Open Bar: Chapter One
Choi Minho (of SHINee) X Lee Junki fanfiction
Rating: PG13 for this chapter for language
Summary: Choi Minho is an unassuming waiter at a late night bar who’s been having a problem with an entirely too intense customer. Something is making Minho uncontrollably freaked out, and we see what the customer does to deal with Minho’s reaction to him
Disclaimer: I do not own Choi Minho, SHINee, or Lee Junki. This is a fictional story so don't get all upset that the facts are wrong. As well, the story in its entirety deals with sexually explicit themes between two men. Please leave if not interested. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
The door closed with an echoing finality, rippling excitement and animosity through Minho’s limbs. He was finally alone with him. After seeing him everywhere, sensing his eyes on his back, he would feel the churn of his stomach every time he walked into the bar. What the hell was he feeling? Minho was past the point of nervousness; this was a full blown silent panic attack. His heart was ripping his chest to pieces. His hands were white with tension. And his eyes were currently transfixed and burning with the fire of his companion’s. Brown like melted chocolate, yet with a glow that make Minho feel like his plain brown eyes were mere dirt colored impersonators.
His companion locked the door and Minho’s heart started to sprint. With a sigh as his hands came from behind his back to a simple resting position at his sides, Min’s mysterious acquaintance spoke with what made the previous silence seem like an ocean of time.
“Don’t be scared. Do you know my name?”
To Min this man in front of him, boring holes through his skull as simply as breathing, was the stranger who always put him on edge while irresistibly interesting him at the same time. With increasing regularity in these past few months Minho had seen this man. Each time would be a heart stopping shock. He would stand up from the spill he was cleaning at the bar from any random customer and he would be sitting down at a table, staring directly at Minho’s stunned face. Minho had never had enough courage to ask what he wanted to drink, but most of the time the man would order something, not drink it, and leave. In all of the times the stranger would come, Minho was sent into a fit of nervousness. He knew he was being watched. Min tried to pay attention, tried his hardest to get drinks and food quickly without dropping anything, but every little glance over towards that guy’s direction and he would see the pair of brown pools again, burning into his own eyes.
“My name is Lee Junki.” The man finally said…
Eventually one night Minho was the only server working because he had to cover for his boss who needed to do some number crunching at home. Seeing as how it was a Wednesday it wasn’t too packed, the bartenders were quick to pick up the slack, and that Minho had tended to the bar alone before, it wasn’t that difficult. Min silently prayed that his mysterious acquaintance wouldn’t show up tonight because he couldn’t afford any mess ups especially since he was alone. He also realized he didn’t want him to come because that would mean he would have to personally take his order. All of the other times his mysterious stranger would need something Min would feign an urgent bathroom break, fake a phone call, or do anything in his power to get someone to take his order.
This usually would work out because his stranger Junki would gladly be helped by one of the female barmaids. Junki was extremely handsome, had a lingering deep voice, and a quelling confidence that had a way of being noticed. Whenever Min offhandedly would ask any other barmaids to take his order, they would always hop at the chance. Sometimes they would fight for a chance to talk to him.
‘You had a chance last week, it’s my turn,”
‘Yeah but last week he ordered like one thing. When you had a chance he ordered like four times!”
‘Fine, whatever…”
(Was usually the average discussion)
Even so, Min would always feel a wave of relief when he didn’t have to go closer to him, but the second one of the other staff members took his order, and Minho saw the intensely agitated hair-flips and giggles, or worse hear the deep voiced chuckle come from Junki, his wave of relief churned over into a wave of disappointment and anxiety.
Strangely enough, it was on more than one occasion where Min was watching a little too intensely as one of the other servers sauntered over in their most tantalizing gait, a few flirty jokes passed between the two, and in the middle of it all, Junki would offhandedly glance back to Min, ripping his heart into panic mode as Min did his best to look away quickly. He felt that each time though he played it off as best as he possibly could, was obvious to Junki he’d been watching.
A few times Minho looked away quickly and looked back realizing Junki had kept the gaze going, and began to smile. EACH TIME this happened Minho would physically not be able to help running away and out of sight. He became increasingly skilled at the way he would make excuses to check on something in the coat room or the kitchen etc.
Min looked back to the events that had led him currently, to a secluded bedroom, alone with a man who had given Minho so much torment and so much heart skipping anticipation. Tonight, there had been no way out. Either he just had to take his order, or Junki would have gone thirsty.
Junki sat down right as the clock struck 1:45am. Min remembers the time because for one shining moment, knowing he only had fifteen minutes of his shift left, did he feel safe from having to deal with his stranger. Looking up from his watch right as the numbers clicked to 1:45, his stomach did seven somersaults and tilted his whole view into the direction of Junki’s musing eyes. Burning flames of intensity right into Minho, he nearly burst into hysterics as he realized what he had to do. No one else realized that Junki had even come in. No one else realized Min’s immediate reaction. No one even registered the change and fear that now struck Minho. He couldn’t help but think in frustration,
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?” Guessing either from hysterics or lack of common sense, Min nearly burst out laughing. “This was just some random guy, randomly coming into the bar. What the hell? Do your damn job.”
Min straightened up, stiffened a little too hard, put on his best impression of someone who didn’t have a care in the world, and shuffled over to his guest with the best uncaring walk he could assume.
Min reached the table, lightly cleared his throat, and in a voice that came out a little louder than he had wanted it do, Minho said,
“Uh, may I take your order?”
With a very slight smile Junki looked up, (Minho nearly died) paused, and said
“I know it’s near to closing, so I won’t bother you with making an order. I just wanted to come to the bar.”
Minho really didn’t want to be rude and burst into the response he was thinking which was ‘if you’re not going to order then what the hell are you doing here?’ but he swallowed his anger and frustration at having been worked up over nothing and said,
“Ok sir but…’
“My name’s not sir,” The man interrupted.
“I know sir, I mean uh…”
“What’s your name?” Junki asked plainly. A nervous pause passed.
“It’s um... it’s Minho.”
Some time passed, when finally Junki looked as if anticipating something more with a slight smirk. More panic filled Min’s belly, ‘that’s my name, I don’t have another, better one, what the fuck does he want from me?’ ripped through his thoughts.
“Aren’t you going to ask my name?” Junki said with a chuckle and a smirk that set Minho’s teeth on edge.
“What’s your…”
Junki put his hand up. “It’s not a problem Minho, I’ll be going.”
“But I didn…” Min said as Junki stood up.
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you sometime.” And with that, he smirked again, took one last slightly too long look at Minho’s deer-in-headlights face, and then left, not looking back.
Minho felt like shit, but sighed in relief. “What the fuck is my problem?” He muttered as he cleaned up Junki’s non-existent mess, and shook himself as if it would help.
About an hour later, the customers were all gone, the club lights were off, the regular lights on, and all the clean up prep for tomorrow night save for the mopping was done. The last bartender left after Min reassured him that he would take care of it and lock up.
“Nah its fine bro, I told Ed I’d get it. You locked up last time Ed took off. I’ll just be a minute anyway.”
And with that Minho was alone. He had time to breathe for the first time all night, time to collect his thoughts, and time to calm down. He started mopping. As he cleaned one area and the next, he realized with each mop swipe that the reason he was freaking out so much was because his stranger was so confident even when staring way too much at Minho. Minho should be the one to calm down and realize the guy was just weird or something. Min felt that he had no reason to be looked at THAT MUCH, especially by someone as handsome as that guy… and right as the thought that had put him on edge this whole time nearly bubbled to the surface, there was a knock at the front door.