go," you spoke as you put a martini glass on the counter in front of one of the patrons. you poured their drink from the mixer into the glass and put an olive as a garnish. "enjoy."

"hey, can i get a beer?" another customer asked from a few seats away.

"draft?" you asked.

"yea, gimme your best one," he requested.

"you got it," you replied to him. you grabbed a beer glass and filled it up with a beer. then, you placed the glass in front of the customer who ordered it. the customer was staring at the counter, and you noticed a cut on his forehead. "rough night in the ring?" you asked him.

he half-heartedly chuckled and looked up at you, "just a bit."

you reached underneath the bar and grabbed a band-aid from a shelf. you put the band-aid on the bar and slid it to him, "take it."

"oh, thanks," he said and picked up the band-aid.

"hey! can we get some drinks over here?" a customer yelled.

"you take care of yourself," you said to the guy in front of you.

he nodded. "you too," he replied, probably because people often break out into fights outside of the arena.

you continued making drinks for customers as the night went on. you served some drinks to some patrons watching the fights, making sure to not get too close to the arena so you wouldn't get pulled in by accident.

once the busy night ended and most of the people left, you started cleaning up the bar and making sure you had everything you needed for the next day.

"hey baby, how about you and me get out of here?" you heard a patron say to you.

"you can ask that to someone else," you responded to him.

"you're my type, how about you make my night even better?" the guy continued on. you rolled your eyes while cleaning some dirty glasses. "come on, let's go somewhere else," the guy kept trying to play with you.

you grabbed a pitcher of water and turned around. you swung the pitcher and spilled water all over the guy before placing the pitcher down on the shelf underneath the countertop. "how about you get out of here?"

"you bitch!" the drunk dude tried to climb over the bar, causing you to take a step back, but you noticed the guy you gave a band-aid to from earlier grab him and throw him to the ground.

"don't mess with her," the guy said to the drunk man. the drunk guy stood up and stumbled away from the bar, mumbling slurs of curses. the guy brushed his hand through his hair and looked at you. you saw the band-aid on his forehead. "you good?" he asked.

you nodded, "yea."

"i don't get how you work here with all of those assholes coming through every night," he said and sat down at the bar again.

"and i don't get how a pretty boy like you would be in those fights," you replied back to him and resumed cleaning. you put a glass on the bar and leaned in, "it'd be a shame for someone as cute as you to get your face roughed up."

he shrugged his shoulders, "throwing a few punches builds character," he said with a slight chuckle.

"and getting kicked around gets you what? a band-aid?" you asked and cleaned the counter.

"well, i got to talk to you, and i did get a band-aid," he pointed to his forehead.

you put a small smile on, "will i see you tomorrow?" you asked him.

"yea. have another band-aid prepared for me, will ya?" he asked.

"you got it," you said and stopped cleaning. you leaned in and kissed his cheek, "see you tomorrow."

he slyly grinned, "see you tomorrow."