Jungkook stirred awake, sunlight filtering through his bedroom blinds. He stretched, savoring the quiet moments before the hustle of the day began. It was 9 a.m., his usual waking hour, and the day stretched out before him with comforting predictability.
After a leisurely breakfast at 10, he prepared for his shift at the bar. The hours slipped by, and soon it was time to head out.
Jungkook is one of the best bartenders in Luxe Lounge, an upscale bar that exudes elegance and sophistication, a perfect spot for affluent patrons to unwind, socialize, and enjoy live jazz or soft background music
By 6 p.m., Jungkook was behind the bar, ready for another night of mixing drinks and engaging in light banter with the regulars. His lean, athletic frame moved with grace and confidence, drawing the occasional admiring glance from patrons. With his small waist, plum bottom, and an undeniably captivivating face, Jungkook was a magnet for attention.
Tonight, however, the bar was more crowded than usual. The buzz of excitement was palpable, centering on a group of wealthy elites occupying the VIP section. Among them was Kim Taehyung, a man name known to many, his presence a magnet for curiosity and admiration.
As when he entered the bar, all eyes turned toward him. He moved with an effortless grace, his aura commanding the room. Jungkook was busy behind the counter, but the atmosphere had shifted noticeably.
Taehyung made his way to the corner table, joining his friends with an air of casual elegance. He ordered a whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light as he lifted the glass to his lips.
Minutes later, Min Yoongi, one of Taehyung's friends, signated for more drinks. The waiter took their orders, and as they waited, Taehyung's gaze began to wander. It was then that his eyes landed on Jungkook. The bartender's movement were fluid, his focus entirely on the task at hand. Taehyung's eyes traced the lines of Jungkook's body, lingering on his slim waist and full, inviting curves.
Jungkook felt the intense stare and looked up, his eyes searching the room until they locked with Taehyung's. The connection was immediate, a silent electricity crackling between them. Jungkook's heart raced as he bit his lower lip, a habit when he was deep in concentration, not realizing the effect it had on Taehyung.
Taehyung's gaze darkened, his adam's apple boobling as he swallowed hard. The air between them grew thick with tension, each moment stretching into an eternity. Jungkook's pulse quikened, his body responding to the unspoken attraction radiating from Taehyung.
The spell was broken only when the waiter returned with the drinks. Taehyung's friend called out to him, breaking the intense eye contact. Jungkook shook his head slightly, trying to refocus on the task at hand. Another customer was waiting for their drink, and he needed to pull himself together.
As he mixed the next cocktail, Jungkook couldn't help but steal another glance at Taehyung. Their eyes met again briefly, the promise of something unspoken hangin in the air between them. For the rest of the night, the memory of the heated stare lingered, a tantalizing reminder of the connection they had forged in those fleeting moments.
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𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜?
𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜:
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*Taehyung but switched the cup with a glass of whiskey*
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*Jungkook, it would be much better if the angle shows his divine small waist 💋*
