Alpha Jeon

Chapter 1

Taehyung

I walked into the skanky bar s***h restaurant that reeked of cigars, cigarettes, beer, and sweat and I instantly scrunched my nose in disgust. Yuck. This place is gross. Why am I even here? Oh, yeah, that's right, my boyfriend who was 'at home with the flu', lied. Yup, I went over there with chicken soup and DayQuil, like the great boyfriend that I am, and his best friend and roommate mark told me Minsoo is here, at Jeon's Bar a gay bar and not sick at all. WTF? I yelled at Mark, demanding an explanation and he had none except that he called Minsoo a POS boyfriend to which pissed me off but I somewhat agreed with tonight.

So, of course, I was pissed off to no end, left the soup and medicine at their apartment, jumped back into my all black 2014 Ford Mustang GT automatic, and drove here in a frenzy, breaking the speed limit the whole way. I pissed off a lot of drivers on my way, some honking others flipping me off. Oops. Well, at least I didn't get pulled over by a cop. If I got one more ticket for speeding, my parents would kill me. I've already gotten two in the past five months. Even though I am eighteen, and I moved out and share an apartment with my best friend Amber, if I get a speeding ticket, Mom and Dad will know.

Luckily, it is only a ten-minute drive from their apartment building, although I made the drive in five minutes. Yeah, probably not smart.

I am in my black wide-legged pants with my favorite black Gucci slippers and a gray hoodie with my favorite blue jacket over it. This is definitely my favorite outfit. I was dressed for the movie date I was supposed to have with Minsoo tonight when he canceled because he was 'sick'. Lying asshole. I have no idea what has gotten into him because he never used to lie to me. We are, or, used to be, very close.

Minsoo is that friend for years, that accidentally turns into more. I have known him since I was twelve and he was thirteen when his family moved in next door to mine. We hit it off immediately and he was my best friend. Then one night when I was fifteen, I came over to his house crying because my then-boyfriend dumped me because he was moving.

I grew up here, in Daegu, as my Mother was born and raised here. My Father is from Busan. He moved to Seoul at sixteen with his parents, my grandparents, when they got a new job. My parents met in high school, so they are high school sweethearts, which I think is really cool.

So, anyway, I was crying mess with my eyes turning red and Minsu was there for me and comforted me for hours. And that night sparked the start of what would be a sweet romance. But our relationship didn't start that night.

At the end of the night, after he was holding me, rubbing my back, and rocking me back and forth, he gave me a long speech about how what my ex did was shitty and I deserved better. I agreed completely. The way he looked at me that night, was different. It wasn't brotherly like it always was. At first, it scared me, but then it excited me, and that sent the change in the way I looked at him too.

Then he kissed me. I kissed back and it felt really good, but I wasn't ready for a new relationship. Then seven weeks later, just two weeks after my sixteenth birthday, we got together and the rest is history.

There are about four large pool tables with leather covers thrown on the ground, all full of drunk people making bets and laughing and joking loudly. Why would you leave your drink sitting on the pool table when it can get knocked over? Stupid. There is a stripper guy sitting on the edge of one of the tables wearing panties with his large, I'm guessing d**k hanging out of his panties and his knees crossed. he is drawing the whole pool table's attention and he is loving it.

Slut.

At another pool table, is a group of seven overweight scary as hell bikers with leather vests, fingerless gloves, and faded ripped jeans with boots on, holding a beer bottle in one hand and a pool stick in the other. A couple is smoking cigars, the smoke lingering near them but I could still smell it. It looks like a small bonfire with all the smoke they are making over there.

I coughed as the smoke got closer to me. I hate the smell of cigars and cigarettes. And beer. And that is all I can smell here. That and tacky perfume which these mother fuckers here sprayed way too much of. They are all wearing too much perfume and not enough clothing. after all, this is a guy bar all the guys' are naked.

They all have the typical biker look. Large rough beard, covered in large tattoos, cigar, and or cigarette smell, and of course, they are very scary and intimidating. Damn, I wouldn't want to piss them off. They could knock me out with a flick of their finger. I mean, I am strong and a good fighter, but no way would I stand a chance against them. Hell, most guys won't stand a chance against them.

