Mr. Boss

Chapter-35😭

Jungkook's pov

Present (Two weeks post- Taehyung)

Me, the sole patron at the bar at ten-fifteen in the morning. Nursing the end of my first drink.

Around four,still in the bar and I was again all by my lonesome. A few old timers had straggled in and staggered out throughout the day. But the day crowd was slim to none. Which suited me fine. Alcohol was my only choice for company the last two weeks anyway.

Chang, the bartender, attempted to strike up a conversation after returning to the bar with a crate filled with wet glasses from the back. For the past few weeks, all my answers had been curt. I'd thought he would have stopped trying by now.

"Not many early morning folks pay with hundred-dollar bills every day." He dried glasses with a hand towel and stacked them away under the bar.

"I'll bring my piggy bank tomorrow. Pay with change so I fit the part better."

He squinted, looking me over. "You could use a shave and a haircut, if you ask me, but your clothes are pretty nice, too."

"Glad I meet the dress code." I looked around the empty bar. "You should think about getting rid of it. Might drum up some business." I sipped my drink.

Chang shook his head. "Got a good job?"

"Own my own company."

"What are you, some sort of high-falutin, stock-trading-type guy?"

"Not exactly."

"Lawyer?"

"Nope. Got a wife?" I asked.

"Yeah. Milly. Old bird, but keeps herself in good shape still."

"My company makes pain-free ladies' grooming wax. And some other stuff. Milly is more my customer than you."

His face scrunched up. "Grooming wax? What the hell is that?"

"Removes hair in places women don't want it. Bikini line, legs..." I took out a wad of cash from my pocket and tossed a hundred on the bar. "Some women like to be bald down below, if you know what I mean."

"Are you pulling my leg?"

For some reason, that question reminded me of Taehyung and the first night we met, how he'd gone along with my bullshit stories. Suddenly I couldn't sit on this barstool any more.

"Nope." I knocked twice on the bar. "Same time tomorrow?"

"I'll be here."

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The ache in my chest that I could usually dull at the bar returned when my eyes landed on Sehun's guitar. So I took a healthy swig from the alcohol bottle i have just open up. And stared at the guitar some more.

That...led to another swig.

Maybe two.

Since my eyes were apparently unable to see anything else, I shut them, letting my head loll back on the top of the couch. An image of Taehyung filled the darkness. He looked so beautiful beneath me, smiling with his big doe eyes. So I opened my eyes again and took another gulp from my bottle while staring at the guitar.

As I swallowed, my lids drifted closed again. Taehyung bending over my desk, looking back at me while he bit his lip nervously and waited for me to take him.

Another swig.

Eventually, I must have passed out. Because I woke to daylight streaming in the window and the sound of my doorbell being pressed over and over again.