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The Intervention | Choi Youngjae

To his best friends’ total amazement, you decide to drastically intervene when a shy man is being played by a mean client at your bar

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Protagonists: Choi Youngjae & You (Ft. Jackson, Jaebum & Mark.)

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: SFW – Strangers – Humour – Making out – Romance –  **WARNING: SEXY SHY YOUNGJAE AHEAD** – One Shot

Lys’ note: CHOI YOUNGJAE IS HOT. FIGHT ME.

Your eyes followed the young man with interest and you cringed when he knocked a waitress with his elbow, nearly sending all the content of her tray on the floor. Thankfully your staff's awesome and his three friends sitting at the bar in front of you all sighed simultaneously, glad nothing bad happened. You had been observing their circus for a while, highly entertained by their whole team dynamic.

“I told him the secret was to be chill...” The handsome built one grimaced, also staring at the scene. “This isn’t chill.”

“Sorry to inform you of that Jackson, but I think that’s about as chill as he can get…” The second one shrugged, sipping at his pint of beer. He wasn’t as invested and kept his eyes on his phone instead of living the moment. He was a pretty man with electric purple hair, the kind that all hometown girls go crazy for, with soft and almost too symmetrical features. “How many shots did he have?”

“Two… And a pint.” The darker and last one leaned his back against the bar, not tearing his eyes away from his helpless friend. You could also easily figure him out; tall, straight eyes, bewitching cologne, very handsome, probably rich and falsely cocky.

“That’s clearly not enough shots…” The man named Jackson shook his head from side to side, sending his brown locks flying around, he sounded sorry. He looked the kindest of the bunch, he was the one who hyped up his shy friend, reassured him before unfortunately sending him to the slaughterhouse.

“He needs help,” The texting-guy pointed to the scene just as the girl was sitting back, glancing away from their pitiful friend, “Jaebum?”

“Already on it.” The dark blueberry-haired one turned to the bar, waving you to come over. “Can we get four shots of something strong for that table over there?”

“Four Whiskeys incoming…” He nearly dropped his credit card when you blinked his way and it boosted your confidence. There's nothing quite as gratifying as having an obvious effect on a gorgeous man like that. “Should I make it six? From what I gathered, your friend will probably spill at least two.” Jackson chuckled, and you tore your gaze away to grin at him dangerously while the one named Jaebum remained silent, suddenly intimidated. “What’s the sad story?” You poured the shots and pointed your chin to the scene, the poor boy was still trying to make conversation, wiping his probably sweaty palms on his pants repeatedly.

“Youngjae was born like that…” The phone-addicted guy’s tone was gloomy, but you still laughed. “You should see his older brother, it’s even worse.”

“He’s actually very gifted…” You defended their friend and smiled, looking at his circus on the other side of the lounge. He was now talking and moving his hands around like he was chasing a fly or something.

He was handsome, perhaps a bit younger than his friends, but his face was rounder and cuter. His dark brown hair was parted messily on his forehead, but it still looked neat and calculated. His soft features, evident shyness and clumsy actions screamed good guy type. He was an interesting mix of boyish charm and manliness, that’s why you listened when his friends hyped him to start flirting.

Sadly, your years running this place were enough experience to know he had absolutely no chance of getting that girl. She was a regular, Michelle, often looking for hot hook-ups and cute shy boys never won with her kind.

“He should learn how to use that face, it’s a shame.” You sighed, sorry.

“What face?” Jackson tilted his head, instantly captivated and his blue-haired friend shifted on his stool. 

“The kind that makes me want to bring him back home and shield him from the world forever… He looks vulnerable and sensitive, so I’d build a fort with my bedsheets to protect and keep him a secret.” You shrugged like it was no big deal, aware that the three men were hanging on your every word. “He has a face that you date, cook for and go back to bed with every weeknight.”

The guys' jaws dropped, and you laughed, throwing your head back. A simple move of your wrist was enough for a waitress to come to take the filled shooters away, she clearly knew who they were meant for.

“It’s definitely not wild hook-up material face, I’m pretty good at figuring these things out by now!”

“And who might you be, dearest physiognomy expert?” Jackson asked, leaning in and clearly trying to flirt. Underneath the bar, Jaebum kicked his tibia without any subtlety, claiming dibs.

“Y/n, you’re standing in my bar.”

“Mmm… I must admit this does bestow you authority somehow…” He nodded, ignoring his friend and you laughed, entertained. This Jackson seemed like a fun character, his eyes studied yours, curious. “So, what’s my face telling you?”

