Of Wine And Pretty Strangers | k.th j.jk

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As I sat down in a bar two blocks down from my apartment, I asked the bartender for the usual and he left with a nod. I sighed. What a shit day. I was waiting for my boyfriend to come and meet me, but he said he might be a little later than usual. I was bored as I watched a couple of drunken adults dance with dirty expressions in the middle of the room to a God-awful song.

"Hi, stranger." I turned my head to face a tall, dark-haired boy taking the seat next to me. "Can you tell me which drink is the strongest? I don't usually drink, but I feel up to it tonight."

The man talking to me was around my height, maybe a little taller, with brown locks and sharp eyes. His body was lean but seemed pretty muscly. Black, skinny jeans were taped to his legs while a black button-up, which appeared to be an expensive brand, was resting on his shoulders and fell into the hem of his jeans. His skin was a gorgeous tan colour and his smile was pretty-lipped and enticing.

I gave him a smile as I searched the drinks menu.

"Well, the sort of alcohol they sell here, you either get the really strong brands or the really weak brands."

He grinned and with a hum, tapping his finger against the counter as he came to a conclusion.

"Something really strong."

I chuckled. "Rough day?" He nodded. "Well, what really knocks me right out is the scotch, so I'd recommend that."

He grinned and nodded his head as a thank you, and continued to call the bartender over. He ordered his drink as I proceeded to sip on mine. I received a text as my coat pocket vibrated. I shoved my hand into my pocket and retrieved it as I checked my messages. It was from my boyfriend. With a smile, I opened it and read it under my breath.

"Can't make it, boss isn't letting me leave. Sorry, Kookie..." I sighed, breathing the remaining message in a mutter and a groan. "I'll make it up to you, xxx."

I dropped my phone back onto the counter with a huff, ignoring his text, as I violently chugged the remaining alcohol in my glass. Why doesn't he just tell his boss 'no'? What's so wrong about that? That part of him infuriates me. He can't say no, he's too sweet. People take advantage of him too much.

"Damn bitch," I whispered through my bitter breath. I gritted my teeth as I stared intensely at a bottle of scotch sat upon the shelf.

"Rough night?" The guy from before gave me a smile as he pulled his stool closer to me. "Here." He pushed his scotch forward as he stared at me. "You probably need it more than I do."

I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Um, I can't accept this. Besides, you paid for it." I pushed it back.

He chuckled, pushing it back towards me.

"If it makes you feel any better, you can pay me back half." He raised his brows as he nudged the glass forward a little more.

I mean, I really did want it. Pursing my lips, I flicked my eyes from the glass to the man and then quickly snatched it from the table.

"Deal."

He smirked and ordered another drink for himself. I downed the drink in a matter of seconds as I felt the burning sensation of the bitter, strong liquid spill down my throat. Damn, it was good.

"So, what's your name, stranger?"

I looked up at him, playing with the empty glass in between my fingers.

"Jungkook," I replied. "And you?"

He smiled and laughed with that deep tone of his.

"You can call me Tae," he stated. "Or Hyung. I'm assuming I'm older. 1995?"