BTS Imagines

J-Hope ~ Bad

Requested by @seulmi_park

You work at a crappy, run down pub downtown. The whole place stinks, the smell of cheap cigar and alcohol coated the air. Even the small air purifier you bought, which you kept behind the counter, couldn't beat the stench. It was so bad that no woman even dared to enter the room. It was only old perverted men and wasted kids who hangs around. You wanted to quit your job but it was hard to find a new one that could sustain your needs. There was no reassurance that you will be accepted to a new workplace with you barely finishing your second semester of college.

"Y/N!! Where the hell are you?! There's a customer up front!" The fat lady who owned the pub along with her husband nagged at you again. It's all she ever does that's why she became so bloated.

You hated her and her perverted husband who never takes his eyes off you.

"Yes, I'm coming." You replied as placing down your assignment that you need to get an A+ on to maintain your scholarship.

You forced yourself to stand and drag your feet to the front of the store, inhaling the thick, deadly smoke of cigarettes. Everyday you're risking your life by inhaling their cancerous grey fumes.

Everyday was always the same. You force yourself to wake up and face this reality. You take shit from these horrible people because this the only way for a girl like you to get paid.

"Goodafternoon. Welcome to the Den. What will you have?" You recited your routine dialogue as you tie the ugly apron around your waist.

"Do you know Hiro?"

You couldn't answer right away as you blink a couple of times. You pinched your thigh twice and it hurt like shit, which only meant that he was real. A cool person like him came in and he was talking to you.

"Uhh.. Who?" You trailed off. Your mind going in circles as you discover his mesmerizing eyes.

"Hiro." He repeated.

"Ah, Yes." You returned to the real world and glanced around the bar, looking for Hiro. "There. That's Hiro."

"Thanks." The guy said before turning his back to you.

What does a decent guy like him need from a drug addict like Hiro? You wondered by yourself. Half an hour passed by and you were still watching him conversing with Hiro and his group of junkies. He pulled a thick wad of paper bills from the jacket he was wearing and gave it to Hiro.

Your eyes caught a quick exchange of drugs over the table. It was nothing new around the workplace but you didn't expect him to be that kind of guy.

On the way out, he met your eyes but you avoided him. Your inferiority complex always made trouble for you so you avoided interaction with people but, for once in your life, you hoped this person would bother to take interest in you.

You lift your eyes up and found his eyes still on you as his footsteps brought him closer to you. You brought your head back down with a snappy move.

"Hey." He tapped his finger on the wooden counter in front of your gaze. "Your name is.. Y/N?"

Your snap your head back up, "H-how did you know?" You stuttered.

He smiled and pointed at his left chest, "Your nameplate."

"Oh.." You blushed at your stupidity.