Namjoon had now been officially dating Hoseok for a week now. Hoseok made sure to text him every morning with a sweet good morning text, making sure he smiled first thing every day. It was cute.
Hoseok asked if Namjoon wanted to move in, for his safety, and to live in a nicer place, but Namjoon refused for now.
It wasn't that Hoseok was speeding up their relationship, it was the fact that he was a mafia leader. Many people could find out about their relationship, and they would target him.
He knew his place was horrble, and in a terrible neighborhood, but Namjoon was still wrapping his head around the whole thing.
Namjoon had to get ready for work. He really disliked his job, but it paid the bills.
Oh well. You can't always choose what you get.
He decided to wear black skinny jeans and a black shirt, with black combat boots. All black reduces the amount of stains he had to get out after his shift, which was good.
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Namjoon turned his phone off as he got to work, sliding the phone and his jacket into his locker, before heading back out to the main room to take over bar-duty.
The previous bartender shot him a extremely thankful look before leaving. Namjoon sighed, knowing it was going to be a rough night.
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"I'm sorry sir, I can't serve you anymore."
"Bullshit!" The man yelled, causing Namjoon to flinch. "You have to serve me! I'm a customer!"
"Sir, we have the right to refuse service to anyone at any time. You've had too much. It's time for you to go."
The man rolled his eyes, "Whatever, you twink. Get out of my face."
Namjoon sighed and ran his hand through his hair, moving to a different part of the bar, and getting more drink orders.
"KIM!"
Namjoon turned, looking at his boss. "What is it?"
"Take over section 3."
His eyes widened. He was not scheduled for floor duty tonight. "Uh.. Sir may I ask why?"
"Eunyeol rolled her ankle. She will be taking over bar duty, you will take her section for tonight."
Namjoon sighed, but nodded, and grabbed a pad and a pen, before walking out to section three.
He got to a table that seemed to be waiting.
"Hello, my name is Namjoon, what can I get you tonight?"
The men looked at him, and he heard a cough then something that sounded like, "A piece of that ass." before several drink orders.
"Alright. I'll get those to you as soon as possible."
