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"yah, jaeseok-ah! let's go!"
youngjae looked up from his cell phone as his name was called.
"what do you want?" he replied, scoffing slightly and pulling his sleeves down his hands.
"a little help maybe? aish." the other said, looking at youngjae with a few microphone stands in his arms.
"you seem to be taking care of it just fine." youngjae says, rolling his eyes.
once youngjae had graduated, he started hanging around this one popular karaoke bar just around town. he would stay for a while, have some drinks, sing some songs. the owners would usually pay him for singing nightly, since he brought in many customers who were anxious to hear him sing.
youngjae had a very angelic voice, contrary to his persona as jaeseok. his voice was smooth and melodic, calming of some sort. but when he wasn't on stage, he was the typical jaeseok; cold, sassy, and bad attitude-ed.
but that's what made people like him. his small fanbase of bar-goers loved how he sounded like an angel, but acted like a devil. it was exhilarating.
some nights after performing, youngjae would sit around with people and just drink. in moderation of course, he's not that stupid. plus he can contain his alcohol pretty well. most of the time he got fruity virgin drinks though, just because they tasted good.
tonight was unlike any other night, set up was taking place for karaoke. youngjae watched as the things for set up; microphones, speakers, lights, and so on.
a small bell rang, signaling someone had came into the bar. kind of a strange time for someone to show up, just before karaoke night.
the man walked through the doors, trudging over to the bar; where youngjae was sat. he had an angry look on his face, his jet black eyebrows furrowed as he waited for the bartender to come over.
"a gin and tonic." the man said, once the bartender came to him. he sounded angry too, his voice deep and grumbly.
youngjae just stared at him, a somewhat disgusted look on his face.
"the fuck is your problem?" youngjae says, sipping his drink (a shirley temple).
the man looks over at him, scoffing. "the fuck is your problem, trying to get into my business?" he replies.
youngjae rolls his eyes, "just wanted to know who shoved a cactus up your ass far enough to make you want a gin and tonic. weak."
"says the one drinking goddamn sprite and cherry juice." he snaps back, drinking his own drink aggressively.
the man chuckles, looking over at youngjae. "what, did I make you mad? what are you gonna do, throw cherries at me? ice cubes?" he laughs. "that's cute. you think you're tough."
"i am fucking tough," youngjae says, scoffing. "who the hell do you think you are?"
"jaebum." he says, still grinning. "that's who I am, softie."
"don't call me a damn softie,"
"I bet you have a soft ass name too, don't you? what is it, huh?"
"jaeseok." youngjae says, scoffing and gritting his teeth.
"oh, so you're the little famous singer boy here? how cute. tough boys don't sing, sweetheart." jaebum says, laughing and taking another sip of his drink.
"don't call me sweetheart, you pig." youngjae groans. "you make me want to throw up these cherries."
"sure I do, jaejae," jaebum says, laughing. "but I'm the hottest pig you'll ever meet."
"fuck outta' here," youngjae says, scoffing and setting his drink down. "I don't want to see your ugly ass around here again."
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a/n: [: punkjae is in action ft. prickbum
I hope you enjoyed! please vote / comment, I really appreciate it! thanks, ilysm~ -author em
