#Jazz Bar

[kiszjuli]

9:54pm —

𓂃sweet talk ៸៸

charming!jaehyun x fem!reader. [ w.c. 1.5k ]

ᯓ★ now playing — leave the door open - silk sonic

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the jazz bar is bathed in golden light, the warm glow flickering against polished wood and half-filled glasses. the air is thick with the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the slow, sultry wail of a saxophone. velvet curtains frame the dimly lit stage, where a woman sings in a voice so smooth it drips like honey.

you weren’t planning to stay long. just a drink, maybe two. something about the hazy atmosphere, the way the music thrums against your skin, feels dangerously intoxicating. you settle onto a barstool, trailing a finger along the rim of your glass, when you feel it—

a gaze.

you glance up, and there he is.

white button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a brown vest snug against his frame. his dark hair is gelled back, but a few strands have slipped free, framing the sharp angles of his face. under the low-hanging lights, his skin glows like brushed gold, deep shadows carving into his cheekbones.

and those eyes. dark, warm, unreadable. locked on you like he’s already decided how this night will end.

you arch a brow. “see something you like?”

his lips curve up slowly. he doesn’t look away.

instead, he pushes off from where he’s leaning against the piano, making his way over with the kind of confidence that doesn’t demand attention—it simply commands it.

“maybe,” he says, voice smooth as the whiskey in his hand. he settles into the stool beside you, elbow resting on the bar, head tilting just slightly. “but i like to be sure.”

your fingers tighten around your glass, the ice shifting with a quiet clink. up close, he smells like cedarwood and a hint of something warm, something expensive.

“hm,” you hum, taking a slow sip. “what if i wasn’t interested?”

he exhales a quiet chuckle, eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up. “then i’d have to work harder, wouldn’t i?”

the bartender slides him another drink, and he lifts it in a silent toast before taking a sip, watching you over the rim.

the music swells, the double bass thrumming deep in your chest.

he sets his glass down with a soft clink. “dance with me.”

it’s not a question.

your lips part slightly, caught somewhere between amusement and intrigue. “what makes you think i dance with strangers?”

his smirk deepens, leaning in, just enough for you to catch the rasp of his voice over the music. “jaehyun,”

grinning fully in amusement this time, you take his hand shaking it slowly. “y/n…”

he stands, smirk still plastered on his face, holding out a hand, palm up—patient, expectant.

you should say no. should laugh, shake your head, tell him you’re not that easily swayed.

but something about the way he looks at you, like he already knows your answer, makes your pulse stutter.

your fingers brush against his.

and just like that, the night takes its next breath.

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you don’t expect the way your heart stutters when his fingers close around yours. there’s a moment, a hesitation, where you almost pull away. but instead, you let him guide you onto the dance floor, his hand firm in yours, warm against your skin.

the air is thick with the haze of smoke and whiskey, the sound of jazz curling around you like a lover’s embrace. you both step in time to the slow, steady rhythm, your body naturally swaying to the music. the world outside the bar seems to melt away, leaving just the two of you in the soft golden glow of the lights.

jaehyun doesn’t break his gaze as he leads you, eyes dark and focused. his movements are smooth, almost effortless, as though he’s done this a thousand times. you can feel the tension between you, the way your chest brushes lightly against his as you move.

“you dance well,” you say, more to break the silence than anything.

he tilts his head, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “i could say the same about you.”

there’s something in his tone, deeper, softer, that lingers in the air between you. it’s no longer just playful, but something more, something undeniably intimate. you try to brush it off, but the way his hand settles at the small of your back, pulling you in closer, makes it hard to ignore.

“i wasn’t expecting to get pulled out onto the floor tonight,” you admit, your voice quieter now, as you let the music surround you.

jaehyun’s lips curve into a grin, and he leans in just enough for you to feel his breath against your ear. “you think i’d let you leave without dancing with me? not a chance.”

you can’t help but chuckle at his confidence, though it’s clear there’s no teasing in his words. his hand slides from your back to your waist, the touch now more possessive, but still light. it’s like he’s holding you close without actually holding you, if that makes sense. the way he moves, the way he’s so sure of everything, pulls you in deeper.

“you’re a bit bold,” you say, your heart beating a little faster now.

he leans back just enough to look at you, eyes searching yours. there’s an intensity in his gaze, something almost unreadable. “i’m not bold. i’m certain,” he replies, his voice low, steady.

you swallow, not sure what to make of the sudden shift in the atmosphere. the space between you is electric, and the moment feels like it’s teetering on the edge of something more.

