private checkout, girl | jhs
pairing: store owner!(selective stripper??)!hoseok x reader
warnings: swearing, a little bit of suggestive language but nothing too out there
summary: you get an invite to the party OR the employees here suck
a/n: drabble of the day, I’m back and better than ever even tho this banner (like all of my banners) is ugly. i was thinking of making this a drabble series,,,thoughts?
“Just go in and hand the list to whoever is behind the counter. I think the owner is in today, he’ll take really good care of you.” Namjoon drags the words in a chuckle, your eyes narrowing at the sign that reads Blue Side Liquor in spritely neon.
“What does that mean?” Your eyes scan the list, liquors you could never dream, let alone pronounce, filtering through your lens and the quick pick of your brain before it’s out of sight without a second thought. You almost question the lengthy contract and Namjoon’s insistence that brought you to the sidewalk of the fancy store, the clientele worth more than the stringy crossbody clutched to your chest. “And why couldn’t you come and pick up the alcohol? Everyone is gonna think I’m insane.”
“It was either that or the adult party store, you’re lucky I like you. Besides, you know how Jin loves his alcohol and you want him to have a good time, right?”
“I also know that Jin has an entire line-up of groomsmen and I’m not even invited to the party,” You tut, feet skipping against the concrete uneven and cracked, as you push through the door. The air is cool and crisp and it smells like sanitizer, a wider selection than the local store you frequent with Namjoon and certainly more welcoming. You have no further questions about his lack of appearance, the shatter of a single bottle likely more than a month’s worth of bills. “Why couldn’t Yoongi do it?”
“You aren’t invited because you would ruin the vibes—”
“I would not ruin the vibes, how rude.”
“—Yoongi is busy at the adult party store, keep up.”
“Okay, what are you doing then?”
“I’m managing. Now could you please just do what I’m asking? Jin is counting on you.”
The line clicks dead and your hand shoves to the recesses of your purse, dropping your phone and pulling free a stick of gum which you oh-so-slowly feed past your teeth on your way to the counter. You don’t miss odd looks or the hushed whispers of patrons debating the riches of bourbon that you could only hope to decipher with your mushed brains, savanted in areas other than the shine of a bottle housing liquid gold.
The counter is void, no one to be seen bored and scrolling through a phone or showing off the impressive selection on chic display. You lean against surprising marble, cool along skin kissed by mid summer heat, and glance around for an inkling of service.
“Man, the service here stinks.” You startle, a voice over your shoulder drawing you to face warmth. You immediately duck, too blinded by the swift smile and radiant complexion to engage head on.
His cheeks are well crafted, one of the most beautifully constructed you’ve ever seen. Your hands ache to trace the lines of his jaw to the perfect positioning of apple cheeks that frame eyes of hazelnut, forehead exposed by the brush of hair much the same if not darker.
“Oh, yeah, you would think such a fancy place would have decent employees. Win some, lose some I guess.”
“Ooh, ouch. Well, on behalf of my wonderful employees, I apologize for my poor time management skills.” You shrink inward, that smile a contagion lacking sick when his body glides past yours, hands sure to grip quick to your hips to avoid collision as he rounds the counter. He seems unoffended but the mortification must paint your face if his laughter is any indication of the hilarity he finds in your sudden situation. “I’m Hoseok, and yes, this poor establishment is all mine.”
“Oh my—I’m so sorry. You’re the owner and I just totally insulted your business.” He lets you ramble, arms perching atop the counter to cradle his delicate structure in his hands, hands that draw your eyes with immediate interest where they curl at the tips with a graceful precision. . “If it makes you feel any better, the store I usually go to doesn’t even have really good stuff like this place, but I don’t even know anything about alcohol which I didn’t need to tell you but I can’t seem to stop talking so I would appreciate it if you could tell me how I’m doing with this apology right about now.”
“Tell me how handsome I am and we’ll call it even.” You’re lost for words, but he picks up the slack, his cheeks now tinted with a blush to account for his sudden bashfulness, hands held up in a mock defense to your sputtering. “I’m kidding, I’m sure I couldn’t take it from someone as beautiful as yourself.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” You mutter, compliment heating your palms, your neck, and up to your cheeks. You seem to recall the nature of your occupation at the counter, not blind to the small line forming behind you, customers with more bottles than you can count making your purchase just a little less extreme. You hold the list between your fingers, “I was told that you could help me with this?”
“I may not know how to run a store,” He teases, slipping the notes from your grasp, fingers kissing your own for just a moment, filled with warmth nonetheless. He scans it before regarding you with a satisfied grin. “But I’m damn good with my alcohol. Looks like someone is having a party.”
“A bachelor party.”
“Oh, congratulations. He’s a very lucky guy.” His smile drops just a tad, eyes returning to the list with a renewed interest. You fiddle with a package of playing cards, tongue tracing the dry of your lips to conceal your dazzled gaze.
“Actually I’m not the bride, I’m just in charge of the liquor.”
“Hm, what about the entertainment?”
“Ha, I’m not sure I wanna know what they have planned.” You refuse to imagine the bags that will weigh Yoongi when he’s made it past check-out, silently cursing Namjoon for forcing his hand to save face in front of faces who will remember him for no more than ten seconds after his departure from the store.
“I don’t normally do this, but I would be willing to provide some entertainment if you’re gonna be there.” You almost ask him his brand until he turns back, depositing an armful of bottles to the counter. You note the promiscuous lack of buttons done on his shirt, the material teasing against his flesh, tan skin peeking from a tantalizing tightness of silk. You feel the natural bulge of your eyes, pupils in resolute dilation.
“Oh.Um…I’m not actually gonna be there, I’m just the errand girl so you’d be wasting your time. Apparently, I would ruin the vibes. Thank you though” You almost wish you were the bride, the mere image of perfection taped to your lids damning you and the sudden quake in your knees.
“Funny,” His head tilts, lip sliding between glistening pearls. “I was just thinking the exact opposite. A private show sometime then...and I wouldn’t mind if there was dinner involved.”
“You’re asking me out.” You state dumbly, taken aback by the whole exchange, wondering if the two men, middle aged and still rambling about the presence or lack thereof of a nutty taste to the bottles in their grasp have taken notice of the slight flirtation.
“I’m just saying that the drinks are on the house and you should take my card. That is if you’re comfortable and my horrible customer service hasn’t completely ruined my chances.” You nod, his hands quick tearing a scrap from one of the flyers hanging on the near bulletin to scribble a succession. He slides it over the counter and lifts your bag, a sturdy recyclable rivaling the paper of your usual haunt, in his hands.
“Hobi?” You decipher his scrawl above the summation of numbers in jet black.
“That’s my name, wear it out as much as you want. Let me walk you to your car.” You glance at the line behind you, then to Hoseok who’s appeared at your side without a second thought.
“Shouldn’t you help your other customers?”
“Eh, the employees here suck anyways.”
“Oh, I could get used to that.” He closes his eyes, reveling in the sound of his name dropping from your lips. He opens them to your less enthused look, gesturing to the flow of people and he sighs. “I’m just kidding. Jeongguk!”
The spill of someone from the back of the store is immediate, a dough eyed employee taking station behind the counter. “Was he back there the whole time?”
“Why wasn’t he oh...I don’t know, working?”
“If you saw you walk into the store you wouldn’t let him out here either.”