There is a large shiny bar lined with red leather bar stools that takes up one side of the building. It's lined with beer dispensers, ashtrays with ash in and near them, and all types of alcohol and used shot glasses lining the bar. There is only one bartender. Poor guy, having to serve all these people by himself. He can't be much older than twenty-one, and he is serving at least twenty people, that has got to be intimidating and nerve-wracking. He's got light brown hair and brown eyes, and he is average build. He isn't scrawny by any means, but he isn't really muscular either, and there is a clearly very drunk boy flirting with him.

Over in the corner is a large jukebox, playing an old song that I don't know, obviously, and two people lined up to change it. There are at least ten tables in here all with red leather seats, a black leather couch, and two black leather chairs in one corner of the room facing a large flat-screen TV which is currently playing a football game with the sound off. On the other wall is a door that leads to the roadhouse side of the place.

Interestingly, the owner has it separate. One part restaurant, one part bar. Well, he or she should have more than one bartender. At least two.

My phone dinged, playing my notification tone which is 'Red' by The Rose. I pulled it out of my pants pocket, then typed in my password. I have a text from Amber, who I texted earlier when I was at Minsoo and Mark's apartment, that Minsoo lied and stood me up to go to some bar. She was pissed.

AMBER: Find him yet?

ME: Nope.

AMBER: He is an i***t. Find him and give him hell for lying and standing you up.

ME: I will. TTYL

Amber has always been protective of me. We are like family, as we have known each other since kindergarten. Amber has short caramel-colored hair, brown eyes, and slightly tan skin she's a tomboy. She was born one month before me, and we know each other like the back of our hands.

I put my Samsung Galaxy S7 with a black studded phone case, back into my pocket, and continued looking around. I started searching through the drunks looking for Minsoo.

On my search, I've had about four guys whistle at me and say inappropriate things and catcall me. Three of the guys had a boy on their arm, causing the boys to glare at me. I smirked. Not my fault their drunk boyfriends find me hot duh.

I am not one to brag, but I am very pretty I turn straight guys into whipped gays lmao I'm so proud of myself. I have brown curly hair that covers my brows, brown eyes with long full lashes even without mascara and lips that are kissable. I have tan skin, and I have long skinny legs which I have gotten many compliments. I have a tiny waist, a curved body. I am used to getting hit on, although it does get annoying because some of the comments can be really offensive and/or rude.

'Taehyung looks like this I'm not good describing people so here is a pic I hope it helps you to imagine':) btw isn't he beautiful?

I have had men talk about how I have a 'way too nice body for a boy' which pisses me off, or them saying they love my 'perfect ass' or what they want to do to me. I've even had some guys pinch or slap my butt, which earns them a hard slap to the face and a list of profanities shouted at them.

It didn't take me long to find my boyfriend, he is sitting in a booth in the back. And he isn't alone. There is a blond slut on his arm wearing barely any clothing. His face is caked in makeup like James Charles and he is bringing a beer to his full tacky ass bright red lips. he has black thong -if you could call it that, it just covers his d**k that is almost popping out- Lord knows what he is wearing as that is hidden by the table. Minsoo is clearly drunk, as he raises his glass, I'm guessing- to his lips. Then he locks his lips with the slut and it turns into a full-on make-out. My breathing stops for a second and I feel this horrible ache in my chest. The pain is so bad I almost hunch over from it. Oh my God, he is cheating on me. Cheating bastard. I can't believe he is cheating on me. We have been together for two years. We got together when I was sixteen, in high school.

I can feel tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I will not cry over him, again. The first time he made me cry, it was because he was an hour late for our date and then I found him at home drunk off his ass. He cussed me out and called me a slut, and said I was cheating on him which did not make any sense at all since he was the one who was late and supposed to pick me up not the other way around. But I waved it off because he was so drunk, and I forgave him easily the next day after he apologized profusely.

The slut is now sitting on his lap straddling him, with his hands on his back and one sliding down to his ass. I could hear his throaty groan from here when he pressed his ass on his crotch. Slutty b***h. I stormed over angrily, pushing my tears back. "Minsoo! How could you!" I screamed loudly as I grabbed the blonds hair pulling his head back roughly and he screamed in pain as his back hit the table. HAHA, that's what you get mother f*****g b***h.

