Bunny Up || A Taekook FanFiction

Chapter 1: Working

Author POV:
The night was young and fresh. The stars were brightly lit in the night sky with people roaming the street ready to have a good time. For Taehyung, this meant getting ready for work.

He was a hard-working college student only trying to make a living for himself. There was never time for love in his life, but he wished there was. He managed to get a high-paying job as a bartender recently and was able to live independently from his uncles.

The bar was very high-end and paid a pretty penny. It only hired good-looking people, and to his surprise, he got the job. He didn't know why they accepted him though, because he thought that he was very average-looking compared to everyone else. Black hair, mocha colored eyes. Normal. Very very normal looking. (If your normal, what an I? A potato?) But, nevertheless, be was grateful.

He lost his parents at a young age and learned the payoff of hard work and dedication. He worked his ass off, balanced school with work and volunteering ever since the young age of 12.

He only managed to survive because of his uncles, Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon, who ran a noodle house and took him under their wing, as if he was their own son. He will be forever grateful for them to be able to provide him with the parental love that he needed.

He works every day of the week and today was no exception. Saturday nights were always the wildest and sometimes the customers, both men and women alike, try to touch him in weird ways. He felt uncomfortable most of the time, but luckily his coworkers always helped him out. He didn't think he was particularly attractive, but was often hit on and asked out on a daily basis by people he doesn't even know. Who can blame them though? A sinfully plump ass, thin waist, tall nose, pink lips, cutely long disheveled locks, and eyes that reflect the universe. If looks can kill, the entire human population would be extinct by now. But he didn't know that.

"Okay Kim Taehyung! You can do this! Let's give it your best today too!" Kim Taehyung said as he slapped his face. He just finished getting ready for work and was looking at the full-length mirror in his bedroom before leaving. He has to admit that living by himself is a little lonely, but at least he has the freedom to do whatever he wants. And besides, his apartment is around a 30 minute drive to Seokjin and Namjoon's house anyways.

He checked his bag to see if he brought everything. Phone. Check. Keys. Check. Wallet. Check. "Alright bois. We gucci." He muttered to himself. Glancing over at the time, 9:45 pm. His shift doesn't start until 10:00 pm, but it doesn't hurt to be early. It's only a 15 minute walk from his apartment anyways. He smiles and prances out of his apartment.

He loves working at the bar because the people there are always so nice to him and it takes his mind off the stresses of school. Although the neighborhood is a little sketchy and has a lot of alleyways, it's overall a very nice place. He suddenly stops in front of a door and walks in.

Taehyung POV:
I glance at my wrist watch. 9:57 pm. Good.  As a walk in, I see the familiar face and pouty lips of Park Jimin. "Hey there, ol' buddy ol' pal! Miss me Chim!" I remarked, flashing my signature boxy grin. "TAE! You're here! Is Mr. Handsome ready to work?!" He exclaims with a big toothy grin, eyes almost closed. I rolled my eyes at that, but let out a giggle. "I'm not the handsome one here, Chim. And of course I'm ready to work!" I chirped. A light blush was creeping up Jimin's face from embarrassment, and I couldn't help but coo and pinch his squishy little cheeks.

I walk behind the counter and walk to the staff rooms to put down all of my stuff. I work shifts with Jimin on the weekend and with another guy named Min Yoongi on the weekdays. Jimin is just a sweetheart and has become my bestest of friends even though we only knew each for 2 weeks. Yoongi is a little cold and intimidating looking, but his eyes light up when we talk about rap.

As I walked out of the staff rooms, a group of 4 middle-aged men came stumbling into the bar and taking a seat at the stools in front of Jimin and I. One of the men looked up at me drowsily. "What would you sirs like to drink today?" I asked with a professional smile on my face. Jimin was standing behind me, intimidated by them. "Get us four glasses of whiskey," one of the drunken men said with a slight slur.

I nodded and turned around and bend down to grab the bottle of whiskey at the bottom shelf. Jimin scurries to the corner to grab glasses and ice. I can feel a pair of eyes (or four) on my ass as I got back up. It  was so uncomfortable. They kept looking at me, checking me out I assume, as I poured the whiskey into the chilled glasses that Jimin slides over. Jimin and I passed out the drink to them, waiting for more customers to roll in.

As Jimin was making a drink for the lady that just came in, I felt a tug on my arm. I look over to see that it was the one of the middle-age man. He leaned into my ear and said "That's one pretty face you got there. Nice ass, too. Don't tell me you're trying to seduce me, are you baby?" I grimace at those words and a shiver of disgust runs up my spine. Jimin looked over at me, worried, but I quickly put on a smile to say that everything is under control. I took a deep breath and used my deepest voice. " Sir, we are NOT that kind of business and if you continue with your action, I WILL call the police." He widens his eyes at the tone of my voice and tried to process what I said. Then, He tsked me, but gave up his action and walked away, not without shooting me a glare. I took another deep breath. A women came to the stools and asked for a white lady (it's a cocktail), but not without reaching out her hand and sliding it down my arm. Oh boy, this is going to be one long ass night.

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