expectancy ; jackbum

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"The usual?"

Jaebum looked up to the voice like it was the last time replaying, those brown eyes staring back again.

"Do you wait for me to come in?" Jaebum smirked, feeling amused by the boy who always popped up when he came around. He saw him smile that bright smile of innocence, lip brought between his teeth to try and hide it.

"Never."

Jaebum shook his head, hand coming up to loosen the tie around his neck, "that's hard to believe, I think you do."

The bartender went back to mixing the drink in his hands, pouring it into the shaker and shaking it back and forth. Jaebum watched the movement and cocked an eyebrow back up in his direction.

"It's just that the usual customers don't like to hear me talk, and you've never complained. It's a nice change."

Jaebum slowly nodded along, grasping the glass that the boy slid across the counter towards him. "Cheers to that."

"To what?" The boy placed his hands on the counter and tilted his head, watching the lavish man sip from the drink he made him. His lips came off of the chilled glass, wet with liquid gold that he licked away.

"To change," he set the cup down with a tap to the granite counter, "I've been searching for it lately."

"Why's that?" Across the bar he began placing bottles back into place, wiping the counter down. Veins in his arms protruded and caught Jaebum's attention.

"My life is always the same; people wanting to get to me. Whether its for money or fame or sex, people just don't seem to leave me alone. Not even in my own house." He rambled, wondering why he was talking so much being so sober still. His gaze was glued onto the drink swirling in his glass, missing the looks the bartender was giving him.

"So you're not a stripper?" The boy joked, smiling to himself with pride in his comment.

"No, is that surprising? Sex hasn't been on my agenda whether I like it or not, especially not when all the bidders are middle aged women who want to steal my wallet when they leave."

He laughed to that, "you're pretty famous then, I take it?" He inquired, sounding more curious than interested in his fame.

Jaebum sighed and nodded back, glass to lips again, "what's your name? I feel like I get too drunk to remember every time I ask."

The brown haired boy looked up, eyes big and brown to perfectly match the shade. Jaebum faintly smiled inwardly, he was no boy, he was a man. The definition of his features was sharp yet so soft at the edges, chin and upper lip a darker shade due to his stubble that was just barely visible. His shoulders were broad yet slim, arms strong and laced with veins and muscle.

He smiled, a smile of a walking contradiction, a smile of change, "Jackson."

Jaebum undid the top button of his black dress shirt, breathing easier as he did so. His tongue came out again to lick at his wet lips, smiling faintly at the name. He extended a hand, "Jaebum."

Jackson met his touch halfway, hands meeting in a warm embrace. Jaebum felt the softness of his hands against his own rough ones, heart stuttering at the way the mans fingers slid against his palm as he pulled away. This was different, a moment unlike any routine-- sitting at the bar, sober with someone who shone with change.