Demian Bar

Salty Dog

"Hey, Unnie! Early as usual!" My co-worker, Soon, complemented, handing me my dark apron, to which I gratefully accepted not without a "Thanks." 

"So..." she leaned in, smiling giddily at me, causing me to quirk my eyebrows. 

"Have you heard of the seven hot men?" 

"The who?​​​​" My eyebrows rose once more, causing Soon to cackle at my obliviousness. 

"Well, rumours have it, that the hottest and one of the most prestigious men sometimes, but rarely, come to this pub.. and--" she whispered, "who knows, you might find mr. Right right here and now!" 

Now it's my turn to twitch my upper lip, and responded calmly, "Soon, get your head out of the clouds, any more and the clouds will start to rain." 

"Yah!"

 DING!

At the sound of the bell ringing signifying customers, you were at your station. Approaching your bar stand, you noticed squeaks of shoes looming closer to your counter, so the most approachable way was to say--"Can I help yo--" 

"Give me the sweetest cocktail you have," a black haired man demanded, taking the stool seat in front of me.

 I nodded and proceeded to work my way to the drink section, but what annoyed me by 89.9% was not only the way he said it not to mention him interrupting me, but what he said and did next."And I meant the sweetest," the male eyed me up and down after the word 'sweetest', which disgusted me to no end. 

Rolling my eyes at his attitude, I whipped up a light blue drink, "Here you go." 

Taking a chug of it, his eyes widened as he spit out the drink, "What the hell is that?!" 

"Our saltiest drink in the house, it matches your attitude," as I wiped the splattered water from the table. 

He growled at me, "Do you know who the hell I am?!"

 "No and I don't give a lot of dangs."

The male growled at your attitude, "I'd like to see your mana--" 

"Our manager is not here," I smart-mouth him back, wiping the campaign glass, completely ignoring his strong attitude. 

"Well, give me their number then, you $!€k. It's not hard," He blinked owlishly, while I remained calm at the his salty behaviour. "

"It's against company policy to be asking for the manager's number. Please try returning another time." 

"What if I tell you that I'm Korea's best basketball player. I could bring you down with a three point shot and you'd still won't be able to score," he crunched a bit of paper and tossed it into the bin from afar. 

A perfect shot. 

"There's the dance floor if you want to impress the ladies," I signaled him to the dance floor, to which he smirked. 

"You're right. I don't see any women here whatsoever." 

You know what? That triggered me. 

Sighing, I gently placed the champagne glass on the racks, turning my head to give him the attention he craved for. 

I smiled. 

"Sir, I do not care who you are, who the hell you think you are. If you show me some damn respect, I will do the same. White collar or blue collar or freaking black collar for all I dang care. People are people.." I leaned in to intimidate him with my ferocious eyes. 

"The sweetest cocktail is meant for the sweetest people, unfortunately, you don't fit that category," I grinned, patting his shoulder, "Better luck next time." 

With that, he stormed off, not before he leaned in to face you "You won't hear the last of me.." 

Rolling your eyes once again, you noticed he left his jersey on the bar stool. Picking it up, you saw the logo. "Guess he wasn't lying. Well, he'll be back for his sports uniform.."

"Are you crazy?! That's Suga! One of the seven hot men! You just triggered one of the seven!"

Preview for the next chapter:

This boy is crazy!

Walking towards him, as I had to swerve my way from going through the laying bodies, I looked up at him, "Sir, we don't condone sudden violence in here, get off the table this instant."

Cocking an eyebrow, "You and what army?"