bts oneshots

013 ❁ taehyung

— bittersweet

taehyung's pov.

you would come in with another and another, sitting in the same seat you always sit in. i watch you lure each man to drink with you, get them to fall for your affection—not to mention, your alluring voice and the sweet-like-honey smile that comes along with it, only to leave them with a bitter ending. i see it all from behind the counter of the bar where your clever, little games take place.

and in all honesty, who am i to blame and judge your victims. you're beguiling and attractive. your actions are enough to make hearts skip, jump, and turn, including my own. even from behind the counter, i am easily lured in despite it being indirect.

but of course, you wouldn't know.

for i am just the bartender at a bar, watching your tricks unravel—in which you play around with love as if it's something meant to be tinkered with. i see you take part in these things without knowing why because it is, simply, none of my business, and nothing else.

—

or perhaps not.

this time was different. you walked in, flushed cheeks and tired eyes. an appearance completely different than the lively, mischievous impression you would always have. unlike other nights, this time, you were alone—no one to deceive. it was just your pretty, little self, and that had caught me wondering why.

"the usual?" i asked, walking up to where you were sitting.

you looked up, a flustered expression plastered across your face, but what was there to be flustered about? i, certainly, could not be the reason.

"miss," i gently smiled, "would you like what you usually order or something else?"

"oh, i'm sorry," you kept on fidgeting with your hands, "i'll have the usual, i guess, thank you."

i nodded and made it in an instant before sliding the drink over to you. you took it and inspected it with such perplexity. "how'd you know?" you asked and suddenly, i broke into a deep laugh.

"i've been the bartender here for quite a while. especially, yours," i said, "if i'm not mistaken, you're here every night i'm here." your mouth made the shape of an 'o' but not a sound came out of it. perhaps, you were just embarrassed. you sat there, quietly. the bar, itself, was almost close to empty with the exception of two or three other people, causing tension and a boring feeling in the atmosphere.

that is, until you broke the silence.

"i know what you're thinking," you said, eyes fixed on your fidgeting fingers, "and i get it, i'm a dirty and terrible person."

"i haven't said anything yet," i said, "but why would i assume that?"

"first impressions," you said, eyes glancing over to the name tag clipped on my shirt, "taehyung, first impressions are why you would assume. i'm sure you know what i'm talking about. with an impression like mines, you know that i'm not exactly an angel."

"i know that people do a ton of shit, and that does include me, which doesn't put me in the right place to say that you're a bad person."

you pursed your lips, "i guess so."

"so tell me, what brings you here, and why alone?"

"to get tipsy," you said, taking another sip from your drink, "that's it."

"there's no alcohol in that drink."

i could see realization take over you, as you tried to find a better way to defend yourself. "i'm only starting with this. what makes you so sure i won't be ordering others?"