In which Uki is a famous k-Idol and Fulgur a bit too obsessed.
⌦ Fictional Story
⌦ genres:
⤳fluff, kpop au
↬ English isn't my first language, so please correct me if there are any big mistakes
↬ this story was published on ao3 first under my nam...
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Changed into his formal attire and standing behind the counter, Fulgur waited for some new customers to enter the bar and for him to serve. This night had been busy already, there were many seats already taken, still Fulgur enjoyed seeing new faces. After all it was Saturday, the perfect day to get wasted.
The little bar always had a nice ambiance to it, especially at night time when it was dark outside and the interior was illuminated by a pleasant soft purple. Even the furniture was beyond stylish. It was really a place one wanted to be at – that was one explanation for why it was so popular.
Feeling a bit hot because of the stiffly air being created by so many people crammed inside the comparatively small bar, the bartender unbuttoned his shirt a bit to release himself for the restraining feeling the tight collar of the shirt gave him. Additionally he also undid the buttons on the end of his sleeves and rolled them up approximately to his elbows.
Hands finding their way into his hair, Fulgur quickly slipped off the hair tie from his wrist and tied the top layers of the gray strands into a small ponytail. His hair would get into his way anyway, it had gotten quite long, especially the parts at the front, so he decided to wear his hair like that during work.
"Much better." The gray haired whispered to himself under his breath as he fixed the black waistcoat to sit properly on his body.
Fulgur looked up again once he heard someone slamming their fist on the wooden counter, the dull tone starling the rather relaxed bartender a tad.
Once again on this night he made eye contact with a certain pair of heterochromatic eyes, a purple and pink basically staring into is soul, somehow it was really scary. This time however it was diffrent – he was way closer, right in front of his face at the opposite site of the counter.
Fulgur froze. Was he dreaming again? Was he making things up? Was he seeing things? Was he really that tired?
Rubbing his eyes for a brief second to make sure he's actually ot dreaming and fully awake current being at work, Fulgur stared at the pretty purple haired who by now had taken a seat on the leathery black bar stool.
"Hey, I'll be right with you, gimme just a sec." The bartender greeted casually as he always did. But oh boy he defined wasn't calm on the inside. How could he even?
Uki was sitting right in front of him.
Uki.
His Idol.
Clearly Fulgur was lying when he said he was busy right then, he wasn't, it was just an excuse to get away from the purple haired for a brief moment to calm his mind. Let's say he failed miserably. Was that even possible when your idol unexpectedly turned up at your workplace?
Not many seconds have passed and he walked back and stood in front of Uki again. The bartender then noticed the idols flushed face and the hooded eye lids as the purple haired was resting his head on his hand – he had a hard time balancing himself. That wasn't how the Idol usually looked.
