#mongrang x reader

Mongrang was always one of those types of people - one of the handsome men who always hung around White Eagle Town, a woman holding onto each of his arms. It was almost like a routine for him. He got what he wanted; a momentary lapse of entertainment, and then breaking the hearts of the women who clung onto him like glue (though, he only rejected them so harshly as a sort of revenge for Byung Gu).

Though this did get boring, Mongrang always found the chase to be exhilarating. He loved the faces of the men around him, jealous of the beautiful women always looking at him instead of them. It did make sense. He was handsome, rich, dressed nicely, and he even fought well. Mongrang was the whole package! Why wouldn't he have admirers?

Except, within the sea of the admiration that he found himself in, it was all superficial. Mongrang liked to drown himself in it, but he knew that all people wanted him for was for his looks or his reputation. He didn't enjoy the adoring looks that were reflected in people's eyes, for he knew they simply adored everything about him except for him. No one ever thought to get to know him better, and to explore the depths of his personality.

...Why was he even thinking of this? Perhaps these were the musings of a drunk, lonely man. It was quite late, after all. Mongrang chuckled to himself, setting the money on the table for the wine, before he got up and sauntered to the inn he was staying at. He reached the inn, then into his room.

Wait.

This wasn't his room. He only realised this a few seconds too late when he saw you pouring yourself some alcohol. Curse him and his drunken mind. It seemed like you hadn't drank a single drop, seeing as how you noticed him right away.

"Um... hi?" You asked with awkwardness lacing your voice. Mongrang felt himself sweating, getting more and more embarrassed under your gaze.

"He- Hello," He replied, and internally cursed himself for stuttering, especially in front of a woman as pretty as you. Mongrang cleared his throat and spoke again, "I... am deeply sorry, I walked into the wrong room and I-"

"Would you like to drink with me?" You suddenly asked, interrupting him.

Mongrang's eyes widened, "Why do you ask?"

"It's lonely drinking by myself, no? And I don't mind making new friends, I'm new to White Eagle Town."

Was it just Mongrang, or was your voice like sweet honey to his ears? He couldn't hear the shrill of deception in your voice like he had heard with all the other women he'd met, and you seemed incredibly genuine. Though, your words did sting his heart a little, as he was drinking by himself just a few minutes prior to this meeting. He also couldn't find it in himself to reject you, so he gave you a charming smile and nodded.

"I don't mind," He said, before quickly asking, "What's your name?"

You seemed to ponder the question for a bit (what's there to ponder?) and you answered, "It's [Last Name] [Y/N], yours?"

"Mongrang."

You gave him a smile, before pushing one of the chairs out from underneath the table and motioned for him to come and sit next to you. It made sense - how else would Mongrang drink? Doing as you asked, he softly sat on the chair you pulled out and asked in a joking manner, "I drank a little bit earlier. If I black out, I can blame you, right?"

You laughed, then nodded, "Of course you can. But hopefully that doesn't happen."

Mongrang liked your laugh. He gave a small smile and nodded, pouring himself a drink into one of the cups that the inn provided. He then spoke up, "Thanks for the drink, [Last name]."

"Thanks for the company, Mongrang!"