“so what now?” you ask, half teasing, half uncertain.

jaehyun’s smirk is slow, deliberate, but his eyes soften. “now? we keep dancing. and if i’m lucky, i’ll get you to stay a little longer.”

the music swells, and you let yourself get lost in it, in the way his hand tightens just slightly, pulling you a fraction closer. you can feel the warmth of his body against yours, the subtle, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. his fingers graze the side of your neck as he keeps you near, and you’re not sure if it’s the music or him, but you find yourself leaning in a little more.

his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, his voice almost a growl: “you’re not leaving soon, are you?”

the question hangs in the air, a challenge, a request, all wrapped in one. you meet his eyes, your pulse racing in your throat, and something inside you dares to wonder if maybe, just maybe, staying was always the plan.

well you were, but now… “no,” you reply, barely above a whisper. “i’m not.”

jaehyun’s smile is full of satisfaction as the music takes you both deeper into the night. his hold on you never wavers, and as the song carries on, you realize that nothing else matters but this moment—this stolen time under the warm, golden lights.

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the song fades, but neither of you step away. jaehyun’s hand still rests at your waist, his touch light yet lingering, like he’s memorizing the feel of you beneath his fingertips.

your breath comes a little uneven, the space between you thick with something unspoken.

“you lead well,” you murmur, tilting your head.

jaehyun exhales a quiet chuckle, his thumb brushing faintly over your side before settling again. “you follow well.”

“you make it easy,” you admit, before you can think better of it.

his gaze flickers, something knowing glinting behind the golden glow of the bar lights. “so do you.”

you roll your eyes, but your lips curve. “do you ever stop flirting?”

his grip tightens—just briefly, just enough to make your breath catch. “why would i, when it’s working?”

your stomach flips, but you keep your expression even. “bold assumption.”

he leans in slightly, voice lower now. “am i wrong?”

your fingers brush the bar behind you, grounding yourself, because the way he’s looking at you—like he already knows your answer—has your heart racing again.

“depends,” you say, tilting your chin. “are you trying to impress me, or just entertain yourself?”

his smirk is slow, deliberate. “can’t it be both?”

you shake your head, exhaling through your nose. “you’re impossible.”

jaehyun hums, stepping back just slightly—but his hand doesn’t leave your waist. “and yet, you’re still here.”

he lets the words settle, then—softly, smoothly—says, “let me buy you another drink.”

your fingers hover over his for half a second too long.

jaehyun notices.

you sigh, shaking your head, but there’s a small smile playing at your lips. “just one.”

his grin deepens. “we’ll see.”

the bartender slides another glass in front of you, the golden liquid catching in the dim light. you take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

you had only planned to stay for a drink. maybe two.

but somehow, the night had stretched longer, weaving itself between stolen glances and lingering touches, between the rich hum of jazz and the quiet thrill of something just beginning.

and for once, you don’t mind.

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[aestheteasteria]

[happilypurplesweets]

Una lady Italiana

[covenguru]

Jazz in, Rokudenashi, Kyoto, September 2023.

[dionysian-mystery]

[estoricangel]

Summer nightlife moodboard 🪭🎺🎬💋

[reso-music]

Hi, everyone, and welcome to music time once again. Today, there is no special theme, I would like to share with you a good place for you who want to relax after work, have high academic pressure, or want to punch a good place. Well, let's get started.

Bangkok's Abandoned Masion, a jazz bar🎶🥃🎷 tucked away in a downtown basement, mimics early Gatsby's luxe and romantic style.💃🏻 The most magical thing about it is that when you walk down the stairs to that door, you are instantly cut off from the reality of the moment and enter a magical, passionate, dreamy paradise.

There will be four singers take turns to sing every night, performance song styles are different, usually Addle, Beyonce and other top singers famous songs, the scene atmosphere is very good, can immediately let you interact or sing, in less than ten minutes, you can completely open their own heart with the melody to swing together.

Here is the video clips，

🎶"I love u baby..." The whole place rocked along, singing,

[11oh1]

[strwberrys0da]

went on a date to a jazz bar, this was the vibe :3

[lovesart23]

Did Chaz ever get a job after he had healed up, and if so, what is it?

[yassgallery]

[bimbo-rung]

Guys-

So uh you guys like Roblox and transformers right?

Well yall should join the transformer jazz club we almost host daily events mainly in meep city where it’s like a hangout and we have live performers! So please join we are very very lonely:,))

[eternalcreative]

basie jazz bar, tokyo

photographed by don mcritchie, 2006

[marieandersoneq]

old jazz cafe

[emma-the-cartoon-tuxedo-cat]

Famous Female Vocal Jazz Songs [Female Vocal Jazz, Jazz Classics]

The Nine Bar and Club songs in Julius The Cartoon Cat au comic.

I imagine Blythe singing some of these songs. :3

[evieplaylists]

new orleans // playlist

imagine yourself in a jazz bar at night, surrounded w chatter while you move your body to the music. warm amber hues, sunset reds and oranges, boozy feelings, a tipsy smile on your face, the smell of cigarettes caught in your hair and a sweet date by your side.

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i initially made this playlist to use for while i study so there are a few unrelated instrumentals but the jazz vibes got to me hahah.