“Your face is trustworthy and warm,” The one-without-a-name cooed at your reply, but your gaze went back to your waitress carrying the shooters, unperturbed, “you look responsible, the type of guy I’d introduced to my parents.”

Jackson smiled widely and turned to Jaebum like he just won the lotto. “JB, my face says all that! I’m that good!”

“Yes and no…” You smiled, bursting his bubble and sliding back the card on the bar to its owner without charging it. The shots were on you this time, that shy boy needed them. “You seem like a perfect guy, but–”

“–But what?” Jackson laughed nervously and Jaebum stayed silent, probably mentally cursing him for not getting his cues to stop flirting. “I’ve never once slept with a guy because I wanted to introduce him to my parents.” Their third friend bursted out laughing at Jackson’s rout, while Jaebum let out an audible breath of relief.

“What about mine?” The purple-haired one had stopped staring at his phone and he asked his question leaning in, holding your gaze for the first time, testing you.

“You have a girlfriend and you're a keeper. Why do you even ask?”

Both other men gasped, impressed by your skills and he simply grinned, sitting back.

“You’re good. What gave it away?”

You narrowed your eyes at the cursed table when their friend’s shooters arrived.

“You’re the only one who hasn’t directly peered at my boobs in the last three minutes.” They seemed to have forgotten all about their cute hopeless friend, but you hadn’t.

“Awesome!” He laughed once more at your reply. “Could you call my girlfriend and repeat those exact words to her, just so she’ll stop freaking out?”

“Mark, focus on Youngjae!” Jackson cut him off, merciless. He was already over your smooth rejection and back to his matchmaking plans.

Their silly friend was currently letting the girl’ entourage take his shooters away, they didn’t even have the decency of letting him offer them first. It would be fine any other night, but you knew they were just using him to freely get drunk, Michelle had no interest in him and you felt kind of involved now.

“I think your friend needs more help.” That Youngjae looked like an easy target to take advantage of and it made you sad.

“Why? The shooters are ice breakers…” Jaebum turned to you again, eyes roaming your features hungrily.

He clearly didn’t have a girlfriend to text, nor a face to introduce to your parents. He had one to lock in your room away, to press between your thighs. He was the type you were used to, the type you’d be in bed with several days, ordering take out and drinking beer while watching dumb movies on Netflix. The type you already knew by heart, and that you would either hurt or get hurt by.

“What’s my face like?” He asked, grinning with all the fake confidence alcohol could allow him to muster. You gulped, seeing clear through his attitude and trying to make a sensible choice.

“I don’t feel like telling you.”

“What?!” His brows shoot up at that and the other two pressed on, begging for more.

You ignored them when Michelle touched their awkward friend’s chest, it made you see red. Talking to the poor boy was one thing but leading him on for fun without even considering his feelings was straight up nasty. You hated women like that.

“Youngjae, that’s his name, right?”

“Yes!” Jackson, the only other one really interested, replied before anyone else could. “WOW! Look at that, she’s all over the lucky bastard!” Jaebum and Mark also turned to see, skeptical.

“She’s building him up, but she’s about to reject him.” All their heads snapped back at you. “I see her often, she’s not even interested. Michelle’s a seducer who loves a challenge and he’s acting way too easy for her right now.”

“Well, he’s already hooked.” Jackson grimaced, unsure if you were being serious.

“She’s toying with him”, you insisted.

“Jeez, he’s gonna be crazy mad you sent him there Jackson…” Mark mumbled but his gaze fell back to his phone and something told you he wasn’t going to be the one minding.

You sighed watching the girl picked up her purse with her left hand while her right still traced invisible patterns on the beaming man’s chest. You always disliked her and for an obscure reason, you wanted to protect him, you weren’t kidding earlier. He had a face that pulled that string in you.

“I’m gonna go save him.”

“What!?” Jaebum frowned, confused.

Before the boys could ask anything, you were gone from behind the counter. You felt the trio’ eyes following as you made your way to their helpless friend at the back of the lounge.

“Woah, what can she do that we haven’t tried already?” Jackson naively chuckled above the music and this time even Mark was observing the scene expectedly. You slowed down when you reached the table, puffing your cheeks to gather a bit of courage.

That Youngjae guy lacked confidence and she needed to believe he was harder to get or at least covetable.

Gently, you tapped his shoulder with your index and middle finger trying to get his attention. The solution was simple, she needed to see you as competition, feel threatened. Unfortunately, his eyes remained glued on the seductive girl and you rolled yours back, she clearly had him in her pocket.

___

“He’s not looking!” At the bar, Jackson squealed, worried.

