jeongin was so persistent. he wanted you. the cowboy would always come to the bar you worked at. you served him the best whiskey. but he was sure you tasted better. maybe jeongin could have any woman he wanted. but you were so sassy and bold, it made him feel things.

the minute he walked into the saloon, he approached you. even as you were serving customers, he spoke to you non stop. giving you compliments to telling you random stories. was this true love? jeongin didn’t know if he only wanted to get in your pants anymore.

you gave in, striking a conversation with him as the bar started to die down, it was getting late. jeongin took a swig of his favorite whisky, then set the glass down on the hard wood counter, sighing as your eyes met his.

“darling, let me take you home…”