Only one? [male Chaeyoung x TWICE]

(3) deserve

As Chaeyoung enters his small dorm room, he tosses his bag onto the bed and quickly changes out of his hoodie and jeans, slipping into a shirt and fitted pants he wears for his bartending job. A glance in the mirror confirms he's presentable; his clean-cut look and calm demeanor are key to his success behind the bar.

He grabs his bike keys and heads out, ready for another busy night. At only 18, Chaeyoung knows he's younger than most of the club's staff, but his sharp mind and composed personality have earned him respect, and his striking looks don't hurt, either. The club owner has often joked that Chaeyoung's presence alone brings in extra business.

The club is already buzzing with life when he arrives. Neon lights pulse in time with the heavy bass of the music, and patrons crowd the bar, clamoring for drinks.

Chaeyoung slips behind the counter, greeting his coworkers before diving into his routine. Shakers rattle, bottles clink, and Chaeyoung's hands move with practiced precision as he mixes drinks effortlessly, his expression calm and confident. As he's pouring a cocktail, his eyes wander toward the entrance and freeze.

There, under the flashing lights, is Mina, dressed to impress and surrounded by her usual entourage of equally glamorous friends. Chaeyoung recognizes them from campus; they're notorious for their over-the-top antics and privileged attitudes. But what catches his attention isn't just that Mina is here. It's that she and her friends are underage.

Chaeyoung watches as they confidently strut into the club, slipping fake IDs to the bouncer, who barely gives them a second glance. Mina, as always, exudes an air of entitlement, her head held high as if she owns the place.

"Unbelievable," Chaeyoung mutters under his breath, shaking his head. The night continues, and Mina and her group settle near the bar, laughing and ordering drinks as if they've done this a hundred times before.

Chaeyoung stays professional, ignoring them as much as he can, until Mina steps up to the counter herself, leaning in with a confident smirk. 

"Well, well," she says, her voice loud enough to rise over the music.

 "Look who's here. Didn't think I'd see YOU in a place like this." Chaeyoung keeps his expression neutral.

"I work here. Unlike some people, I have responsibilities." Mina raises an eyebrow, unfazed by the jab. "Cute. Now, how about you be a nice bartender and get me a drink?" Chaeyoung crosses his arms, his calm demeanor slipping just slightly. "How about you show me some ID first?" Mina's smirk falters for a fraction of a second, but she recovers quickly, leaning closer.

"Come on, Chaeyoung. Don't be boring. You're not going to ruin the night, are you?" Mina tries to seduce Chaeyoung to let loose to no avail.

"Rules are rules," Chaeyoung says firmly, meeting her gaze. "I don't serve underage brats." Before Mina can respond, a commotion breaks out near the dance floor. People start shouting, and the crowd parts to reveal one of Mina's friends, clearly intoxicated, teetering dangerously on a table.

"Is she serious?" Chaeyoung mutters as Mina turns toward the scene, her confident facade cracking. The friend loses her balance and crashes into a nearby group, sending drinks and glasses flying. The bouncer rushes over, and the music cuts off abruptly. The entire club turns to watch as chaos unfolds. Mina looks panicked for the first time that night, her goons scrambling to help their friend.

Chaeyoung sighs, already knowing what's about to happen. The bouncer quickly realizes what's going on, and within minutes, Mina and her group are escorted out of the club amidst a storm of protests and excuses. As the music resumes and the club settles back into its rhythm, Chaeyoung shakes his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Unbelievable," he says again, returning to his work. For all her bravado, it seems Mina's night wasn't as glamorous as she'd hoped.

"You're going to pay for this, Son."

As the club begins to empty and the pounding music fades into a low hum, Chaeyoung ties his apron back on and gets to work cleaning up.

The usual chaos of spilled drinks, sticky counters, and scattered napkins keeps his hands busy, but his mind drifts to the earlier commotion with Mina and her friends.

"Serves them right," he mutters under his breath, wiping down the counter.

"Talking to yourself now?" comes a familiar voice, light and teasing.

Chaeyoung looks up to see Dahyun, one of his coworkers, walking over with a bucket of soapy water and a bright smile. She's dressed in the same standard black uniform, but somehow, her energy makes it look anything but dull.

"Just thinking out loud," Chaeyoung replies, straightening up. "You don't have to help, you know. Your shift's over."

Dahyun shrugs, setting the bucket on the counter. "Yeah, but I saw you stuck with cleanup duty, and I figured you could use an extra pair of hands. Plus, I can't let you have all the fun."

Chaeyoung chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Right. Cleaning sticky tables is sooo much fun."

Dahyun grabs a rag and starts wiping down the counter next to him, her movements quick and efficient. As she works, she hums a cheerful tune, completely at ease despite the late hour. Chaeyoung steals a glance at her, and for a moment, he finds himself captivated.

Her round cheeks are dusted with a faint pink from the effort of cleaning, and the way her long hair frames her face only makes her look more endearing. There's a brightness to her that stands out, even in the dim lighting of the club.

"Something on my face?" Dahyun asks suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Chaeyoung blinks, realizing he's been staring. "Uh, no. Sorry. Just zoned out for a second."

Dahyun raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she doesn't press the issue. Instead, she changes the subject. "So, what was up with that group earlier? Looked like drama central."

Chaeyoung sighs, leaning against the counter. "Just some underage college kids trying to act like they own the place. One of them caused a scene, and they all got kicked out."

Dahyun snickers. "Sounds about right. The entitlement is real with some of these people."

"Tell me about it," Chaeyoung mutters, shaking his head.

They work in companionable silence for a while, the rhythm of cleaning oddly calming after the chaos of the night. Every so often, Chaeyoung glances at Dahyun, his chest tightening in a way he doesn't quite understand.

Finally, as they finish wiping down the last table, Dahyun straightens up and stretches, her smile as radiant as ever. "There! All done. See? Teamwork makes the dream work."

Chaeyoung smirks. "Thanks for helping. You didn't have to."

"I know," Dahyun says with a playful wink. "But I couldn't let you suffer alone. Plus, now you owe me."

"Oh? What do I owe you?" Chaeyoung asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmmm," Dahyun pretends to think, tapping her chin. "How about you cover for me next time I'm late? Deal?"

Chaeyoung laughs, shaking his head. "We'll see."

As they head out of the club together, locking up for the night, Chaeyoung finds himself glancing at Dahyun one last time. Her kindness, her energy, and, yes, her undeniable cuteness linger in his mind long after they part ways.

"bye!"

"Goodnight."

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