“Youngjae’s a fool.” Jaebum was grinning awkwardly, wondering what the barmaid's genius plan was.

“Hey, isn’t the barmaid way hotter than that girl? I hadn’t noticed.” Mark winced over his phone when Jaebum elbowed his ribs, he saw her first. “Don’t worry, they’re both out of Youngjae’s league anyway.”

“Hey, a lil’ support would be appreciated.” Jackson glared at his friends. “Once Youngjae gets the hang of this, he’ll be able to get any girl he wants!”

Mark and Jaebum exchanged a heavy look.

“Of course.” The purple-haired man said, sardonic. “He’s the Alpha male.”

“Better”, Jackson nodded, pleased.

___

You loudly cleared your throat and the young man moved his chair a little closer to the girl as if to make space for you between the tables. Youngjae didn’t even peek, just assumed you wanted to walk by. You cleared your throat forcefully once more, hoping the clueless man would look up like most people would, but he didn’t. He kept trying to talk to the indifferent girl, not realizing you were waiting for him to notice you.

Somehow, his accidental unawareness vexed you and that was it. It’s like something clicked in your mind and you decided the gentle way wouldn’t be enough. Clearly, you’d have to do something a little bit more drastic.

It was the first time you were doing something like this, but it was exciting, like you were doing a good deed, for the greater good. That Youngjae guy was a hottie, he just needed to feel like one, needed a confidence boost, since he wasn’t the type to fake it ‘till you make it like his friend Jaebum. You were going to be that boost, give him the self-assurance he missed.

You had tried to catch his attention to play out your schemed, but you could just go for it too. With no hesitation, you reached for his cheek, turning his face upwards.

You didn’t wait for the young man to realise what was happening.

___

“What the actual fu–”

“She’s kissing him!” Jackson yelled excitedly, cutting Mark’s swear off. “I didn’t think she fancied him too!”

“Are we in a parallel universe where Youngjae gets the girls and JB goes home alone?” Mark joked, highly doubtful.

“Shut up.” The one in question warned, hardly remembering to close his mouth, stunned by the show in front of them.

“Why? You can’t handle a little healthy competition for once?”

___

Unaware he was making his friend envious, Youngjae stiffened but didn’t pulled back, probably too shocked. You pressed closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and sat on his knees without removing your mouth from his. Your back hit the table, causing the empty shooter glasses to cling and roll away, but you didn’t mind.

Finally, his lips started to move, and he tilted his head, reacting to your kiss several seconds later. You used the opportunity to push harder, hands ruffling his hair with feigned passion. His cheek smelled like mahogany aftershave and he tasted salty of alcohol; that kiss didn’t feel half bad. You intended to put on a show and it seemed to be working because, behind you, Michelle loudly scoffed insulted by your interruption.

You were about to pull back, satisfied, when one of the boy’s hand found the small of your back and the other cupped your face.

___

 “Oh my god,” Jackson loudly screamed, “Youngjae’s kissing her back!”

“Two shots might be enough after all, look at him go!” Mark laughed, abashed.

Meanwhile, Jaebum turned away, ordering another pint and round of shooters to a waitress who was also staring at the scene, completely out of it. He was going to need a lot of booze if Youngjae managed to get the girl he wanted for himself.

What a crazy time to be alive!

___

Just like you would’ve guessed, shy-boy’s kiss was sweet. His lips opened against yours, moist and strong. He didn’t even try to use his tongue, although to be honest, you wouldn’t have complained. He continued to kiss you simply and you pressed your chest against him, forgetting what you were there for, to begin with. His hands encouraged you, like they had a will of their own, caressing your back up and down. Youngjae certainly didn’t feel so timid from this close and if he was a bit slow at first, his newfound audacity was making up for it. He kept kissing you hungrily and you gave back just as much, not having to fake anything in the end; not the wandering hands, pants or back and forth. You had always hated public make out sessions, but you made an exception and you had to admit it was worth it.

Finally done, he pulled away, blinking like dazzled by the lights of the dim-lit lounge. When you met his soft brown eyes, after all that craziness, your mind was blank.

“Hi.” He said, saving the day, and his mouth remained open, the crack hardly noticeable, but you stared at it a second too long.

“Hi.” You breathe out, caught up in your own game.

His hands were still on your body, one on your thigh and the other in your back. It felt highly intimate, natural. You remembered you had no clue who that man under you actually was and that’s what brought you back down on Earth. That, and the girl who cleared her throat aggressively behind you, demanding his immediate attention.

