Hold Still GXReader

Working with a Hottie

"Tired?"

I hummed as I grabbed a bottle and felt the tag before putting it back and grabbing the one next to it.

"You've been grabbing the wrong bottles all shift." Jackson told me as I poured the liquid.

"Haven't gotten much sleep." I admitted simply before grabbing a few more drinks and going out to put them on tables.

I nearly tripped over a few chairs that had been left out, but I made it to the table and set down the drinks.

There was a murmurings of thankyous and I simply nodded before heading back to the bar.

"Maybe you should leave early, I got here a little early so I can take it from here." He offered but I shook my head.

"Another half hour. My shift ends then, you can wait for your turn." I told him making him chuckle.

"You're so stubborn." He told me as I looked over in his direction and stuck out my tongue.

"And childish to boot." I nodded before grabbing the wrong bottle, once again.

This was getting annoying. I sighed as I grabbed the right bottle and set it on the counter.

I hadn't been getting much sleep lately because of the nightmares. Screams, whispers, all jumbled in my brain, I couldn't take it, I'd jolt up in bed in a cold sweat.

There was a sigh from the side of the bar.

"Are you sure you're gonna be ok?" Jackson asked and I nodded again.

"I'll be ok." I nodded with a mutter before pouring a drink and slid it over to the person down the bar.

"Thanks love."

I'd heard him coming in, but I'd taken it as my imagination. That is until he'd spoken. It was G. I just turned to the bar, putting the bottle away. Maybe if I ignored him I could get through the little time I had left.

"(Y/n)." Jackson psst at me and I looked over at him.

"What?"

"You're crying." He muttered in a concerned voice.

I stiffened at that and wiped  at my face, I was indeed crying, and it wasn't something I did often.

"I..." I didn't know what to do, I'd never cried in public, not in a while, I just kinda, froze up.

"I'm taking the shift early, head into the back." He told me hopping over the counter. You weren't supposed to do that, but I was a little too stunned to scold him for it, simply heading into the back.

Changing in the back dressing rooms, I had to wiped my face several times before I finally slapped myself, trying to get a grip.

"This isn't the end of the world, they're just dreams." I shook my head before dressing in my street clothes.

I never knew the color of my clothes, just the texture and article. I was wearing jeans and a short sleeved shirt with a jacket over it. Any of it or all of it could be blue, black, purple, or green, but I didn't really care. I didn't pay that much attention to my appearance.  Christy had a tendency to fuss over me so much that I didn't need to.

I walked out of the back with my uniform in a bag and heard Jackson working on someone's drink. He was a bit sloppy but he was fast and doing good so far, so I decided to leave him be.

"Get some Sleep!" He called after me, to which I waved him off and exited the bar.

Only a few seconds after I'd left did I hear the door open and shut again and footsteps heading in the same direction as me.