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The first day you met Tae just so happened to be on the first day of your shift, and he had been your personal hell ever since.
He was annoying, arrogant, cocky, flirtatious, and not to mention… super fucking hot.
And that was the most annoying part.
On your end, you were just trying to pay your way through college. You had a ton of bills and debt that always seemed to keep piling up, and the only way you could even remotely keep it at bay was for you to work the night shift at Jackie’s, a little bar in the oldest part of town.
You were so grateful to have the job you didn’t ask what kind of customers you would be having, expecting old drunkards and maybe some tired workers wanting relaxation after a hard day.
What you were not expecting, was the constant trickle of hot men and women who flowed in and out all night, the most frequent of which was a fiery redhead called Tae.
He had quickly become the bane of your existence, coming in every night for drinks and staying for at least an hour, calling you his jagiya, getting on your nerves, and flirting with you until he threw down your tip with a cocky wink and swaggered out of the bar to go who knows where.
He came in every night at the same time, left around the same time, and left you thinking about all the shit he said to you until you were red in the face with anger.
Every. Single. Day.
You look up from wiping the counter as the bell dings above the door, 9:00pm on the dot.
The man of the hour had arrived.
You sigh and try to offer him the customer service courtesy smile. “Hello, Tae.”
“Jagiya! How’s my favorite girl?” He gives you a wicked smile and leans across the counter to give you a kiss on the cheek, but you step back, causing him to miss and curse as you roll your eyes and turn towards the liquor bottles behind you.
“What will it be today Tae? Rum and coke?”
He smiles and sits down on a stool, resting his chin in his hand. “You always know exactly what I want.”
“You’re here every day.”
“But you still took the time to memorize my order…”
You turn your head and give him an uninterested look as he continues to smile at you and tap his fingers on the counter.
“You literally have ordered the same thing, every single day, for the past six months. How could I not know it at this point?”
His smile only grows wider and he folds both this hands under his chin. “I think you like me.”
You snort and slide him his drink, picking up your dishcloth again. “I don’t think ‘like’ is the word I would use…”
He pouts and sticks out his tongue at you before picking up his drink. “Meanie.”
You roll your eyes. He had his cute moments, but they usually didn’t last long.
Sure enough, as soon as he’s tasted his drink he’s dropped his cute stance and is looking at you again. “So how would you describe me then?”
You set down the glass you pulled out and point a finger at him. “Cockily Arrogant Sexy Bastard Fuckboy.”
He blinks in surprise before whistling low and picking up his drink and smirking at you over the glass. “Aw, you think I’m sexy.”
“I take it back. Now you’re only a Cockily Arrogant Bastard Fuckboy.”
He points back at you. “Yeah, but a Sexy one.”
You roll your eyes and begin to load some of the dirty dishes into the now empty dishwasher.
“Question for ya,” you ask, arranging the various cups and shot glasses.
“Shoot,” Tae replies, sending you another easy smile.
You close the dishwasher and stand up fully. “What exactly do you do for a living? You’re here every night, dressed like you’re about to either go to court or I don’t know, run a club, but if you ran a club I would then ask why you’re here when you could be getting free drinks there…”
“…I’m an escort.”
You snort and lean back from the counter. “Sure you are.”
Looking genuinely offended he gestures to himself. “Do I not look good enough to be an escort?”
You shake your head smirking. “Oh, you definitely look good enough to be an escort…” you catch yourself and stop, blushing furiously.
Shit, you did NOT just say that to his face.
He smirks and swirls his drink. “So you do think I’m good looking…”
You send him a glare. “I never said you weren’t.”
He raises his eyebrows and tips his drink back. “Mhm…”
You slap down your towel again and begin to unload the dishwasher. “Alright then, Mr. Escort, tell me, are you any good?”
You quirk an eyebrow as you begin to re-stack the shot glasses in your cupboard, waiting for his reply.
He smirks and empties his glass again, holding it out. You’re almost done re-mix his drink when he speaks.
“Very good. But it’s not like you could ever afford me.”
Cocky bastard.
“Why in the world would I ever want to spend a night with you?” you spit, spinning around and slamming his refill in front of him just a little too hard.
He raises an eyebrow and leans forward. “So you’re interested.”
“I’m not.” You lean over the counter and meet his gaze. “N. O. T. Not.”
He searches your eyes for a minute before leaning back and taking another sip of his drink and lowering his voice. “I bet I could fuck you so good you would be ruined for any other man.”
You roll your eyes. That arrogance.“I’d have to find a few men who would be willing to ruin me first.”
He looks up at you, almost… shocked. “Wait, are you a virgin?”
You shoot him a glare. “What’s it to you?”
He shrugs and downs the last of his drink holding out his glass for another refill. “No need to get defensive, jagi, I’m just curious.”
You snatch it from his hand and begin to pour the rum.
“So what if I am?!” you snap, adding the cola and mixing it with a spoon.
You slide the drink back to him and he looks into it. “Can I get a few more ice cubes?”
You huff but drag his drink back to you, popping the icebox and plunking in a few more. “There.”
He takes it back in silence and sips it, almost lost in thought until you can’t take it anymore.
“Say something.” You find yourself asking, tense about what he’s thinking.
“Something.” He says back casually, sucking an ice cube into his mouth.
“Oh, nevermind.” You huff and head to the other side of the bar to check on your other customers.
Why do you care what he thinks? It’s totally okay to be a virgin at any age…
What if he offers to take your virginity?
Shut up he wouldn’t offer that.
But what if he did?
Imagine that fire red hair between your fingers… between your legs…
You shudder and clamp down on your thoughts as you pick up the dishcloth and wipe the counter, working your way back to where Tae sits.
“Have you at least been kissed?” Tae blurts, and you look up to see him staring at you intensely.
You blush hard and slowly shake your head before looking back down, suddenly very interested in the nicks on the table before you. You hear him take a sharp intake of breath and you look up to see him biting his lip.
“Don’t act so surprised!” You snap, raising your wet dishcloth, ready to slap him.
Instead of replying, he leans over the counter and stops your raised hand with his, tugging your wrist down. He gently tilts your chin with the fingers of his other hand and pulls you closer to him before softly pressing his mouth to yours.
His mouth is warm and it feels different, but not in a bad way. It’s so soft, but also firm - almost demanding. Before you have the chance to react and decide whether you want to kiss him back, he’s pulling away and you immediately miss his warmth.
You stare at him wide-eyed and mouth a little open in shock as he leans back and slips off his stool before downing the rest of his drink.
“That one was free,” he murmurs low and winks, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and sliding bills across the counter to you. “See you tomorrow… jagi.”
He abruptly turns on his heel and walks out of the bar, leaving you flushed and wanting behind him.
“Ass,” you hiss as the door swings shut behind him, hating that he just left like that… and hating that your fingers can’t seem to stop drifting to your mouth, over and over again, for the rest of your shift.