Sober: A Jimin Drabble/One Shot

Summary: What would you do if a very cute (but very unaware of it) guy hits on you on a Tuesday night in your local bar, while his friends are routing for him at the back?

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Disclaimer:
This fiction contains consumption of alcohol, however all the characters are above 21 and are legal to drink.
All the characters do not endorse heavy drinking. They are all working people or are in college, and they drink once in two months or less.

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But let me call you when I'm sober.

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It was a long spring night in the city and the pavements were wet from the heavy afternoon rain and the car lights sparkled off it.

At the corner of the main street, stuck between two tall apartment buildings, a pink neon sign flashed above an entrance of a bar, "SUNS".

Due to many noise complaints, the bar will probably close soon. You should know, you were one of the people who complained.

You sat at a table near the bar counter alone as you mused over the idea of finding a new place to have the occasional coffee liqueur or pina coladas.

Your lips pressed into a thin line. You liked your alcohol sweet and scarce, but it also made you feel like a kid. You shook your head a little, telling yourself it's fine. Alcohol isn't a thing that shows maturity anyway.

You came here because you had a hard time at work today, the higher ups were pressuring you into a lot of difficult assignments, a tradition of unloading their works to the new interns.

You took a sip of the sweetened alcohol and felt your cheeks grow warmer. This was your third drink, but you're still pretty sober and you don't plan to get drunk.

You tapped into your laptop on the table. The other reason you came here is because of the free wifi. It was better than going three blocks away to Starbucks, where as here, you can just climb down from your apartment and walk right in.

You frowned a little, remembering a few days back where one of your co workers had made a mistake, which you covered for.

It wasn't a pleasant time. It also didn't help the fact that you thought she was a decent girl, since now she seem to think she can push all the mistakes on to you.

You gritted your teeth and in frustration gulp down the rest of your drink, to which your tastebuds strongly disagreed with, your face contorting a little to the bitter aftertaste.

You were contemplating getting another drink when you spied a silhouette through your glass.

You looked over from your empty glass as you acknowledged someone coming towards you.

It was a young man; tall and very handsome. A face you recognized but barely.

He was a stranger in your apartment who you always passed by without a thought as you rushed to work, but a stranger you passed by enough to remember.

You've never spotted him in the bar before though. It peaked an interest in you as to what's about to happen.

He seemed nervous and you noticed him look back a few times to a table at the far corner, so you glanced over and saw a group who looked away sharply at your gaze and seem to be sushing each other. You get a gist of what's happening. A dare? Perhaps an encouragement?

You lifted up your face as he smiled a somewhat unsure yet pleasant smile, and in a quick glance you took in that he's wearing an off-white, button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black suit pants. You couldn't see his shoes as he now stood too close to which the table obstructed the view. Maybe he came back from work as well.

He cleared his throat and it brought him back to  your attention.

"I'm sorry I am a bit of a let down," he started and you wondered where he was going with this; he certainly doesn't look like a let down.

"But my friends kept telling me to go over, so I came over," he paused and looked away at your undoubtably intense stare, and quickly pushes his hair back, twice.

—maybe it was a nervous trait

"So, uh, let me buy you a drink," his eyes darted  back to yours, and you swear you heard him mutter, 'I can't believe I'm going to say this,' as embarrassment crept over his face, yet he doesn't seem to be backing down as he continued with the most cheesiest of lines in history.

"And maybe we'll pretend that you think I'm the man of your dreams come to life in a dive bar."

It took you a moment before you burst out with a laugh, but you ended that quickly and let a smile linger on your face.

"Those were some scripted lines; first of all, this isn't a dive bar," you smiled widely at him, "Secondly, did your friends make you come here and say that?" you continued to ask as you made sure your tone suggested humor, hoping to show that you weren't quite unpleased with what had just happened.

You're also pretty sure you're talking a bit more due to those liquor you just downed on a Tuesday night.

He sighed and plopped down in the seat in front of you, before he quickly got up again, "I'm really sorry," his face was a slight pink, which didn't seem to be from any alcohol, "So should I buy you a drin- I should probably go."

"Wait, sit," you heard yourself say.

The alcohol also seemed to have boosted your want to talk to people, especially under this interesting and bizarre circumstance that had appeared in front of you.

You looked back again to the corner table and saw them looked away abruptly, only to glance over again.

You chuckled at their silly antics as he sat back down in front of you, hands pressed to his face, covering his embarrassment.

You heard him mutter, and you strained your ears to figure out that he was apologizing for such an embarrassing thing to happen to you.

"Still.. can I buy you the drink?" You heard his muffled voice ask from behind his covered face, sounding incredibly unsure. Somehow, it made the gesture endearing.

"No," you replied and he peeked though his hands, to which you smiled more encouragingly, "No, I can just buy my own drink. Thank you."

He seemed a little dejected and shifted in his seat.

"However," you found yourself quickly adding, "You can buy a drink yourself and share your evening with me?"

There was a momentary pause and you mentally smacked yourself; what in the world were you getting yourself into.

The alcohol, your tiring day, the past few weeks with the most unreasonable people, and suddenly this encounter with a somewhat pleasant person with many a cheesy pick up lines, which he admittedly regrets. Maybe this was exactly what you needed. Or not.

Well, you hoped to find out.

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

"Jimin."

"Well then, Jimie-"

"Jimin."

"Jimin, I hope you have more to say than just some lyrics from some punk rock band."

~Fin~

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A/N: This was based off two songs I love. I cannot believe I had this in my draft for the longest time. It was so much fun writing this. It's a bit short but I liked it. It has been awhile since I liked my work.

Please, do tell me what you think about this short drabble I made.

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