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It was yet another late night on the job. It was a merchandise retail type of store and on occasion you were scheduled to work the late night freight. Other than the fact that you would've preferred to be at home, you really didn't mind working the late nights. The store was usually closed to the public by then and those few of you who worked actually had a fun time. You would play music or listen to your earphones. Obnoxiously rude language and humor would come out since there were no customers. The late night manager was a pretty laid-back and quiet guy, so other than giving you our initial orders for the night he pretty much kept to himself. Very rarely would he actually join the crew for pizza when you all took your dinner break. He was a Korean guy named Yoongi. He was really skinny and his hair was a little long and fell into his face quite often. You've never really seen him smile outside of the tight twist of his lips that he gave to fellow managers when he had to speak with them. Normally he seemed to have this grumpy attitude about him that tended to keep people away. But either way, you never seemed to mind his presence when you had to work near him. He was quiet- and so were you for the most part. Normally you would both have earphones in your ears working. You never really spoke to him unless you absolutely had to.
One such night your crew ended the work a lot earlier than anticipated. It was around midnight when you typically ended a late-night shift around 2 or 3 in the morning. Some of your coworkers were eager to get home, and normally you would've been too, but you overheard Yoongi and one of the guys named Craig talking about stopping by the bar before heading home, since they're used to this late-night shift and with it ending so early they were still pretty wired. Craig seemed to be the only employee that you ever saw Yoongi talking with, outside of work-related issues. Craig was this tall sandy-haired guy that most of the girls always drooled over. Unfortunately one of these said girls was Holly, your closest friend from work. She pinched your arm as you walked past the two men talking, and you stopped next to her, cursing at her and rubbing your arm.
"What the hell was that for?" you fussed at her.
"Ssssh!" she glowered, gesturing with both hands for you to lower your voice so she can continue eavesdropping on Craig and Yoongi's conversation.
"They're heading to the bar. I want to go," Holly whined.
"Maybe they'll let us join them if we asked," piped up a blond girl, Lacey, from beside her. You roll your eyes. You had no desire to follow Craig around all night, or really to even go to a bar. But you weren't ready to go home yet, either. So, out of boredom, you just shrugged, willing to go along with whatever. Holly squealed, taking your apathy as encouragement.
She nudged Lacey's arm. "You go. You're cuter. They won't say no to you."
Lacey smirked and hopped down from the platform where she and Holly were sitting. She walked up to Craig and Yoongi, pouting her lips and turning her blonde charm up to 100. You couldn't quite hear what all she said- and for that you were grateful- because her nasally and over-pouty voice made you cringe. You rolled your eyes fiercely and you shook your head. Please do not let Lacey and Holly portray the female gender as a whole.
It never ceased to amaze you how pathetic men could be, so you weren't the least bit surprised that Craig caved into Lacey's charm and flashed you and Holly a flirtatious smile as he agreed that you could all join him and Yoongi.
In the parking lot Craig was all too happy to climb into the front seat of Holly's car while Lacey was quick to jump into the backseat, abandoning her own car for the sake of not losing sight of the beach bum babe. You were standing perfectly still, just watching them, a look of disgust on your face.
"Are you getting in the car or are you just going to stand there?" A deep, sharp voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned your head and saw Yoongi standing at the driver's side of a black car with the door open. He was looking at you expectantly.
"Uh..." You threw a look over at Holly- whom you had ridden to work with- but she was already pulling out onto the road. "Yeah, I guess so." You opened the passenger door of Yoongi's car and slid into the worn seat. "Thanks for the ride," you said sheepishly, very aware that this was the first time you'd ever been in such a close space with Yoongi.
He grunted in response. The drive was mostly quiet, and you felt it was awkward silence, but that may have just been on your behalf. You kept looking at him, trying not to be obvious about it. You had always thought he was attractive, but watching the way the streetlights played on his features made him seem even more so. At one point you thought you saw the barest hint of a grin cross his face, but it was gone in an instant and you questioned whether you ever saw it at all. He glanced at you, meeting your eyes for a brief second, lifting his eyebrows, then he reached a pale long-fingered hand to turn on the radio. He then sat back in his seat, fingers drumming along to the music on the steering wheel, and he didn't look at you or speak to you for the rest of the drive.
Once at the bar you practically tumbled out of the car, eager to get away from the awkwardness. You join Holly inside as she was ordering drinks. You weren't a big beer drinker, and this bar didn't make many mixed drinks, so you settled for a whiskey sour. Craig and Yoongi hung together for the first little while, until your lame-ass friends grew too impatient. Both girls in full swing pulled Craig to the pool table trying to get him to spend time with them. They tried to get Yoongi to join but he waved his hands and shook his head, saying he was terrible at the game. Instead he went off to the corner to play some darts. You stayed where you were in a seat at the bar, turned to face the crowd, watching Holly's sad attempts at trying to play badly at pool. You knew for a fact she was a pretty good player. She just wasn't going to let Lacey get all the Craig attention.
You rolled your eyes and turned around on your seat. As you did so your eyes met those of a guy sitting a few seats down from you. You gave a small smile out of courtesy and quickly turned away, putting your full attention on your drink. And just as you were hoping would not happen, the guy moved to the vacant seat next to you and began to talk to you in a drunken slur.
He gave the typical lines "What's a nice place like you doing in a rough girl like this?" and inquired whether or not you had a boyfriend. You tried to be polite but firm in your attempts to be rid of him. But that only encouraged the sloppy drunken man. He leaned towards you, whether his attention was to whisper in your ear or do something lewd you weren't sure, and you didn't want to find out. He stumbled and his full weight fell onto you, his face grinning up from your collarbone where he had fallen.
"Hey! M-my boyfriend won't like you getting this c-close to me. Get off!" You tried to push him away but he was too heavy. You catch a familiar raven-haired skinny frame pass by and you desperately grab at his sleeve. Yoongi turns to look at you, surprise on his face.
"My b-boyfriend is here, and he doesn't look very happy that you're all over me!" You give Yoongi a pleading look.
He rolls his eyes, but quickly grabs onto the man and jerks him back with surprising strength. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yells in the man's face, stepping between you and the man, grabbing your hand as you stand behind him. "Stay the fuck away from my girl. Come on, babe," he said, draping his arm over your shoulder and ushering you through the crowd.
When you were far enough away from the bar you scooted out from under his arm, but he didn't release you completely. He settled it around your waist and kept a firm grip on your side.
"Th-thanks for that," you stammered. "I'm sorry I pulled you into it but I didn't know what else to do. I really owe you one for that."
The look on his face was almost amused as he studied you. For the first time it was like he was really seeing you. The smile that appeared on his lips was soft, and in effect it softened the rest of his features. However, the words that came out of his mouth were a sharp contrast.
"Yes, you do owe me one. And I know exactly what you're going to do for me."