BTS Imagines 3

Taehyung ♡ Jazz Club

Word count: 2,144

You swirled the remainder of your drink around in your glass, the smooth and soft sounds of jazz being played in the club, soothing your mind and body. Your foot tapped unconsciously on the metal bar your shoe soles rested on, enjoying the atmosphere in the establishment. On the dance floor were multiple couples as well as some people going solo, all of them being senior citizens. You were used to that, no one around your age enjoyed going to jazz bars, especially because no one around your age liked jazz. That was perfectly fine with you, this place was like an escape for you, somewhere to come and relax while listening to some good music. Sometimes you would even join the small crowd on the dance floor if you were feeling good. Since you frequented the club often, you made a few acquaintances, getting familiar with the staff and some of the other regular visitors.

"I think I'm gonna head home for the evening." You mentioned, fishing out some cash to pay for your drink, placing it onto the bar top.
"Alright." The bartender, one of whom you had gotten to know since first stepping into the club, nodded and placed the cash into the register. "Have a good night."
"You too." You waved over your shoulder and headed towards the exit.

Frequenting the jazz bar was the perfect way for you to de-stress and relax after a long day. You enjoyed the music and getting to chat with some of the senior citizens that also enjoyed visiting the bar. Plus, it's much better than some crowded club full of drunks and flirtatious men. This place was much more toned down and allowed you to actually enjoy yourself.

Stepping inside your apartment, you headed straight for your room and kicked your shoes off, dropping your bag on the carpeted floor, lazily moving over to your dresser to retrieve your pajamas.
Once out of your suffocating daytime attire, you allowed yourself to fall back onto your bed, sinking into the mattress. You only had a couple drinks but the sleepiness that came with it was slowly starting to take over. You dragged yourself to the bathroom and managed to get through your bedtime routine before turning in for the night.

A week passed before you found yourself at the jazz club again. It was Friday night and after a long work week, you were looking forward to seeing what band would be playing at the club, eager to hear some good music.
Taking your place at the bar, you ordered your usual drink, your foot tapping rhythmically on the rungs of the stool you sat on.

"We've got some fresh meat here today." The bartender commented, sliding your drink over.
"What do you mean?" You inquired.
He jerked a thumb towards the crowd of senior citizens on the dance floor, a young man, perhaps in his 20s, with bouncy, chestnut-colored hair standing in the middle, his eyes closed as he danced along to the soothing jazz, snapping his fingers with the beat, seeming to be in his own little world.
"Who's that?"
"Don't know. He showed up a few days ago. The regulars seem to like him a lot."
You rummaged in your bag and paid for the drink, keeping your eyes locked on the handsome stranger on the dance floor while sipping on your beverage.
As far as you were aware, you were the only person attending the club regularly that wasn't a senior citizen. Not many people in your age range enjoyed jazz music, let alone spent time in jazz clubs.
You watched from your seat at the bar as the handsome stranger danced in a carefree manner, visibly feeling the music flow through him, controlling his movements. You had to admit, the man was mesmerizing and hard to take your eyes off of.
At some point, he started dancing with one of the elderly ladies in the crowd, spinning her a few times with a big grin on his face.

A presence pulled your attention away from the dance floor and directed it to the seat on your left.
"Evening, Y/n." One of the regulars, Mr. Lee greeted you with a warm smile.
"Good evening, Mr. Lee."
"Have you seen the dashing young man on the dance floor?"
"I have. He's new, right?"
"He is."
You observed the man who was still absorbed in the music, snapping his fingers to the rhythm.
"You know, me and some of the others think you should go talk to him."
The others meant the rest of the regulars in the club. Of course, as soon as a good-looking young man steps foot in the bar, the first thing everyone does is try to get the both of you together since you're the only other young person who frequents the establishment.
You chuckled amusedly. "I don't think so."
"Why not? He's a fine young man and it seems he likes jazz just as much as you."
"Thanks but no thanks."
Mr. Lee heaved a sigh, pushing himself up from the stool. "Suit yourself."
When he walked away, you finished the rest of your drink, sliding the empty glass away from you so the bartender could pick it up when he walked by.