That doesn’t matter anymore, you had your chance and you blew it (Patreon)

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Jimin is drunk but still not drunk enough to forget about angry jerk behind the bar.

It’s like an obnoxious afterthought after every make out session, and his eyes drag over to the bar to check if he’s still there.

He knows him, Jimin is sure. He knows him from somewhere he just can’t remember and it’s killing him.

So when he’s making out with tall guy number 5, and then looks over at the bar to see angry jerk leaving, someone else taking over the shift, he all but pushes his hook-up aside and wedges his way through the crowd.

He has to stand on his toes to follow where the guy is going, sees him leave through a back door. Jimin pushes his way through, ends up in a back alley in the rain. He sees a few couples make out against the wall, spots the angry jerk putting on a helmet.

Of course he’s got a motorbike.

Jimin walks over to him, almost trips over his own feet, nudges the guy’s shoulder.

“Hey, bartender.”

The guy looks at him, and there’s no doubt about it. Jimin has talked to him before. He recognises those big brown eyes full of wonder with little sparkles in them, before they turn sharp and cold.

“Jimin.”

Oh, fuck.

The guy knows his name, but Jimin doesn’t know his.

He looks for something, tries to come up with a name on the spot, but nothing fits that pretty face.

The guy huffs out a breath.

“You don’t even fucking remember, that’s amazing.”

Ah fuck, this is really blowing his chances. He looks at the guy, now in his entirety, those leather pants weren’t visible when he was just working behind the bar, but they sure look good.

Especially when he sits down on his bike and the fabric stretches around his thighs.

Fuuuuuck Jimin needs to have him for tonight.

He tilts the guy’s head by his chin, gives him a look that he knows gets most guys weak in the knees.

“What if you take me home, and make me remember?”

The guy’s pupils dilate, and for a second Jimin believes he’s on the right track. But then the guy grabs his wrist and drags it away from his face.

“You haven’t changed a bit.”

The guy then turns on the motor, and Jimin just stands there, rejected.

“What’s- what’s your name? Can I at least get your number? Maybe we could talk it out?”

He’s not giving up that fast, a guy wearing leather pants on a motorbike? He probably has tattoos, he probably has a huge dick as well.

The guy just rolls his eyes.

“That doesn’t matter anymore, you had your chance and you blew it.”

Jimin doesn’t even get to ask another question, the guy just takes off on his bike, and he stands there in the rain, trying to remember

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