Seventeen One-Shots

Last Call: Jeonghan x Reader

It was one of those sticky Friday nights in Seoul, when the city's flashes of neon lighting meld with the heartbeat of its humanity. At one corner of 7th and Maple stood a small bar, all but swallowed up in the ruckus of the surrounding city. It went by the name of "The Clover." Well-known for its cozy atmosphere, great cocktails, and perhaps the most tantalizingly best bartender you could ever set your eyes upon.

Bartender Yoon Jeonghan was known to make any easy night memorable. His charisma was quite infectious, and a bright smile brightened the gloomiest days. Tonight, however, the crowd was considerably thin, and soothing jazz hummed in the background, feeling rather like a gentle blanket cloaked around the room.

You had been coming here for months now, usually after a long week of work. It was your little escape, a place where you could relax and forget the world outside. Jeonghan, with his effortless charm and playful manner, had fast become the highlight of your visits. He always seems to know exactly what you'd need—sometimes a drink, sometimes a kind word, and sometimes just a listening ear.

You had decided to treat yourself tonight to a cocktail a little more adventurous than usual. As you slid into your favourite stool at the bar, Jeonghan's gaze met yours from behind the counter, and a knowing smirk played on his lips.

"Long time no see, my favourite customer," he said, inclined on the bar with an attitude of cool confidence. "What do I get for you tonight? Something wild and unforgettable, perhaps?"You chuckled, shaking your head. "You know me too well. I'm in the mood for something new tonight. Surprise me."

Jeonghan's eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached for a shaker. "Alright, brace yourself. This might just be the best choice you would have made all week."

You watched his moves; graceful and confident, fluid and precise. The dim light warmed up all his features and seemed to wash him into something unreal. His hands moved skillfully, mixing ingredients, creating something smelling tantalizing instead of sweet and a little bit spicy.

"So, tell me," he said as he poured the concoction into a glass, "what's the occasion? You seem to be in a particularly adventurous mood tonight."

You shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips. "Just felt like shaking things up a bit. It's been one of those weeks."

He slid a glass towards you as Jeonghan nodded sympathetically. "I get it, you know? Sometimes you just need a change of pace. This should do the trick." And he gestured at whatever colorful concoction was front and centre. "It's called an Eclipse. A little bit sweet, a little bit sour, with that mystery."

You took a sip, savoring the complex flavors that danced on your tongue. "Wow, Jeonghan. This is really awesome. You really outdid yourself."

His smile broadened. "Glad you like it. I aim to please."

The two of you locked eyes, and for a moment, everything except the two of you outside of the bar just melted away. The gaze he held you with, through those sharp, knowing eyes, made your heart miss a beat. Cocktails weren't the only special thing about The Clover: it was Jeonghan himself.