I didn't write it fast enough so here's half of what I wrote and won't be posting (cowboy hat emoji)
“And look who the cat dragged in…”
You groaned as you walked up to the wooden counter of the crowded bar. You gave the bartender- Jeonghan, an aggravated expression.
“Shut up.” You stated bluntly. You popped yourself down, and let your forehead smack into the counter. You let out a pained grunt of regret, tilting your now surely bruised head up. “I need a drink.”
Jeonghan started to move, picking up a glass.
“You know… The only people in bars on February 13th are-”
“Shut up Jeonghan.”
“- Really lonely and desperate and… Sad.”
You looked up at him, imagining what it would be like to strangle the man. He smiled as if he had no clue what was going through your head and set the glass on the counter.
“Drink up.”
You sat up a little straighter, your fingers tightening around the cold glass. You tapped your finger against it.
“This holiday is so stupid,” you grumbled. A confident smirk crossed Jeonghan’s lips and you interrupted him with a point of your finger. “And it’s not because I’m single. Or because I’m spending the day alone.”
Jeonghan leaned forward, letting his chin fall in his hand.
“Then why is this holiday so stupid?”
“Because it makes everyone so desperate,” you stated bluntly. “It’s a fucking Tuesday, and this bar is packed. All because people are so afraid of being alone on Valentine’s Day that they will do anything to wake up in the same bed as someone tomorrow?”
You scoffed and shook your head. Tipping the alcohol that Jeonghan had poured you down your throat. Your eyebrows scrunched tightly at the burn in your throat and you placed the glass back down. You eyed Jeonghan expectantly.
“You aren’t going to hear any complaints on my end about Valentine’s Day,” Jeonghan replied with a shrug. He took your glass, pouring you more to drink. “I get plenty of tips.”
He pressed both of his palms against the counter, a sympathetic expression spread across his face, pressed into his brows. He let his head fall ever-so-slightly to the side.
“Really? Three years and he didn’t even bother to give you flowers? You deserve so much more than that.”
His sympathy was replaced by a slow smile. You rolled your eyes.
“You’re a psychopath,” you commented.
“I’m a broke college student,” Jeonghan corrected. As he spoke, someone joined your side. She leaned forward, shimming her shoulders.
“Hyukkie,” she whined, letting her hair fall to the side, similarly to how Jeonghan’s had been before. “I need another drink.”
He smiled at her.
“Let me guess… Another sex on the beach?” He suggested, already flipping a cup in order to start making a drink. You rolled your eyes at his performance and downed your second drink.
“Sex on the beach or… Wherever else you want it.”
Jeonghan laughed as if she had a chance, which you full well knew that she didn’t. He passed her the completely drink and as he did their fingers almost touched. You could feel the way she held her breath.
“I think that guy over there is eyeing you up and down,” he suggested and pointed behind her. She followed his gaze and her lips flickered up into a smile.
“You think?”
He gave her a confident smile.
“Happy Valentine’s Day to you.”
An excited shake racked her body and she tightened her grip on her drink. Thanking Jeonghan before running off. You waited until you were sure she was gone and then you lazily turned your attention back to Jeonghan.
“Oh Hyukkie-” Jeonghan laughed, and took your glass into his hand again.
“And with that you’re cut off.”
“Wha-” You protested with a squeak. You made grabby hands towards the cup but he held it away from you. “Jeonghan I just got here.”
“And tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day,” Jeonghan replied pointedly. “And you, are so very single and, sorry to say it, completely pathetic.”
Another sound of protest left your mouth.
“If you want to get laid tonight-”
“I don’t want to get laid tonight,” you replied bluntly. He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the sign of the bar above his head. “I’m here enough that you know me. It’s just another night at the bar.”
Jeonghan tutted his tongue.
“Poor, poor y/n. Your little facade is coming to a swift close.”
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