Little Big Problems

After a past relationship ends on bad terms, Jimin shuts away the little side of himself out of fear. However months later maniges to get him self drunk after a bad day at work and opens up a bit to much to the friendly bar tender, now that bartender wants to help.

Chapter 1: A really bad day

Notes:

Hi their, this is my first time writing on hear. I hope you enjoy and i apologise for bad grammar and spelling, i have a type of dyslexia and it's hard to correct everything. Make sure to leave a comment and a kudos if you enjoy!
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Chapter Text

There was a constant chatter around me as I walked from the kitchen out to the bar, hot plates in hand. A constant back and forth of, take food, clear table, take food, clear table, it was simple work that could numb the mind once you got into the rhythm of it. Normally I would be a great worker, always polite to patrons and helping out wherever needed if there was no food to take or table to clear by taking drinks orders at the bar (even if I was only competent at poring a pint and getting a glass of pepsi) I would even take orders in the restaurant if my co-workers needed help in their. Today, though, was just a really, really bad day. So first of all, I fuck up a drink order that I took in the restaurant, even though it technically wasn't me who put the order on the till, it was Sally who mistakenly put the drink in wrong for me when I asked for help. This then resulted in my least favourite manager calling me over and making some snarky comment towards me for putting in an alcoholic order for someone that looked about twelve, although it wasn't me, but I like Sally and I couldn't be bothered to argue about it after non-stop rushing around for two hours. The next thing was even less my fault, a small group of people came to order food (thankfully I didn't take the order myself, I hate working on the till) said people wanted their starters and main to be taken out to their table at the same time, so I informed the kitchen on behalf of the manager as it was insanely busy today. It was all fine until about fifteen minutes later when I was taking food to the earlier mentioned group, thankfully I had a senior member of staff that took the other half of the food with me because the group then decided that they wanted their food at separate times which lead to me standing there trying my best not to look awkward as I placed down the starters and then scurried of to leave my senior to deal with it. That its self wasn't too bad, it was the fact that a moment later after taking food to another table I heard chatter between the manager and senior with my name coming up. Now that not only made me extremely paranoid of what they were saying about me, but also just really annoyed me. Sally was quick to say I hadn't done anything wrong as she had been there to hear everything, but I couldn't help but feel on edge.

This last thing was just the icing on the shit cake, the last thing I needed was my ADD brain being an asshole at the exact wrong time. Now running food was really simple when you learn all the table numbers (which I have for the bar, restaurant was more troublesome) you literally go to kitchen when you hear the bell, one of the chefs tell you what number the food is going to, and then you take it, simple. But oh yeah.... lucky that I have soup for brains because as soon as i walkout in to the main foyer I forget the number, that's like three seconds it took for me to completely forget what I was doing. Sally was right behind me, so I asked her to go check the table number for me, then realized it wasn't the best idea as I stood there like a total idiot with two hands full of heavy plates of food and then my dick head manager shouts at me from the side "What are you doing? Don't just stand there, take the food!"

At that time, due to me stressing out and beating my self up on the inside, the only response I could come up with was "I don't know where I'm going"

That apparently wasn't torture enough because moments later the she devil called me over "Jimin you have to make sure you pay attention to what the chefs tell you, please, please, please just listen to them! Surely it can't be that hard, and you can't just stand there like someone's lost child! Just pay attention!" She said, while waving her hands around. Talking to me in the same tone you would to a naughty kid that just wouldn't do as they were told.

Like I said, the icing to the shit cake that was today. It may seem like a small thing but for me it's a bigger blow than I like would to admit, what type of guy would spend the next hour of their shift wiping away a stray tear while no one was looking and then praying that they would stay in while I was surrounded by patrons and co workers. "Yeah, I get it that I should be told about my mistakes, but she did not have to fucking talk to me like that! Like I was a bloody...bloody, I don't fuckin know man!! Just what the fucky fuck with her and her dumb stupid face! FUCK!"

I sighed, taking a swig of my drink. It's like the fifth, sixth, seventh drink? I don't even know at this point. After my shift I rushed out as fast as I could, I didn't want to be at home alone, so I came here. A stylish little bar called midnight rain that I started coming to a few months ago, I think I'm one of the regulars at this point. Well considering that the bar tenders know my name and I know theirs, I'm guna change my answer to a yes, although this is the first time I have actually got drunk here.

"Yeah... that does sound like a really shit time, and your manager sounds like a total bitch. She shouldn't be talking to her staff like that, even if they have made a mistake"

"Fanks yoon, you're good at listing. Maybe you should be like a profeshinal listner or sumthin" Yoongi chuckled, he was polishing a glass at the moment as he listened to me babble with slurred words. He always listened. When I first came in here he was working and from that point on I made it a habit to sit with a glass of Malibu lemonade and quietly observe the eye candy that happens to be named Min Yoongi. I didn't originally intend to get pally with him, I really don't have confidence to go and chat up any handsome man I see, but it just played out this way. Two months after coming in every week on a Friday, getting the same order from the same handsome man, and he randomly invited me to sit at the bar instead of the cosy side table I had originally taken up. He would chat with me whenever it got quiet, it took me some time to get used to the interaction but here we are two months later practically being besties.

