BTS smut book (Hyung Line edition)

Bartender (knj) {angst(?)}

You hated going to bars, clubs, etc. But, everytime your friend went out, you had to make sure to go with him. Jimin could get crazy when drunk, and he also agreed to anything and everything when drunk. So, for his safety, you and him both agreed it was best to tag along when he was in the mood to go out. You never bothered to make yourself look good, you were simply a chaperone. You applied light make up, threw on some skinny jeans and a crop top, your hair in a ponytail and you were ready to go.

"(Y/N)~" Jimin whined "Why don't you ever make yourself look nice? I'm sure guys would love you."

You scoffed at his words, pulling into the parking lot of the bar and sighing in agitation.

"Jimin, I've been single for three years. I can handle being single the rest of my life."

"I will gladly turn straight for you. You know if I was I would-"

"Shove your dick eight inches deep in my ass, I know." I sighed once more and rubbed my temples in frustration before unbuckling my seatbelt and opening my car door.

"Just, get out of my car." Jimin giggled and hopped out of the car, shutting the door behind him and happily skipping up to the bar door and holding it open as he waited for you. You sighed and locked your car, making your way inside and looking around. This bar was different from the rest. Rustic, dirty, yet it had a comfortable feel to it. You were used to the usual sweat filled, meat smelling, alcohol tasting, dimly lit bars filled with old creeps looking to get their dicks sucked by a pair of plump lips.

But the more you looked around and the deeper inside you got, the more you wanted to stay. Jimin and you walked up to the bar, staring at the back of the bartender until he finally turned around, looking you right in the eye. You also stopped breathing, the man was so beautiful. Thick bleached hair slicked back on his head, an undercut most can't cut off. Tattoos covered his arms completely, the ones sticking out to you the most being the letters on his knuckles writing out "rap monster"

You were knocked out of your daze when he finally spoke, a deep smooth voice that locked you in and had you whipped by the second.

"What can I get two cuties like you?" Jimin giggled and elbowed you, your face flushing as the man looked directly at you as he licked his bottom lip and twirled the piece of metal pierced through his skin.

"How about a virgin pina colada and a budlight?" Jimin said

The man smiled, revealing deep crescent like dimples before he turned around and began preparing your drinks. You leaned over to Jimin, whispering in his ear just loud enough for him to hear over the slightly loudened music "I should've dressed nicer."

Jimin let out a laugh and the man looked over at you, smiling wider as he continued to shake your drink, his biceps and chest noticably flexing underneath his black t-shirt as he carefully poured it into a glass and added two skewers of fruit. He finally turned around to get Jimins drink before sliding them over to you both, a napkin wrapped around yours. You hesitantly took the drink from his hands, fingers grazing against his as you looked up at him and smiled.

"A virgin pina colada with extra fruit for an extra sweet lady~
And a budlight for mochi boy."

If your heart wasn't melting before, it was melting now, and you couldn't stop the blush running up to your cheeks as his words sunk in and he turned to a new customer, smiling and serving them a round of shots.

"Looks like someone has a little bit of a crush on you~"

"I look like shit!" You hissed.

"Mhm, not to him apparently." Jimin wiggled his eyebrows at you as he picked up a straw and placed it in his beer, taking a long gulp before leaning his head back and sighing in content.