The bar was alive with music, laughter, and the hum of conversations, a welcome escape for the staff of Seoul Memorial Hospital after another grueling week. Dahyun sat at the counter, swirling her drink idly as she watched Sana and Jihyo on the dance floor. Sana, ever the social butterfly, was dragging an unwilling Jihyo into her exuberant moves, earning smiles from the crowd.
Dahyun chuckled at the sight, happy to let loose for a while. That was until a man slid onto the stool beside her.
“Hey,” he said, his eyes locking on Dahyun. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room.”
Dahyun raised an eyebrow. “Congrats. You have eyes.”
He flashes a grin that was too confident for her liking. “Haven’t seen you around here before.”
“I don’t come here often,” Dahyun replied curtly, turning back to her drink.
“Then tonight must be my lucky night,” the man said, leaning closer. “How about you let me buy you another drink?”
“No thanks,” Dahyun said firmly.
He wasn’t deterred. “Come on, don’t be like that. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sitting alone.”
Dahyun sighed, already regretting coming out tonight. “I’m not alone, and I’m not interested.”
“Aw, come on,” he persisted, leaning closer. “Don’t be like that. I’m a good dancer. I could show you a good time.”
Dahyun turned to him, “are you serious right now?”
The man’s smile faded, replaced by irritation. “You don’t have to play hard to get, you know. I’m just being friendly.”
“Well, I don't need one and I said no,” Dahyun repeated, her tone sharper now.
The guy straightened, clearly not ready to give up. “What, is it because you think you’re too good for me?”
Dahyun sighed, standing up and leveling him with a withering glare. “No, it’s because you can’t take a hint. I’m not interested. I’m here with my friends, and I don’t want to dance with you, talk to you, or deal with whatever this is. So, why don’t you take your overconfidence and go bother someone else?”
But instead of backing off, the man reached out, placing a hand on her arm. “Don’t be like that. One drink won’t hurt.”
Before Dahyun could respond, a familiar voice cut through the air.
“Is there a problem here?”
Dahyun looked up to see Yoongi standing behind the man, his arms crossed and his expression calm but steely.
The man scoffed. “Mind your business, buddy.”
“She said no,” Yoongi said, his voice firm. “That makes it my business.”
From the corner of her eye, Dahyun saw Jungkook and Seungtak approaching from different ways, both of them exuding an aura of quiet menace.
“Is there an issue?” Jungkook asked, his voice low and dangerous.
“No issue,” the man said, raising his hands as he finally backed off. “Didn’t realize she came with her bodyguards.”
“She doesn’t need bodyguards,” Seungtak said, his eyes narrowing. “She said no, and that should’ve been enough.”
The man muttered something under his breath and slinked away, clearly outnumbered and outclassed.
Dahyun let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Thanks, guys.”