"What the f**k?" Minsoo slurred angrily as he glared up at me from his seat, eyes widening and glare disappearing when he recognized me. "s**t, Taehyung, this isn't what it looks like." He lied, slurring all his words. "Oh really?" I say, putting my hands on my hips as I glare daggers at him. "How is this slut, sitting on your lap with his tongue down your throat not what it looks like Minsoo?" I question angrily with a raised brow, resisting the urge to hit them both right here and now. "Taehyung, please listen to me." He tries, shoving the blond completely off his lap and pushing himself off the booth. he gasps angrily as his body hits the table flipping him almost upside down causing his feet to fly in the air. Six-inch stilettos. Figures. w***e.

"What the hell Minsoo!" Blondie shouts angrily. "Shut up!" Minsoo yells at him, causing his face to contort in shock and rage. he pushes himself off the booth and storms off, after shooting me a glare which I return. "Minsoo! How could you cheat on me! We have been together for two years! You said you loved me!" I cried out, the first traitorous tear falling and I whip it away furiously. "I do love you!" He pleads, tears glistening in his electric blue eyes. "No, you don't! If you did you wouldn't be lying and cheating me!" I yell, realizing I am drawing attention. "Ta-" He starts, cut off by my slap. Then the blond b***h comes back over, with a large smirk plastered on his stupid slutty ugly fat face. "This isn't even the first time he's been with me. We were together, in bed, last week. And many times before that too. He is great in bed." Blondie's smirk widens. I slap him hard and he thrusts his hand up to cover his red cheek then stomps off again. I told him I am not having s*x till marriage or until I am absolutely sure and he told me that was fine, that he could wait. I guess not. Well, now I am really glad I didn't let him take my virginity.

Although, if I had, would he of cheated on me

"Taehyung, please! I love you! he means nothing! You mean everything to me! Not him you know I love you!" He pleads, grabbing my waist as he steady's himself when he stands. He's wasted. His breath reeks strongly of whiskey. I just snort in disbelief. "he said you have f****d him, Minsoo. You had s*x with him. More than once!" I cried loudly, pushing the tears back. f**k that s**t, I will not cry in front of him.

"I guess you couldn't wait after all." I spat bitterly. And he face shows deep hurt and he flinches. "I was stupid! he means nothing! I was drunk and horny! But I imagined it was you the whole time every time! And it only happened eight times!" Minsoo tries to convince me and I just shake my head in anger and give a humorless laugh. Eight times. Eight God damn f*****g times and he just wants me to forget it. Not likely. Just because he imagined it was me doesn't make it any better.

"f**k you asshole! We're over! I mean it, we're done." I shout and turn around after shoving his hands off me. I see tears spill over his eyes, then his sadness turns into rage. "NO!" He shouts, loudly. Drawing the whole bar's attention. "You are my everything! You will not leave me!" Minsoo roars and storms after me as I continue to leave.

"f**k you! Or better yet, go f**k that slut. AGAIN!" I yell punching him hard this time. Asshole. I am so done with this bullshit. I am done with dealing with him always getting drunk even though he is underage and then getting pissed at me for no reason. No, he has never hit me, but he has cussed me out and now he cheats on me. f**k this. I'm done.

"Taehyung! Listen to me! You will not leave me, I need you! Please! I love you!" He keeps on, and grabs my hand, pissing me off further. "No, Minsoo. Just leave me the f**k alone and go back to your whore." I tell him, shoving his hand off me. I turn around heading back toward the door and he grabs me again, stumbling. "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU CHEATING ASSHOLE!" I scream loudly, keeping everyone's attention. Including the bartender and the drunk bikers. Some of the people look concerned, some look sympathetic, others look like they are entertained. Great, just what I want, everyone's attention in a skanky ass gay bar watching my breakup with an asshole who I've loved for two years. He was my second boyfriend but my first love. He took my heart, showed me love, and now he breaks my heart. How ironic.

