ATEEZ HEIST [18+ Yunho/Mingi Fanfic]

Chapter 44 - Stalker

Third Person POV

"I think you've had enough young man."

Mingi managed to raise his head long enough to glare at the bartender, and pulled his glass towards his chest to protect it from the concerned man. Or at least, Mingi assumed that he was concerned. All he could really see was a blurry figure who just happened to have been topping up his glass all night long. In his intoxicated state, he was barely aware of how much alcohol was in his system, or just how long he had been sitting in the dive bar on the edge of the city.

"No, I... I'm fine. I have money, and... I want to d-drink more." The tall man was clearly struggling with his speech, and the bartender shook his head. The aged business owner was used to the alcoholics that were regulars at his bar, but he hadn't seen this kid before, and clearly the boy wasn't holding his liquor all that well. He probably should have cut him off hours ago.

"Son, I don't care how much damn money you have. It's 4am. The bar is closing." The man sighed. "I'll call you a cab home if you want."

Mingi grumbled at the mention of home. No way he would go back there. Not after the big scene that he had made. He took another sip of his drink, hoping that it would help him forget. No matter how much he had drank that night, he hadn't managed to block everything out. How scared he was when Y/N had said the word "pregnant". How guilty he felt for yelling at her. How much, no matter his denial, that he wanted to run back into that apartment and apologize and tell her how much he loved her.

But he couldn't. Because what kind of father would Mingi be? The young man hadn't done anything worthwhile with his life so far. He had nothing to offer a child, except the wonderful trade of successfully robbing banks. What a great example he would be for a kid. No, the child would be better off without him.

At least that's what Mingi convinced himself.

He brought himself back to the situation at hand, with the older bartender giving him an annoyed look and motioning towards the doorway. Mingi stumbled off of his stool and barely managed to not topple over as he made his way out onto the dark street.

He hadn't payed much attention to anyone else in the bar, since he had more important worries. There were a couple stragglers left there, most of them in a similar state to Mingi, except for one who had been sitting in the corner of a booth, nursing one beer for hours. The bartender also didn't recognize this man, who didn't seem like the type to frequent bars and seemed oddly interested in Mingi.

The bartender got a weird feeling about him, but technically, he wasn't doing anything wrong, and the old man never liked causing problems or turning away good business.

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Y/N's POV

When I finally left my room, everyone already seemed to know what was going on. I walked into the kitchen, and was immediately met with tender and mildly-pitiful looks. Whether Yunho had told them or they overheard last night's fight, I didn't really care. As long as no one was asking about it, I was satisfied enough. I just wished they wouldn't act so weird.

"Hey, Y/N, what do you want me to make for breakfast?" Seonghwa smiled awkwardly, showing all of his teeth. "Anything you want, I'll make it."

"Um, I guess eggs would be good." I mumbled, embarrassed by his overconcern. I knew very well that he would persist if I didn't give him an answer, so I just said the first thing that came to mind.

He seemed satisfied with the response, "Okay! They'll be ready in a bit. Yeosang can you make coffee?"

Yeosang looked worried, and glanced back and worth between me and Seonghwa, finally stopping on him. "But Hwa... can she... um, have coffee in her... condition?"