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Six: The Beginning of That Night

Seokjin's Pov:

As I tried phoning Jimin and Hobi for the sixth time that evening, I pondered where they could be. I was, sitting at the bar like an idiot after they had asked me to meet them there.

The bartender had been giving me the side eye for half an hour, so I ordered a drink. I was on my sixth drink and still hadn't seen Jimin or Hobi two hours later.

A very smoky voice warned, "Don't drink too much; awful things tend to happen when you over-intoxicate yourself."

My jaws dropped as I turned to look at the man who had been speaking to me and noticed his prominent jaw, chin, and cheekbones. My eyes wandered over him, and I saw his muscular chest and shoulders. He had a toned upper and lower body. It was apparent to me that he exercises regularly. I'd kill for a closer look at his chest and those thighs.  Naked, he must have resembled one of those male Calvin Klein models.

"Sorry, I guess," he muttered; oh gosh, I was too busy checking him out; he thought I was ignoring him.

"No, no, I am sorry...I was a bit distracted. Tonight hasn't been the best, you see. Also, I don't get drunk easily." I was finally able to respond to him. Without him even knowing, my body was screaming, fuck me! This was so unlike me, but he was too damn good.

"Oh, so you drink often?" he questioned, eyeing me curiously.

"Oh gosh no," I shook my head, "I have a good tolerance. I rarely drink, though. Although I think I have had enough for tonight, this is now my seventh drink." I said, raising my glass.

"Well, damn! I think you've had enough for one night—no more drinks for you. I like to drink, but that is because I am always in control of how much I drink. I never get drunk, either. You, on the other, aren't allowed to have any more drinks for the night." his tone was serious and direct but not unkind.

"Ummm...you can't tell me what to do," I added, sounding like a damn kid.

"you are right, I can't, but I can tell him." he said as he pointed to the bartender, "Mark, you are not allowed to serve this handsome young man here any more drinks for the night. Do I make myself clear?"

Who the hell did he think he was barking orders at the bartender?

"Yes sir, got it!" Bartender Mark responded, making my eyes pop out of my head. He listened.

"Good!" he said, "now back to you. What is a handsome guy like you doing out here by yourself at a bar at this hour? Bad breakup? Lost your job?" he inquired, damn; if I didn't know better, I'd say I was on an interview.

"none of the above. I am waiting for my friends." I told him,

"Really? That's a long time to be waiting on friends, don't you think?" he eyed me warily.

What the heck was he stalking me?

"Stalker much..." shit, that wasn't supposed to come out

"Not exactly; I was rather observing you from afar," he responded.

Before I could comment back, my phone alerted me that I had a text; shifting my eyes from him, I looked at my phone; it was a text from Jimin apologizing that they couldn't make it and were sorry.

Seriously! Couldn't they tell me that earlier? I have been here going on for about four hours now. I wasted my entire night sitting in some damn club. While hogging the bar like an alcoholic, no wonder, whatever his name was, he thought I was a drinker. What sane person sits at a bar this long by themselves, all because of those two fuckers. Just wait until I see them; they are going to regret being born!

I was mad, forgetting all about Mr. Fuckable next to me; I got up from my seat and started gathering my things.

"Woah there, where do you think you are going." I felt a hand grab onto mines, pulling me back to him.

Well, excuse me!

"Home?" It came out as a question rather than an answer.

"I don't think so; you have my attention, and I am curious about you. No way I am allowing you to leave here tonight unless it is with me, that is," he said with a smirk as his grip on my wrist tightened.

He fucking smirked!