One of the bikers comes up to us. Ah, s**t. This is the last thing I need. Some d**k who heard my breakup coming to hit on me. s**t. "No! You. Are. Mine." Minsoo slurs in a rage-filled tone. "I am not yours, not anymore. You made sure of that when you cheated on me." I tell him in an icy, heartless tone and he flinches back as I hit him. "Please baby!" He begs, tears now flowing down his cheeks, making me almost forgive him. Almost. "Just leave him, alone man." The biker who walked over, tells him. This guy doesn't seem very drunk and he's trying to help me, so I let him. "Back off man. he is my boyfriend, don't tell me what to do." Minsoo slurs to the biker, shoving him slightly. Ah, s**t. That's probably not smart. This guy is huge, he could take out Minsoo with one finger. "I am not your boyfriend anymore. Did you not hear me? We. Are. Done. Now, leave me alone. I'm done. I'm leaving, don't call me or text me." I tell Minsoo coldly, then turn to leave again. Then he grabs my arm, again making me growl in annoyance.

I shake him off angrily and turn around glaring harshly at him. "Leave me alone and let me go," I tell him. The biker pushes Minsoo back gently and Minsoo's face contorts in rage, aiming a death glare so harsh at the large biker if looks could kill the large, muscular biker would be ten feet under. "Touch me again man, I dare you." Minsoo threatens venomously, clenching his fists and jaw. "Dude, you're wasted and he told you to leave him alone, so leave him alone." The biker guy tells Minsoo firmly. I smile gratefully at him and turn to leave again but right before I can Minsoo pulls his arm back and clocks the biker in the face hard enough to knock him back a few steps. Oh no. The biker guys face contorts in rage and he snarls at Minsoo. "I am giving you one more chance man. Leave him alone and back the f**k off." The biker warns lowly. Minsoo smirks and hits the guy in the gut.

"Minsoo! What the f**k!" I yell in shock and fear and I grab his arm pulling him back. I release his arm to give him a lecture, but I then see biker guy clench his fists and his friends come over, as a backup, I'm assuming. Oh, s**t. This can't be good. These guys are freaking huge and intimidating. And Minsoo, being an i***t and drunk off his ass, will fight them.

Yeah, I am hurt and pissed at him, but I don't want him beaten to a pulp either. "That's it." Biker warns, then swings at Minsoo and hits him in the face, knocking him down and I scream in horror. But Minsoo doesn't stay down for long. Oh no, he stupidly jumps back up ready for the fight that I know is about to happen. f**k. I mean, he deserved that but I don't want him hospitalized! I loved the guy for years, I don't want him seriously hurt! Not that he wouldn't deserve it though.

Biker man's friends walk up, looking as scary as ever and ready for a fight. "Hey, please don't hurt him!" I beg, looking at all of them desperately. They look at me shocked and angry, and I flinch slightly. "He f*****g cheated on you and hit our friend, he is gonna get what he deserves." One of them tells me then proceeds to slug Minsoo hard in the stomach causing another scream from me. Minsoo groans in pain and hunches over grasping his stomach and coughing. "Fuck." Minsoo groans.

"Stop!" I cry out, scared as they all circle Minsoo who is now standing straight up again, looking pissed off and ready to take them all on. Minsoo stupidly slugs at one of the new bikers, hitting them right in the eye barely making him move at all. These guys got to be at least 6'3 and over two-hundred and thirty pounds at least. Scary AF.

They all proceed to gang upon him. Sure, Minsoo is good in a fight. I have seen him go up against two guys his size and come out on top. Minsoo is about 6'0, fit body, athletic figure. He's got dark brown hair and electric hazel eyes and tan skin. He has surfer perfect abs, and sculpted arms, but he can't take these guys. Not a chance in hell. He will not make it out of this in one piece. I look around the bar for help and see some people who are downright oblivious and drinking. Some flirting, one passed out on the floor, and others are videoing this! WTF! They are recording it instead of helping. What is wrong with people!?

"Can someone please help! Please! Their gonna hurt him badly! Someone do something!" I beg loudly, looking from side to side for someone to do something. Nobody does a damn thing. Fuckers. I turn to the bartender as a last resort and I give him a pleading look. He grabs a baseball bat that was behind the counter and leaps over the bar which looks kind of sexy and runs over toward the fight.

