Jaeyong One Shots

Desire

Summary: Taeyong could list a million reasons why he shouldn't just waltz over to the guy seated across from him at the bar, blatantly undressing him with his eyes. Yes, he definitely shouldn't, this was certainly not the reason why he came.

Mature content!!!

Word count: 2.9k

Song recs:
Desire by Meg Myers
Jealous Sea by Meg Myers

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Feeling the dull ache of his contracted muscles, he stretches his limbs to their maximum potential, a muted yawn escaping through parted lips. He feels his nerves buzzing rapidly just below his skin, just scratching at the surface and sending tingles up his spine, signaling him that he had been seated at his dreaded desk for far too long.

Taeyong quickly shoots upwards from his chair, wobbly legs ebbing to and fro as if he had almost forgotten how to stand. He had just completed an eleven-hour shift at the office, the third one this week, no thanks to his coworkers who took the liberty of pushing him around and shoveling all of their extra loads on him to complete. He was in great need of a cocktail of Xanax, vodka ice and some heavily medicated pain killers.

Stacking the documents he had completed on his coworkers' desks, he took a lasting glance around the office before turning the overhead lights off and walking through the door. He worked twice as hard, but still it went unnoticed by his boss. A young office worker in his mid-twenties, his second year in the company and yet the annual bonus he receives doesn't make it all worth it.

Taeyong sighs and proceeds to the elevator. After traveling down to the lobby, he exits the building and could feel that familiar buzz resurfacing once more. He heads in the direction of his car and wastes no time, starting the engine and driving away.

His eyes are saddled with tiredness, unflattering lines at their corners and if he didn't look like it enough, Taeyong was bone tired. Despite all that, he had no intention of turning in for the night without easing some of his tension. And so, he sets out to the local pub he often frequented on nights such as this. When he wanted to refuel and put his problems into liquid and tangible form - his only resolve, bitter yet primitive, temporarily inhibiting his senses. As if his stress could melt away at a single drop of liquor.

He parks his car, and moves towards the bar's entrance, stepping through the doorway. He loosens his tie and removes his cuff links, pocketing them into the front pocket of his slacks. He then walks over to the bar counter and immediately took a seat on one of the empty the stools.

The place was comparative to any usual bar; booths and tables at the back for a semblance of privacy and a small podium at the front where they sometimes had live music. The bar itself was a few metres long, enclosed by a thin semicircular counter with enough room for the two bartenders to walk past each other, without brushing each other's shoulder. The discotheque lighting with its kaleidoscope of colours, reflected from the many stemware that hung from the racks below two large cabinets and the bottles of premium liquor seated on the shelves beside them.

Taeyong beckons to the bartender closest to him. "A bottle of beer, please," he requests, knowing that he should probably take it easy if he's going to drive himself home tonight. Soon the bartender returns and sets the bottle down, along with an overly flamboyant blue cocktail. Submerged blackberries, blueberries and cherries at the bottom and crystals of sugar lining the rim of the glass and an orange slice speared over it. With one click of the lighter and the beverage was set ablaze, a translucent layer of blue flame alight on top of it. "Excuse me, I didn't order this." he states, pointing a finger at the fancy cocktail.