Can’t believe he handed me a naked tequila (Patreon)

Jimin loves this bar. He comes to this island every summer and just lets go of all of his worries. He just went through the shittiest break-up of his life so it’s time to drink until he can’t remember his own name.

The guy behind the bar looks somewhat familiar. Jimin orders another beer, tries to pinpoint exactly where he remembers those big brown eyes from.

He’s got a sharp look to him, a slit in his eyebrow, double lip piercing, black hair that looks a little wet at the ends from sweating. And he’s got this entirely too tight black shirt on as he taps the beer, biceps bulging as he puts 10 full pints on the bar.

Jimin bites on his lower lip, stares a little longer. Did he work here last year too? Is that it? Or does he just resemble someone he knows from back home?

It’s killing him that he doesn’t know. He wants to ask his name, and maybe his number, but when he leans over the bar with his signature pretty smile the hot guy just hands him his beer with a glare that makes him shiver.

What the fuck is that about?

Jimin stands there a little longer, waits for the guy to turn and look at him, but he just goes and asks people’s orders, doesn’t spare him a single glance.

What a dick.

He huffs and turns around, walks back to his group of friends, but he’s lost them in the crowd.

Instead he feels a pair of hands on his hips, and he looks around to find a guy he hasn’t seen before smirking down at him. And, fuck it, that’s what he’s here for.

For a while he forgets about the guy behind the bar, and just dances with tall guy whose name he didn’t ask. It’s a great distraction.

When he finishes his beer, the guy grabs his glass, nods his head over to the bar.

“Wanna do shots?”

“Hell yes.”

Jimin gets dragged back towards the bar, giggling a little, cheeks red. They wait at the right end of the bar, but the bar guy does not even look in their general direction.

Jimin gives him the benefit of the doubt, because it’s really busy, and he’s working alone. So he waits patiently, until it’s undoubtedly clear that he doesn’t tend to the right side of the bar.

He looks at his hook-up.

“Let’s try the center.”

They move through the crowd, make it to the center of the bar, but even there does the guy behind the bar not look at him.

Jimin frowns, starts to just shout over the music.

“Hey, dude, we’ve been waiting for 10 minutes!”

The bar guy finally grants him a look, and it’s similar to last time. A dark, stern glare, accompanied by that jaw clenching. It’s terrifying but there’s something else too, Jimin feels heat rushing to his face.

“Order then.”

“tequila shots for us please.”

His hook-up says, pointing at the both of them. The guy behind the bar does not even look at him, he just keeps his gaze fixed on Jimin, handing him the pin machine. His hook-up pays for them, and Jimin can’t help but throw a little smirk to the bartender, for no reason other than getting under his skin.

The bar guy then turns to grab their drinks, and Jimin looks at his hook-up, who looks at him.

“What’s up with that guy?”

“Don’t know.” Jimin shrugs, looking at the guy behind the bar, seeing his back muscles flex through his shirt. God, he’s hot. “lack of sex or something.”

He says it a little loud, sees the guy stop in his tracks for a second.

Hah.

The guy then turns around, and all but slams their shot glasses on the bar, making half of the content spill over the edge, before he turns and goes to tend other people on the right side of the bar.

Jimin looks at their shot glasses, sees the salt and limes still there, behind the bar, out of reach.

His hook-up takes one of the glasses.

“Can’t believe that guy handed us naked tequila.”

Jimin looks at the glass on the bar, then at the bartender who keeps to the right side of the bar, and he pokes his tongue in his cheek.

He needs to find out who this guy is and what the fuck his problem is.

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