“Who are y–”

He started but you cut him off in a panic, leaning in to whisper only for him; “I’m the intervention.”

Your nose brushed his ear at that and you pulled back, noticing its dark shade of red. The man that just shamelessly made out with a stranger was now blushing like crazy under you. You smiled, he was too precious.

“Excuse you?!” The woman in your back finally lost it and Youngjae stretched his neck, evidently having forgotten all about Michelle. You turned to look at her, innocently fixing your lipstick with your thumb in the process. She was practically scowling, you immediately knew your mission was a success.

She was jealous and suddenly wanted him.

“Hey, Mich.” Her face twitched when her name left your mouth like a cuss word and you turned back to the young man. You were still sitting side saddle on his knees, forearms resting on his shoulders. “Youngjae, you said you came tonight to see me.” You pouted and paused dramatically, glancing over your shoulder, ignoring his confusion. “I got bored waiting for you.”

The poor guy had turned to stone and you wondered how the hell he was able to kiss you back seconds ago. It’s like he was a completely different person, possessed. Right now, back to himself, he was barely able to hold your gaze, frozen still. You rounded your eyes with intent, conscious the girl behind couldn’t see the silent exchange. Youngjae took a short inhale to answer, but you cut him off, knowing he was still clueless and that he’d ruin his chances.

“I’ll be with Jaebum, Mark and Jackson at the bar.” He only seemed more confused when you named all his friends and you got up.

That boy truly was clueless, perhaps you should’ve let him get rejected.  

He suddenly grabbed your wrist to keep you from leaving and you looked at his hand like something foreign. Youngjae then peeked at the bar to see your spectators, he released you, mouth opening in awe. You bit your lips to refrain from laughing at his illumination on who you were. It was like a literal lightbulb lit up above his head.

“I’ll let you finish…” You sneaked a last dirty look Michelle’s way, just to tick her off. You wanted to act the part until the end. “... Whatever you were doing here.”

Then you were gone. You didn’t wait to see her reaction, you knew her type well enough to be assured of your success. When you slipped behind your bar, two waitresses and Jackson cheered. You had to actively hush them to keep from blowing the cover.

“Wow y/n!” Chloe, one of your employees, laughed, slapping your ass playfully with a cloth. “That was an unusual sight! The boss sexually harassing a customer!”

“Just a friendly intervention.” You rolled your eyes, hoping your blush wasn’t too noticeable. “Now, could you go take care of your end of the bar?” She obeyed with a knowing smile and you puffed your cheeks before facing the three men again.

“I thought you said you would save him.”

Jaebum took a sip of his beer, avoiding your eyes and you smirked to yourself. Clearly, his ego was bruised. Yeah, he would’ve been fine for a little while, but your little stunt avoided one of you two an inevitable heartbreak.

“I think she did…” Jackson pointed at the table where Michelle was now typing her info on their friend’s phone.

She was laughing and leaning into him, non-verbal entirely different from before. Youngjae didn’t seem half as interested though, and he kept glancing at the bar for you. When he caught your gaze, you turned away, abnormally timid.

“How did that even work?!” Jackson considered you anew, eyes glowing. “Teach me Sensei!”

Mark snorted, “She said the girl needed a challenge, so she made sure to make Youngjae appear desirable.”

“I made him into a player.” You shrugged, acting like this was something you did regularly and like you weren’t even affected by it.

After all, Jackson was right earlier when he said the key to flirting was playing chill.

“That’s some reverse psychology voodoo shit!” The bubbly man tilted his head, pouting. “Admit it… You just couldn’t help throwing yourself at Youngjae because of his animal magnetism.”

Mark choked on his beer, unable to tell if his friend was being serious or not. His phone was now surprisingly gone, abandoned in his back pocket to enjoy the rest of the night.

“Jackson, don’t embarrass y/n.” The blue-haired man finally opened his mouth again, feigning indifference by glancing around the lounge for a woman to talk to. “She just took a bullet for the team.”

“I didn’t though.” You smirked mysteriously, wiping off the hem of a glass and the three friends’ heads turned to you, astounded.

Over their shoulders, Youngjae fumblingly got up, almost knocking another one of your waitresses in the process. He simpered, embarrassed and started to make his way back to the bar, almost trotting. As he got closer, he locked eyes with you and then looked away too intimidated to hold your stare.

You most definitely weren’t chill; your cheeks were flushed, and your heart wanted to jump out of your chest. The men were still waiting for you to elaborate and you obliged, smiling like a dumb smitten teenager as you told the truth.

“That kiss was truly magical.”

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