"HEY! Break it up! Leave him alone!" He shouts at the bikers and they start coming at him. He pales and grips the bat tighter. "Hey, no fights in this bar. Take it outside or leave him alone." He tells them, his voice wavering slightly in fear. "Leave it, buddy, unless you want to be next." One of the scary-ass bikers threatens him and he pales more. He turns and runs back toward the bar, then through a door toward the end of the bar. Is he leaving the bar? Oh my God, what the hell?

I pull my phone out and see it's almost one A.M., and I have a feeling I am going to be calling the police soon. And possibly an ambulance.

Then the bartender walks back into the bar looking determined and I give a confused look before looking back at Minsoo. I then see the door swing open again out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head and see the most attractive guy I have ever seen in my life enter the gay bar. Hot damn, this guy is f*****g gorgeous. He has very dark brown hair and from what I can tell, really dark eyes that look black and seem to be getting darker by the second. He has tan skin and tiny kissable lips. He is wearing a white T-shirt with a black leather jacket over it, which is my weakness. He has dark jeans and combat boots, and a sexy swagger in his walk. He radiates dominance, power, and authority. He is intimidating, even more so than the bikers. Jesus, he is hotter than hell and then some.

He looks determined and pissed off, as he heads straight toward the fight going on. Minsoo is down now, with a black eye, a bloody nose, and a cut lip. Minsoo is holding his ribs, which I think one of the bikers kicked. He doesn't look too good. Damn, these bikers are vicious.

"Hey! Break it the f**k up now! He is down, leave him alone, and get the f**k out! I don't tolerate this s**t in my bar!" Hot guy commands and holy s**t his voice is melodic, smooth, and hot. I am so drawn to him and I have no explanation for it. I literally just dumped my cheating boyfriend, and yet I totally forgot the second this guy walked into the room.

Wait, his bar? He is the owner? He looks too young to own a bar, but at least he looks like he can actually stop this actual bar brawl. "Screw you dude, back off. This guy started it." One of them yells at the owner. The hot owner guy smirks, and it is so panty dropping sexy I swear my pants got tighter, and I squeeze my legs together. The hell? Minsoo is hot too, but he never caused this reaction. Especially not from something as simple as a smirk.

"I don't give a flying f**k who started it, I own this place, now leave." He said so low and so full of power I almost felt the urge to leave myself. Is it weird this is turning me on? He is so powerful and commanding and sexy I can't seem to help to ogle him. What is wrong with me? The bikers flinched and all immediately backed off, then headed straight for the door. And then proceeded to leave the bar. I heard the rumbling of multiple motorcycles, as they all speeded off. Damn, that was impressive.

"Thanks," I say and smile slightly at the owner. He gives me a crooked grin. Dear Lord, he is hotter than hell. "No problem." He replies grinning. I smile. "Yo, Jungkook! That was an awesome man. Those bikers are a pain in the ass." Some other hot guy walks out of the same door, although he is not near as hot as the owner, who is apparently named Jungkook. Wow, that's a hot name. "Tell me about it, damn assholes. You alright?" He tells the other guy, then looks down at Minsoo who I resisted the urge to run to and take care of. He is hurt, but he also hurt me.

"Do I f*****g look alright?" He asks sarcastically and I facepalm. Wow, really? He is almost beaten to a pulp, and if Jungkook hadn't of come out here he would've been and this is how he thanks the guy? How did I love this guy for two years? Two f*****g years. What was I thinking? "Dumbass. He just saved your cheating ass and you thank him with a sarcastic comment. Seriously? I know you've drunk off your ass but seriously b***h, thank the guy." I tell him in exasperation. Hottie looks at me and smiles brightly showing me his cute bunny teeth causing my heartbeat to speed up and butterflies in my stomach. For some reason, I just automatically trust him and want to run straight into his arms.

I smile slightly, then shift my eyes and glared at the cheater, who is trying to push himself up. "Fine, thank you." He grumbles, attempting to stand. He is pretty beat up. "f**k, I think a rib is cracked." He groans. "You deserve it," I mutter quietly. "Excuse me?" Minsoo asks, incredulous. "You deserved it for cheating on me. Albeit, you didn't deserve it to this extent but you still deserved to get your ass kicked." I tell him and shrug. Jungkook's friend looks shocked and amused then laughs, Jungkook looks pissed off but slightly amused, and Minsoo looks shocked.