"I'm not so sure if that's a job, plus I like working here. How else would I get to talk to you every Friday?" He winks with a smile, setting down the glass somewhere behind him, then grabbing another and starting the process over again.

I gasp, pointing an accusing finger at him, "You, you flurterer!!" I shake my head disappointedly, "I think ima need another to deal with your antics sirrr" If I hadn't been red due to the alcohol I definitely would be now. He chuckles again and shakes his head back at me.

"I think you have had quite enough for one night min" He takes my empty glass, placing it somewhere I can't see and then disappears in to a room behind the bar before returning to me and my classic puppy dog eyes and pout.

"That trick may work on Miyara, but it won't work on me, plus, it's closing time"

"WHAT!?" I rush to look at my phone, the time reading as "00:04"

"What the shit? When did it get to there?" I'm so confused, iv been sat here for about three hours. My gaze follows Yoongi as he does a quick once over of the bar, making sure the widows are latched and collecting an empty glass before swiftly giving the table a wipe over. I'm the only other person here besides Yoongi. I was only supposed to be here for one drink and then walk home. Groaning loudly, I let my head fall to the bar.

"Ahhhh, that hurtt my brain" I giggle a bit heheh, brain pain. Why is that funny? Dunno, but it sounds funny.

"Do you have any way to get home, Jimin? Anyone to pick you?" It's only then that I realize the pale man is stood opposite me again, only this time he has a thick coat over his white shirt and waistcoat and a bag on the side that I'm guessing is his. I loudly sigh, resting my head in my hands as I shake it softly.

"ima hafta walk, damn it. I can't be bothered to walk, iss cold and ima be cold now. Ohhhhh fuck life mann" I grumble, sliding off the stool on to my wobbly legs. When did everything get wobbly? Oh, walking home is gunna be fun on deaz jelly legs. I look down at where my bag is, before I can reach for Yoongi comes in to frame and picks it up for me.

"You want me to take you home? Or I could call you a cab, and we can wait in here for it?" When I look up to Yoongi it's a little over whelming, the look on his face. He looks worried and like he cares about me. I don't even realize what happens straight away, it hits like bricks and I can't help but cry. I totally look like an idiot right now, but there is suddenly a hand on my shoulder and soft words directed at me.

"Hey, what's wrong, min? What's got you upset all of a sudden?" Okay now Yoongi looks even more worried. Oh. God, I don't like this, there's just so much of everything that comes in to my head. The shitty day really hitting hard now and the idea that I'm going to get home and be greeted with nothing other than the sound of myself, I hate being alone. And now Yoongi looks sad, I don't want to make him sad as well. With that, I crumble, leaning closer to Yoongi and resting my head on his shoulder while I let out a sob. Yoongi keeps a hand on my shoulder and uses his other to rub up and down my arm.

"Oh min, It's okay. Everything is gonna be okay."

We stood for what feels like ages until I calmed down enough to talk, now starting to feel numb and really not liking how wobbly I am now.

"Can you take me home please, Yoongs?" I whisper in a croaked voice.

"Course I can, let's get you home" Yoongi gives my arm one last stroke and then lets me go, grabbing my bag that he had put on the floor at some point during that hole thing and then grabbing his own from the bar. A gentle hand is placed behind my shoulder as he walks me through the silent bar, momentarily stopping to turn off the lights before walking the last few steps and opening the door before ushering me out. Cold wind slaps me across the face, the tear lines on my face almost sting from it. I wish I had grabbed a coat before going to work, I hate the cold. The other man fiddles with the door for a moment, making sure it's secure, before stretching up and puling down a metal barrier I hadn't noticed before. He then kneels on the floor, producing a padlock and securing it through a loop on the bottom of the barrier and a small metal loop that protrudes from the floor.

"Come on then" With that his hand is back on my shoulder as we begin to walk again. It's a short walk to the ally next to the bar where Yoongis car is, he unlocks it with a click as he guides me to the passenger side and opens the door for me to clumsily get in. After he's made sure I'm seat belted in, the door closes and the driver's side door opens seconds later with a quick rush of cold wind before it shuts again. Yoongi hands me my bag with a speedy smile and then tosses his own to the back seat somewhere. He then grabs a satnav from a compartment between our seats and then asks for my address. At this point, it's a surprise I even remember it. The drive passes in a heart beet, I didn't live far off, probably a 10-minute drive, although I can't say for sure at the moment. My head is completely fuzzy and zoned out, I could only pay attention to the passing of lights through the window and how my head was starting to hurt already. All I know is that my flat is a thirty-minute walk from the bar.

It's quiet when the car stops, just the soothing hum of the engine.

