୧ ׄ 𓂃 nightclub — 10:30 pm 🍹'

it was a holiday night, and unwillingly, you were dragged by your friends to party and enjoy the end of the day at a nightclub, which, due to the crowd's holiday, was packed. your friends, unlike you, danced, spinned, and laughed, as if the night had no end. and for you, it really didn't, as you occasionally checked your phone every five minutes, asking if it was time to go back home.

after exhausting themselves from all the jumping, your friends decided to relax and catch their breath, and of course you had to tag along, otherwise you would get lost in the crowd. and together, you all went to rest and chat at the bar.

from afar, behind the counter, was yuta, a bartender. he was busy polishing glasses and watching the crowd, as he noticed your boredom – a stark difference from your friends. yuta's gaze lingered on you for a moment before he turned and reached for something behind the counter.

a few minutes passed. then, suddenly, a glass slid in front of you. you blinked, glanced at the drink with a look of 'i didn't order that', and at yuta, who was responsible for the glass.

“it’s on me.” yuta bluntly stated, leaning his elbow on the counter in front of you, not smiling, but not cold either – just calm, as if this was his routine.