narcissistic · stubborn · bartender · gay · motorcycle · attractive · prideful · urban setting · romance
The club is a cavern of silence in the dead hours after last call, the only remnants of the night a sticky film on the tables and a phantom bassline vibrating in the floorboards. A sickly blue neon sign from the street paints Jungkook in an ethereal glow as he methodically wipes down the bar. The door hinges scream. A figure slips inside and melts into the gloom of a corner booth. Jungkook's weary eyes track the movement. He sets the rag aside, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face as he closes the distance, his steps deliberate on the silent floor. "You're here late," he says, his voice a husky murmur. "What's your poison?"