"This your stop, min?" Yoongi questions as he gestures at the building to our right.

I hum "Yeah" I don't want to move, don't want to get out. It's warm in here and not lonely. A few minutes must have passed by now, and I still haven't moved, just looking in the direction of home. The other man sighs.

"I'll walk you to the door, okay? And you can take this" Yoongi shrugs out of his coat, passing it over to me and helping me in to it and unbuckling me in the process. He then shows me a folded piece of papier and puts in his coat pocket.

"That's got my phone number on, as well as my Instagram account. Give me a call if you need me" He smiles, and I think there's a bit of pink on his cheeks. Huh. Now if I was sober I would probably be freaking out because Mr eye candy, the guy I have been crushing on for four months, just gave me his number. Although at the moment the only thing my brain can process if that 'hey this is a good thing that just happened, yay for me' so I give him a big smile and an accidental giggle. Apparently that did the trick because the bar tender chuckles in return as he turns his head, saying something I don't quite catch followed by.

"Let's get you inside, shall we?"

The walk to my flat was chaotic at best as my walking skills had deteriorated even further over how long that car ride was, it then took me far too long to get the key in as the damn keyhole just didn't want to stay still, and my fingers didn't want to cooperate either resulting in the key being dropped several times until Yoongi took the reins and opened the door for me. He then guided me over the thresh hold while making sure he himself didn't enter.

"Are you going to be okay by yourself in there?" He asked with his arms crossed, god his arms look great with the sleeves rolled up.

"I can kinda still walk a bit, so... I think ima be fine" I manage to slur while leaning on the door frame. Yoongi sighs in relief, stance becoming more relaxed.

"Good, message me tomorrow to let me know how you're doing"

I give him a tired smile and a nod, "Bye yoons"

"See you on Friday min"

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The first thing I wake up to this morning is a banging headache and very full bladder, the next thing that hits me is that he gave me his number!! I can't help but roll on to my front and kick my legs, letting out an ecstatic scream in to my pillow. Not only did I get his number, he took me home as well!! I quickly sit up, pausing momentarily at the intense pain that shoots through my scull before slowly getting out of bed and going to the bathroom to start the day. After relieving my bladder, brushing my teeth and giving my face a quick wipe, I take some pain meds. Next is to find my phone which I uncovered after sieving through yesterday's clothes that I had abandoned on the floor, thankfully I hadn't used it a great deal yesterday, so it still had a good bit of life to it.

Me:

TAE!! You need to get your ass overhear ASAP!

11:45

:TATA

?WHY

?DID SOMETHING HAPPEN

11:47

Me:

YESSS!! Something happened with that bar tender iv been crushing on!!

JUST HURRY OVER!!

Ill tell you everything when you get hear!

11:48

:TATA

OMG!! OKAY THEN

?!DID YOU FINALY GET LAID

!!BE THEIR SOON

11:49

Tae and I have been best friends for years now, we first met in our college art course along with three others. Over time, we learnt that the other three in our party just weren't the type of people we could be friends with. Two of them people being so in credibly close to one another that we were more or less pushed aside before the pair thankfully dropped out at the end of the first year. The last person that turned out to be a total bitch, unfortunately, stayed with us until we made it clear that we couldn't get along. Then it was the two of us, if one was missing from class the other wouldn't be there either, we went to class together, left class together. We were practically tied at the hip, platonically, anyway. Taehyng arrives fifteen minutes later with a loud flurry of bangs to the front door. I rush to open it, I'm pretty much bursting at the seams in excitement. As soon as the door is opened everything flows like a whirlwind, Tae's chaotic excitement only amplified mine to where nether of us could sit still. We are both sat cross-legged on the couch facing each other as I start to recall last evening. Only stopping to hear the occasional comment from the younger and gasps or giggles. At the end of it, I stop to catch my breath and take a swig of the now cold tea that had been prepared shortly before Taehyungs arrival.

"First of all, I wish I could bitch slap that boss of yours. It's like she constantly has it out for you or something, I swear I'm going to go to sit at your work and death stare her when you're next on shift"

I laugh, "Thanks Tae, I'm sure that will solve everything" I say sarcastically

"No need to thank me, I'd berry a body for you, my friend" He says with a confident smile before a boxy grin takes over his features.

"So..... you texted Mr bar man back yet?" His eyebrows wiggled suggestively

"Ahhh no... I wanted to wait for you first"

"Okay, let's get to it then! Go grab is number!" With that, I jump up from the couch and down the short corridor to my bedroom. I swiftly reach in to the pockets of Yoongis coat from where I had hung it over the back of my desk chair and return to my place next to Tae. Okay. Let's do this. I hype myself up as I type in his phone number, saving the contact as 'Mr bar man' (a joke between Tae and i that's been going on since I first spoke about Yoongi to him). I wiggle excitedly before taking a breath, glancing at Tae before messaging the gorgeous bar tender.

Me:

Hi it's jimin