jennie x bts one-shots

JENKOOK, the hot bartender.

"Hey, hottie," Jungkook was surprised when the bartender of the club he and his hyungs had gone to approached him. She sat on the stool and smirked at him, dark brown hair falling over her eyes.

She was really pretty.

"Why aren't you dancing or drinking?"

"I don't drink," he answered plainly, staring back into her eyes. With smokey eyeshadow, high cheekbones, deep red lips, she was definitely a sight.

Oh, she was stunning.

"Why not?" she drawled, pouring herself a shot.

"I'll give you one, on the house."

"No," he replied plainly.

"Awh," she pouted, which Jungkook felt didn't go with such a bold look, "A lad like you is too young to not have fun."

He raised his eyebrow, "Rich coming from you. You don't look any older than me."

She laughed, "Why, thank you! But, alas, I am indeed older than you."

"How would you even know that?" he murmured.

The bartender scoffed, flicking her hair, "Please, you look like you turned 18 just yesterday."

He reddened because, she was, in fact, embarassingly right.

"You're unfortunately right."

She laughed, "What's your name? I can't keep calling you hottie."

I totally wouldn't mind if you did, the flirt inside him would have said. But in real life, Jungkook had no such guts. So he just averted his eyes and muttered, "Jungkook."

"That sounds hot," she commented.

A name can be hot?

He still didn't say it out loud.

"So..." she trailed off, "Aren't you going to ask for my name, hottie?"

"I thought you said you wanted my name so that you can stop calling me hottie."

He could hear the smirk in her voice, "I only say what I see, hottie."

Jungkook sighed, ignoring how his cheeks warmed at the compliment, "What do you want?"

"I don't know," the bartender pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Maybe..."

She twirled her hair and looked at him from beneath her thick lashes. His heartbeat started quickening involuntarily.

"Maybe a date? Up for it, hottie?"

He hesitated, then still proceeded to reject her, "No."

She frowned, "You wound me. Why not?"

"Because I don't know what you're up to. Nor do I know your name or age or anything about you."

The brunette sighed impatiently, "That's the point of a date, hottie. And I'm not up to anything malicious, I just need some attention from you."

"Smooth," he commented dryly.

Oh, if only his stupid heart stopped getting so excited.

She grinned, unfazed, "I know."

"If I tell you something about me, is the date on?"

Jungkook actually considered it this time, "We will see."

She smiled, not smirked, and she lookrd even prettier, "Great! I am Jennie, I am twenty years old. I usually work evening shifts here and my eyes are only set on you."