NewJeans One Shots

Bus Ride (Daerin)

Danielle's POV

My feet ached with fatigue as I reached up for the box of liquor from the shelf here in the backroom. Jonathan my gay coworker saw me offering to take the liquor and saying I should go home because my shift ends 10 minutes ago. I give the boy a tight lipped smile patting his shoulder as I walk by.

I free my hair from it's ponytail, my brown locks fell in waves down my back, I sigh in relief. It had been another long night at work and I'm really, really, really exhausted. I think my head is going to fall off any moment or I could sleep for 3 whole straight days.

Why?

My shift at a bar. I'm not a stripper! I'm a bartender before you assume something else.

As I was saying, I'm really exhausted. A CEO rent the bar I'm working on, so there's so many people, many business man, and they all want a cocktail. So this night, I'm always shaking, and shaking, and shaking every liquor they want.

It's not easy being a bartender, there's someone always trying to hit on you. Tonight I loss count on how many, because I'm too busy making their drinks to care who hit on me. It's not like I'm interested or something.

They can hit on me anytime they want, and I still don't care. They just want to get in my pants.

The stench of sweat and all the liquor radiated from my clothes and skin, making me scrunch up my nose. If I had known 4 years ago that my life would consist of studying till 3Am while simultaneously working at night at this bar, I would have let my parents pay my tuition. Maybe I wouldn't be stuck taking all of the night shifts at the bar.

I'm not complaining though, maybe a little but, It's a job. A decent job. Not an illegal one. And I'm doing it to support myself, to support my tuition, to support my education.

I walk down the hallway toward the
bathroom. I twisted the faucet knob and
splashed my face with cold water. After that I dry my face with a paper towel, I swapped my contacts for a set of nerdy glasses. Hey! Don't judge! If you're studying to become a nurse and you're always reading books your eyes are going to be a little bit used.

I glanced at the mirror one last time, then I left the bathroom and made my way to the front of the bar. It was about maybe 9 or 10 o'clock and the place was not empty so many people were dancing and ordering drinks. There's some couple flirting in the far corner. I sighed at the sight.

Because let's be honest, it felt like sometimes I would be single forever, and that thought made me want to bang my head into a wall while crying. I'm a hopeless romantic person. I love romance novels, the sickeningly sweet, cliché theme never failed to warm my heart. But right at this moment while I'm waiting for my Knight and shining armor to go save me, my life is boring, lame. And I'm missing the important part. Love.

My shoulders slumped at the thought of being single forever. I made my way out the bar and walked down the short distance to the bus stop. I take a seat on the seat provided and wait for the bus.

I usually wait for 5-6 minutes before the bus comes. And right now the bus should be here because my eyes can take it anymore, I can fall asleep here.

Finally!.

The bus came to a stop, I got in and find a seat. There's a few vacant seats actually. The first is beside a big man with big nose and big belly. Nah. There's no space for me in that seat, and I'm sure he smells funny, or beer.

The second vacant seat is beside a mother holding a child in her arms. Nah. I'm not going to sit beside that baby and hear all the crying and everything that the mother said.

The third vacant seat is beside a dude with a clean cut beard, sunglasses on even if it's already night and always rearranging his crotch. No thanks. I'm not going to sit beside him. Definitely a pervert.