"Bartender"

"Hold me all night"

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"Bartender"

"Our love's a lie"

Minho was not fond of his job. It paid well, the hours were somewhat acceptable and his conditions are good. Let him rephrase it. He disliked what came with his job. He did not mind mixing drinks and occasionally showing off, he did not mind the bass of the music or the smell of strong alcohol. He minded the people. So many people, so many problems.

They always talked to him and hoped for conversation. Minho is typically not the kind of man to open up to strangers. That is simply not who he is. So he kept his expression blank and his sentences short. He delivered the drinks, he gave them the bill, and sometimes he kept his mouth shut when he saw the same man come in with a different woman than from the last time. It wasn't his business. He was just doing his job.

Sometimes that entailed flirting back. He was not one to say no to the opportunity to live a bit more extravagantly for a week or so. So he'd smile, flashing his teeth and biting the hook. To keep the money flowing, sure. Gladly, even. But just because he flirted back or engaged in conversations about the universe and everyones existence didn't mean he cared about these people. Most of the time, he really couldn't care less. There had been a few instances where he did care, a girl being bothered, a man passed out from one drink too many, another girl that surely wasn't over 18 as her ID suggested.

Generally, he did not care, however. The numbers slipped to him were recieved with a sly smile but ended up in his trashcan the moment he arrived home. The touches on his forearms and hands ended up being scrubbed away without any lingering thoughts. He did not spare these interactions any mind, not anymore.

But around one month ago, someone had caught his attention. Choosing always the first seat of the bar, ordering the same drink, never getting up to dance. Rejecting advances from strangers but observing them. Minho found himself drawn to the figure, patient but intruiged to learn when words would finally be said.

And when one day he caved and initiated conversation first, he found conversation flowed easily and banter started quickly. Minho was in deep, just reluctant to admit it.

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