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The bar is dimly lit, with a warm, inviting glow. The sound of jazz music mingles with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. It's a busy nght, and the bar is filled with a mix of regular patrons and new faces. Taehyung, a young bartender with a kind but weary expression, is wiping down the counter, moving with practiced ease.
TAEHYUNG: (muttering to himself) Another long night...
He glances around the room, his eyes catching on a group of rowdy customers in the corner. He sighs, knowing trouble is brewing. As he turns back to the counter, the door swings open, and a cold breeze sweeps in.
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Jungkook, a sharply dressed man with an aura of authority, steps inside. He pauses, scanning the room with a calculating gaze before heading to a secluded corner table. He sits down, his eyes lingering on Taehyung for a moment before he signals for a drink.
Jungkook's presence is magnetic; people notice him, but they also instinctively keep their distance.
Taehyung approaches, setting a glass of whiskey on Jungkook's table.
TAEHYUNG: (politely) Anything else I can get for you?
JUNGKOOK: (smiling slightly) No, this will do.
Taehyung nods and returns to the bar. As he does, a DRUNK MAN stumbles up to the counter, leaning in too close for comfort.
DRUNK MAN: (slurring aggressively) Hey, pretty boy! Another drink, now! And make it a double!
Taehyung tenses visibly but maintains a calm exterior. He sets down the glass he was cleaning and turns to face the drunk man.
TAEHYUNG: (calmly, but with a slight tremor in his voice) I'm sorry, sir, but I think you've had enough for tonight. How about some water instead?
The drunk man's face contorts with anger, his bloodshot eyes narrowing dangerously. In a sudden burst of movement, he lunges forward, grabbing Taehyung's collar and yanking him halfway across the bar.
DRUNK MAN: (shouting, spittle flying) Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me when I've had enough? You little shit!
Taehyung's eyes widen in fear, his hands instinctively coming up to try and loosen the man's grip. The other patrons watch in stunned silence, some edging away from the confrontation.
