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Fluff [3]

“And what might you need today?” The bartender asked the pink haired boy sitting on one of the stools.

Jimin smiled and shook his head.

“No thanks.” He refused. “I don't drink.”

The bartender couldn't help but smile back, even though he had been in a really crappy mood previously, having gotten into a fight with one of his drunk customers.

“You're the first one I've seen in a long time who doesn't.” He replied, leaning on the counter. “That's really something to be proud of-”

He was cut off as a loud laugh sounded from behind the latter.

“Don't drink? Nonsense!” A tall man slid into the vacant stool next to Jimin, a beer bottle held in one hand, and breath smelling like alcohol.

He was very obviously sedated.

“Why'd you even come here if you don't drink?” He asked, taking a long pull from the bottle.

Jimin sighed.

“My friend forced me to come, said he needed a pillar of moral support in his search for someone....special.”

He grimaced as he turned back to see Jungkook making out with another boy, wearing expensive-looking Gucci attire.

“He seems to have forgotten his pillar of ‘moral support’ now.” He shrugged. “So, I guess I'll go home, then.”

As he stood up to leave, the tall, drunk man grabbed his arm.

“Aw don't go yet. The night is still young, and besides, people your age don't have that much to do anyways.” he crooned.

Here we go again, Jimin thought, insects crawling up his arm.

“Um, I really have to go.” He tried to pull his arm away, but the man's grip was too strong.

“Come on, stay a while. We could go somewhere more private....”

Panic gathered in the pit of Jimin's stomach at the thought.

“Please, just let me go.” He was too weak, he couldn't do it, he couldn't pull away-

“That's enough Chanyeol.” A stern voice interrupted them.

Jimin turned his head to see the bartender glaring at the tall man.

“Oh, come on Seokjin! You never let me have any fun!” The apparent Chanyeol groaned.

“Well, you can go have fun outside my club, but I can't stand any sort of accosting inside. Now shoo.” The bartender glared until Chanyeol slowly went away, muttering incoherently to himself.

“Sorry about that, he's actually quite nice when he's sober. Too bad his boyfriend's not here to keep him in check.” The bartender, Seokjin, said, turning towards Jimin.

His eyes widened as the other rushed forward and gave him a hug.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Said Jimin, snuggling his head in the latter's neck.

Seokjin chuckled nervously and pried him off.

“Sorry, I get a bit clingy sometimes.” Jimin grinned. “I'll see you later then... Seokjin?”

“Please, call me Jin.” Still kind of shocked, the older watched as the other skipped off, humming a tune to himself.

What an absolute baby, he thought.

“One Vodka please.” A voice sounded, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Oh, yes, sorry, I was just...” His voice faded as he glanced at the customer in question. “Oh my.”

A/N;  tell me if u geniuses spotted lè taekook, namjin and chanbaek huehuehuehuheuheeuheuh