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Blue Hawaii - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)
⛈️ Summary: A bad summer storm changes how you see Seonghwa, a bothersome patron of the bar you work at.
⛈️ Word count: 9k
⛈️ Genre warnings: one shot smut. fem pronouns for reader. very light enemies to lovers. smoking and drinking. hair pulling (hwa receiving). biting (reader receiving). oral sex. unprotected sex. creampie.
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this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.
The bar is incredibly crowded, overly loud, smells unmistakably like salt water and you are pretty sure another one of those silly drink umbrellas has just crunched under your shoe. You are in your element.
Saturday night, middle of summer, height of tourist season. The beachside bar you work at is a stopping point for many looking to get drunk before wobbling back to their hotels and you love to take advantage of it. There is easy money to be had charming tourists who have come here to soak in the sun and then to soak in the booze underneath the moonlight. Of course, pretending to be kind, patient and charming to get their money is utterly exhausting.
A breeze kicks up, cutting through the open windows and through the small bar. The wind chimes above the bar top move although it is impossible to hear over the din of the music and conversation. Your brain automatically fills the noise in as you slide a drink over to a drunken divorcee who has spent the past ten minutes telling you how much she hates her ex-husband. You nod in a sympathetic manner, hoping this will pay off and result in a large tip. A big storm is supposed to roll in tomorrow night and the bar will most likely be closed. Better make what you can tonight.
Distantly, you can hear two men talking to your right, having just sat down. Their voices are familiar and you know that they aren’t tourists but locals. Those are harder to charm because you see them often enough that the placid and artificial veneer of being pleasant becomes transparent.
“I think I’m going to order a Blue Hawaii,” The first man says and you recognize it as Hongjoong, a painter that comes in every week or so to grab a drink. But where there is Hongjoong, there is…
“Really?” Seonghwa drawls, “Last time I took a sip of yours, it was so weak that I thought I was drinking water. And the same bartender that made it is working tonight. You’re better off just getting a beer than having her make anything.”
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