[taehyung's pov; the "vante" bar; saturday]
"i'm sorry, sir, but i've checked everywhere and i seriously don't know where it is" i spoke into the phone, resting on a comfy bar stool with a glass of juice in hand.
it's a glass of some fine orange juice. not the cheap ass 'with pulp' kind. i can at least treat myself a bit for now.
"have you really not seen it anywhere? maybe your employees have seen it around?" the guy asked me again, making me sigh and take another sip of my orange juice.
i smiled hearing his words, even if i sighed like an old man with back pain.
this guy really has no idea.
"sir, i'm telling you how it is. if you want, come over and search for it yourself" i said in a semi-serious voice when, internally, i tried not to spill everything as it is.
and not spill my precious juice in the process as well.
"i see... sorry for wasting your time, and thank you for answering. i'll figure it out somehow" the guy continued in a bright, yet disappointed voice.
as we ended the call, i looked around the bar again, seeing quite a few customers, sat down by the vintage tables, as the sunlight from outside made it all shine.
it was like that yesterday too...
except... there was no sunshine. god damn it, i'm bad a this... let's just get into the flashback!
...
it was a dark evening...
"order 2, 7 and 11 are coming up!" i announced, earning the attention of some clients, three of whom nodded back at me, waiting for their drinks and snacks.
just as i called over the waiters, i saw a pale figure walk towards the counter i was standing behind of.
"welcome, yoongi. the usual?" i asked, smiling and fixing my glasses.
he's a loyal customer here and, in turn, one of my good buddies now, too. sadly, the guy's too humble and doesn't realize how great he actually is.
how do i know? alcohol makes people talk.
"hey, tae. and yep, you know it" he answered in a calm voice, as always.
i nodded, pulling up the things i need for his order.
he always drinks some whiskey, and then goes on a beer marathon until he feels content with it. i've never seen him cross the line before.
i hummed, hearing the music flow around the bar and pouring the ingredients into a glass, like some kind of witch making a potion. not the poisonous kind, though.
well, not that poisonous anyways.
now about me!
i know, i sound like a child but i love my job a lot. it runs in the family, after all. my grand grandparents used to own a bar in france, my grandfather had one in japan, and my father had one here in korea, which later became a place of my ownership.
growing up my father used to ask me, if this is what i want to do in life, and i would always answer "i'm proud of this tradition, and i'm going to be someone who will carry it further" with a smile on my face. i wasn't faking it because i actually meant it.
i love meeting new people, and this gives me the perfect chance to do so. plus, this so-called "pouring-up-different-alcohol-bombs" for people is my passion in life, photography being a part of it ,as well. there's something very aesthetically pleasing about making drinks, you know...
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Sunshine // 햇빛 // Yoongi x Hoseok
Acak"dream, hope, forward, forward" he said, yet again, with the brightest smile he could pull off, while the cameras were pointing at him; it was a usual situation. he says the phrase every friday night to audiences behind a tv screen who have no idea...
