You Wish | Yeonbin

Chapter- 2

Third Person POV

In the dimly lit bar, Soobin's voice wavered as he made his request, "Another shot of Whisky, please." The weight of his stress had been heavy upon him for the past hour, and there was no sign of him stopping anytime soon.

"Soobin, I think it's time to call it quits. This would be your sixth shot," the bartender gently interjected, a hint of concern lining his words.

"Am I not paying for all of this?" Soobin questioned, his tone laced with defiance.

The bartender, affectionately addressing him as Soobin-ah, sighed, "Money is not my concern. I worry about your well-being. Drinking more will only lead to a horrible migraine tomorrow."

Having known Soobin for quite some time, the bartender understood his regular visits during difficult times. However, tonight felt different. Soobin's indulgence exceeded his usual limits, leaving the bartender genuinely worried.

"I couldn't care less about a migraine. It's like asking a penguin if it cares about flossing. Right now, I've got a plate of unemployment served to me, so tomorrow's responsibilities can take a hike." retorted the younger, thrusting his credit card towards the bartender, who sported a disapproving frown.

"I won't accept it. I insist that you go home. If you refuse, I'll have the guards escort you out," the bartender rebuked, pushing the card back towards Soobin. Irritated, Soobin retrieved his card and returned it to his wallet with a dismissive tsk.

"Fine, fine, I'll leave," Soobin grumbled, reluctantly rising from his throne and making a less-than-graceful exit from the bar.

Lost in an alcohol-induced haze, Soobin wandered through unfamiliar surroundings. His unsteady steps occasionally led to trips and stumbles, a consequence of the intoxicating shots he had consumed. Everything appeared blurred, with passing car headlights resembling glowing wisps of cotton suspended in the air. Driven by a persistent thirst for more, Soobin scanned the area desperately, hoping to find another refuge—a pub or bar to satiate his cravings.

After a few minutes of aimless meandering, his gaze fell upon a distant, upscale restaurant.

"Maybe they could bring out some booze, like wine or something." Soobin mumbled under his breath, his desire for alcohol still lingering in his mind. Intrigued, he resolved to stumble his way closer, unaware that this chance encounter with the posh establishment would forever alter the course of his night.

Le Petit Désastre Restaurant

7:00pm

Yeonjun sits straight and takes a sip of wine from his untouched glass, his brows furrowed in frustration as he glares at the vibrating phone on the table. Reluctantly, he reaches out and answers the call, recognizing his brother's voice immediately.

"What do you want now, hyung?" he said with his voiced laced with irritation.

The voice on the line merely chuckles.
"Hey there, grumpy pants! Just checking in on your blind date progress. How's it going?"

Yeonjun rolls his eyes, his agitation evident as he leans back into the leather chair with a soft thud. He glances at his shiny and speck-less Reverso, its ticking reminding him of the time wasted.

"Oh, just splendid. I'm sitting here like a fool, waiting for a stranger I didn't even want to meet." Yeonjun grumbles in response.

His brother's laughter rings through the phone, further fueling the younger's annoyance.
"Come on, lighten up! It's all part of the grand plan to find you true love."