A dimly lit bar in Seoul. Neon lights flicker. The bass from a half-broken speaker thrums through the walls. It’s midnight, and the bar is mostly empty—except for a man in a tux and a bartender with purple hair.
Jungkook enters, panting, tux half-unbuttoned, hair a mess.
taehyung
(behind the bar, not looking up)
You’re either running from a wedding or a loan shark. Either way, no blood on the floors.
jungkook
(gasping)
I need... a drink. And a new identity.
taehyung
(looks up, blinks)
Well damn. Didn’t know James Bond drank cheap whiskey and wore Gucci.
taehyung
You okay, tuxedo boy?
jungkook
Do I look okay?
taehyung
You look like you ditched your own engagement party and escaped through a bathroom window.
jungkook
(blinks)
How did you—?
taehyung
(smirking)
Lucky guess.
jungkook
I didn’t ditch. I took an unscheduled emotional sabbatical.
taehyung
Cute. Whiskey or vodka for your breakdown?
jungkook
Whiskey. Neat. And maybe a tranquilizer.
taehyung
(pouring)
No tranquilizers. Just good ol' alcohol and sarcasm here.
He slides the drink over.
taehyung
So, why the dramatic exit? Cold feet or hot ex?
jungkook
(mutters)
Arranged marriage. My dad thinks business deals should come with diamond rings.
taehyung
Yikes. That explains the tailored trauma.
jungkook
She doesn’t even like me. She said I look like a ‘sad K-drama protagonist with abandonment issues.
taehyung
(snorts)
I mean... fair.
jungkook
(glares)
you’re a bartender. You’re supposed to comfort me.
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Gourry Gabriev
I'm hooked! Can't wait for more from this author.
2025-08-03
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