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"Now I regret taking a week off work," Taehyung groaned, swishing the amber liquid in his glass, the sharp scent of bourbon filling the air. "So... what? A few more days?"
"Two or three, yeah," the man across from him smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. "A shame, really. If I'd known someone as cute as you worked here, I would've stayed a little longer."
Taehyung's finger traced the lip of the glass in slow, deliberate circles, a quiet smile pulling at his lips. The air in the dimly lit bar was heavy with the warmth of something unspoken, the tension of the game already beginning to simmer.
His giggle was soft, almost teasing, as he shifted his weight, the borrowed bartender's uniform clinging to his form in all the right ways. It was a costume—one of many layers he wore, both for protection and for the thrill. The plan had barely begun, and already, the two men were locked onto him, unaware of just how deep they were already falling into his trap.
With a sudden, mischievous spark in his eyes, Taehyung leaned in, dropping his voice to a low purr. "My break's almost over. How about when my shift ends at eleven, you both come find me in the staff lounge?"
His words hung in the air, thick with an enticing promise. He licked the edge of one of the men's necks slowly, the delicate touch sending a shiver down his own spine. His upper thigh pressed briefly against the other's rough hand, and he couldn't help but smirk, a thrill buzzing beneath his skin. He pulled away just as quickly, catching the startled look in their eyes, before tossing them a wink.
With one final, languid glance, Taehyung moved around the bar, his hips swaying in a way that made the men almost forget to breathe. As he disappeared through the back door and into the staff lounge, the sound of his soft footsteps echoed in the hallway.
"They're coming in here at eleven," Taehyung said, his voice quiet but filled with purpose. His eyes were sharp now, business-like, every movement precise. "Just the two of them. They don't appear to be armed, but we'll need to play it safe. You'll hide in the changing rooms. I'll get them comfortable first, and then... you'll know when."
He grabbed a stray apron from the hook, the fabric cool against his fingertips, and tied it loosely around his waist, preparing himself for the next phase. His demeanour shifted subtly, the playful smile replaced by something more focused, more calculated.
"I've got two hours to pretend to work." He paused, glancing back with a quiet, knowing smirk. "See you."
And just like that, he was gone.
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