ｌｏｗｌｉｆｅ「𝒿𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒷𝓊𝓂」

chapter one

A/N: In advance, I sincerely apologize if I misuse Chinese honorifics. Viewers, I allow you to correct me in the comments and I will be sure to correct my error. Thank you and please enjoy.

If Wang Jackson, the son of a multi-millionaire, had a penny for each person he dated, he would be a billionaire instead. He didn't care what gender the person was, he just met them, dated them, had sex with them and then break up with them. That was his usual cycle. Jackson never really developed feelings for any of the people he dated. They were just there to satisfy his sexual desire.

He wanted to know how it felt to be truly in love with someone. He didn't care which gender, female or male, he just wanted someone to hold or for someone to hold him. The longest he was in a relationship was for a week or so, then broke it off at the end because the person he was dating kept doing boring sex, so Jackson got bored of it. Sure, he wanted different sex but he wasn't interested in BDSM. There was no reason behind it, he just thought it was... odd. 

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Jackson slid his gray blazer on and looked into the mirror, adjusting his tie and buttoning the only button on his blazer. He glanced at his watch; 10:43 p.m. He had just arrived from a fence meeting for the Olympics and was going to head out to a club. His father didn't really mind, since he was always out most of the time and barely ever home. Jackson's mother, Zhou, also was never home since she had her own job as a gymnast. If she wasn't doing that, she was at home and reading magazines or relaxing in some way. She never really cared about where Jackson went, as long as he came back in one piece.

"Jinjing-bì, go tell the chauffeur to start the car. I will be heading out soon," Jackson demanded to his maid, Lee Jinjing, as she nodded and began leaving his room. Another one of his maids walked up to Jackson and began fixing his tie, as well as his dress-shirt collar. She was about to reach her hands up to fix his hair but looked at Jackson, the look on her face asking for permission. Jackson nodded slightly as the maid began fixing his hair and re-positioning the dark brown strands. 

A few seconds passed before the maid finished fixing his hair and opened his door for him, holding it open as he walked out. He walked down the stairs and into the main halls of the mansion, seeing his mother speaking to one of the main butlers, Yang Aiguo, in the living room. Jackson was surprised to see her now, since she was supposed to be doing her international interviews in Thailand or something. 

Jackson knew how she was gonna act if she saw him; speak to him forever and by the time she's done, the good people from the club would have already been taken. So, being the witty person Jackson was, he stood behind the wall and waited for the butler to be done speaking, so that he could take a hint that he and his mother were gone.

After at least 3-5 minutes, they finished speaking and Aiguo was bringing Zhou to her room. As they left, Jackson skillfully escaped their sight and out the door, going to the front to see his chauffeur, Honghui, waiting in the car for him. Jackson hopped in the backseat and shut the door quietly yet quickly. Soon enough, they were on the way to the club Jackson had told Honghui to go to. 

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Jackson got out of the car and turned to Honghui. "I'll call you tomorrow to pick me up. If it doesn't go well tonight, I'll call you." He explained as the chauffeur nodded, beginning to drive off as Jackson shut the door. He accelerated towards the front door of the club and went up to the security, showing him a card that allowed guests to enter without having to pay. The security nodded and Jackson made his way inside of the building, flashing lights blinding his vision and booming music so loud to make him deaf, but he soon settled down to it.

Once someone spotted Jackson, they nudged their friend as if telling them to make way for him. That person's friend told their friend to make way, and before he knew it, people were parting themselves like Moses and the parting of the sea, but only with a crowd of people. The club went silent as the music was turned down many notches. 

Jackson sat down at the bar and ordered a classic martini, looking up at the bartender to hand him his card. The people in the club went back to dancing and drinking, the music being turned to its highest volume.

As Jackson looked up at the bartender, he couldn't help but stare. His mouth was gaping wide open and his eyes were as wide as saucers. He found that his heart was beating inhumanly fast as he felt his palms grow sweaty. His face flushed red as the bartender ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes to reveal beautiful, dark brown orbs that were truly enticing. Jackson had thought he saw God.

"Will that be all?" The bartender asked shakily in Mandarin, grabbing a bottle of gin from the shelf to begin making the martini. Jackson finally snapped out of it and cleared his throat, handing him his card. "Y... Yes." He managed to blurt in English, looking away as soon as the bartender took his card. 

'What the hell? Out of all the people I could have fallen for, the bartender has to be the one! This is so low of me...' Jackson scolded himself, taking his card back and putting it inside his wallet. He watched as the mysterious bartender was making his martini, watching as he poured the gin into a cup and adding in dry vermouth(never had alcohol before so i'm not sure if this is right, i just got it off from a website lol). He began mixing the drinks together in the cocktail mixer, pouring it into a glass and garnishing it with two olives on a toothpick. 

He slid the drink over to Jackson and smiled. "Enjoy," he said in English with a heavy accent. Jackson felt his face burn slightly as he took the neck of the cup and sipped the drink. 

Jackson looked back over at the bartender when he finished the customer he was helping just now, waiting until he came towards Jackson's direction. When he was close enough, Jackson held up his hand to attract his attention. Sure, there were plenty of other good-looking people at the club but Jackson had just wanted the bartender's attention.

"Yes, uh..." the man was struggling as if trying to find the word 'sir' in Mandarin to say. Jackson was checking out the man's features; black bangs that hovered slightly over his eyelids, small lips and semi-thick eyebrows(not as thick as that dick tho). 

Jackson had finally reached a conclusion after a few moments of checking him out.

"You speak Korean?" He asked in the language. 

The bartender looked up from the counter, nodding. 

"You don't have to struggle to speak Chinese just because I am," the Wang stated, smiling gently as he set down his martini. "If you know me, I can speak quite a few languages." 

The taller man smiled at Jackson and he thought his heart had just been shot by Cupid, because he knew he had just fallen in love with the bartender of his favorite club. It sounded like some kind of cliche K-Drama, but it felt good.

"I'm Jackson, Wang Jackson. But of course, you already know it since you know I speak Mandarin." Jackson introduced in Korean so that the bartender could understand completely. "Im Jaebum." Jaebum greeted back, bowing in Jackson's presence. "Yah, lift your head. Just because my dad is a multi-millionaire doesn't mean you should treat his son like royalty or some shit." Jackson chuckled and reached his hand forward in Jaebum's direction. Jaebum lifted his head and took Jackson's hand, shaking it lightly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Wang-nim." Jaebum said. "Ah, that's hyungnim to you." Jackson said cockily. Jaebum looked at Jackson for a split second before saying, "I'm actually older than you. I'm your hyung(more like dadd-)." 

Jackson couldn't believe his ears. Im Jaebum, the really hot bartender, was older than him. 

"By... exactly how much?" Jackson asked.

"1.5 months." Jaebum replied, leaning on the counter.

Jackson couldn't and wouldn't believe it. "But I don't want to call you hyung!" He cried, placing a hand over his chest and trying to fight for himself.

"Well, that's how it is. I'm older than you, so you have to call me hyung." The older said and was now dangerously close to Jackson's face.

"Fuck you, Im Jaebum." Jackson growled.

"Other way around, and it's hyung to you, Mr. Wang."

Jackson hissed as Jaebum bopped his nose with his finger. 

'This guy...! Wait, what did he say...?'