turns out, it did hurt.
yoongi was completely wasted, sitting in front of the bar laughing like a maniac at whatever came into his sight.
the bartender noticed this, though. she was concerned for the man who ordered almost 10 shots of their strongest liquor.
she was always knew the people came to bars often for these few reasons; they're letting loose with their friends, they're heartbroken, they lost their job, or they're simply just lonely and trying to find some sort of fun.
however, yoongi was clearly heartbroken over someone. she had some sort of feeling he did; no, he made it super obvious.
he pushed a shot glass around with his finger, pointing at it saying, "you're not in love with her, you idiot." multiple times, for the past hour or so.
as a bartender, the least she could do for him was tend to his needs, and give him as many shots as he wished to.
"fuck it," she says in her head, striding over towards him.
before she could reach him, he closes his eyes, and his head smashes against the table with a thud.
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the morning sunshine shined brightly through the blinds, as the birds outside announced that it was officially morn.
yoongi twisted and turned around the bed, groaning softly at the pain that was pounding through his head. he struggled to open his eyes, but once he did, he noticed something distinctively different about the environment surrounding him.
this was not his bedroom.
quickly, he sat up on the bed in shock, but that didn't last long as his head hurt even more, making him wince in pain.
as he held is head in hands, the door creaked open, revealing an unfamilliar woman.
"wow, seems like something woke the bear up." she says sarcastically, and yoongi looks up to see her face, immediately raising his eyebrows in shock.
she wore a silky pink robe around her body, exposing most of her legs. her dark brown locks draped over her shoulders gracefully, and her skin was slightly more tanned than most girls seen around korea.
he opened his mouth to say something, but she interrupts him. "if you're going to ask- no we did not fuck last night, and no i did not rape you. i asked the security guard to bring you here, since you were knocked out cold."
yoongi blinks a few times, taking in her words. he sat back a bit more in a relaxed position after, as the woman walked towards him, placing a bowl onto the nightstand.
his eyes wandered around her face, and when their eyes met, a smile crept up onto her face. "like what you see?"
yoongi quickly looks away, swearing under his breath, as she lets out a breathy chuckle.
yes, she was pretty. but the features on her face looked a little familiar the more he looked at her, and he feels as if he's met the female before. however, she also looked all too young to be working as a bartender.
"i'm evie, by the way." she extends her hand towards him, and he looks at her again. he briefly shakes her hand, before pulling away, and rubbing his neck shyly.
"where am i , exactly?" he asks, his voice coming out groggy. "in my guest house." she replies, "you were completely wasted last night. and since i didn't know where you lived, i asked the security guard at the bar to escort you to my guest house before something bad happened to you."
she explains to yoongi, but he only responds to her with a frown on his face. "um, you're welcome?"
he looks away from her again, and at his lap. "thank you." his voice comes out in a slight whisper.
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piano | m.yg
Fanfiction"when was the last time you played the piano?" his eyes then met mine briefly, as he chuckled lowly. "the last time i was with you."