"You dated this tool?" Jungkook's hot friend asked laughing. "Tool?! If anyone is a tool, it's your wimp ass bartender who ran away." Minsoo yells, as he finally stands. Hot as hell Jungkook looks even angrier.

"Ok, you need to leave too," Jungkook says. I stifle a giggle, which all three men notice. Jungkook looks pleased, his friend looks amused, and Minsoo looks miffed. He isn't as drunk anymore, thank God, but he still isn't sober enough to drive home either. s**t.

"Give me your keys and call an Uber," I order Minsoo and he looks at me blankly then frowns. "I'm fine." He waves it off. "No, you're not. Call an Uber Minsoo. I may be hurt and pissed at you, but I am not letting you drive drunk so you can run into a tree. I loved you for two years, hell I still love you because I can't just turn it off, I am not going to let you kill yourself in a car accident." I admit looking down, playing with my thumbs nervously. I wish I could just remove all my love for him, and all the sadness he caused.

"Fine." He grumbles. He pulls out his cell phone and calls an Uber driver. I decide to wait here until the Uber arrives, so I can make sure he gets into it. Ten minutes later, the Uber arrives and Minsoo ungracefully gets into it, groaning and holding his ribs. "You need to see a doctor," I tell him and he gives me a blank look. "I'm-" I cut him off. "No, you're not fine. Go see a doctor. Bye." I order, then shut the door and walk back into the bar.

"f**k," I say, and finally let the tears fall and cry silently as I plant myself on a barstool. "Are you alright?" I hear a sexy deep, melodic man's voice ask me. I turn my head to see Jungkook and his friend standing beside me, looking at me in worry. "I'm fine." I lie and whip away my tears. They both give me disbelieving looks and sit on the bar stools beside me. I raise an eyebrow at Jungkook and he smiles softly. "Thanks for stopping the fight before it got any worse." I thank him and he nods.

"What happened?" He asks. I sigh loudly and slump my shoulders. "My now ex-boyfriend, or the tool as you", - I point at Jungkook's friend who grins- "called him, was my boyfriend. He stood me up, lying that he was sick, and then his roommate told me he was here. So I came here, found him kissing some b***h who told me they had had s*x many times. So I dumped him. He wasn't happy and wouldn't let me leave, then the biker guy came over and told him to let me go. he got pissed. He hit the biker, then hit him a second time, then the biker hit him, then the rest came over as backup. That's pretty much it." I explain and they nod in understanding, looking solemn.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook, and this is Kim Namjoon, my best friend and the manager." Jungkook introduces them. Namjoon has colored his hair blue-blonde and light brown eyes. He's got dimple, and he is muscular and tall as well. All in all, they are both two of the most attractive guys I have ever seen in my life. But Jungkook is still number one. "I'm Kim Taehyung." I reach my hand out to Jungkook. He takes my hand and I immediately feel sparks. Da f**k? They feel amazing. He smiles brightly when our hand's touch and I am left breathless.

Why do I feel sparks? I mean, they feel great, but, what? And all it makes me want to do is get closer to him and touch him more, anything to keep this feeling. I look at him and his eyes look even darker, and they were already basically black. Which is really sexy. Namjoon looks shocked, his pretty light brown eyes widening then he looks absolutely ecstatic. Why does he look so happy? I pull my hand back, although I really didn't want to.

"Taehyung, what a beautiful name," Jungkook tells me and I can't help but love the way my name sounds rolling off his tongue. Damn. Oh, wait, he said something. "Oh, thank you," I say, blushing because I totally zoned out and focused on his amazing lips. Good God, what I would give to feel those lips on mine.

"So, are you going to be ok Lu-"-Jungkook shoots him a firm look- "I mean Taehyung?" Namjoon corrects himself. What was he going to say? I shrug it off and nod, giving a small smile as I stand up. "Yeah, but I'm going to head home. Bye guys." I wave as I turn toward the door. Then someone grabs my arm, and I feel sparks.

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Ty, IPY