Chapter #2 Happy Anniversary

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I arrived at the bar 45 minutes later. The mansion was quite a drive from the bar. I swung the door open, met by a few other staff members setting up for the night, each sending me a polite nod. A smile formed on my lips when I looked behind the bar counter.

"A Sex on the Beach please." I teased, leaning against the counter, acting as a customer.

"Took you long enough asshole. I had to clean all the glasses myself." Yoongi complained, not a single shit was given about the small joke I made. I sighed, throwing my body over the counter so I was on the other side where Yoongi was.

"Okay, Okay. I'll clean the nozzles, deal?"

He waved me off, tossing me a wet rag. It may not seem like it but that was his way of saying I forgive you. Yoongi was hard to read but once you matched his actions to what they actually met he was probably one of the softest most considerate humans I've ever met. 

The night started swiftly. A slow stream of customers filtering in. A few simple beers were offered most of the night until the time struck about midnight. This was when I actually enjoyed my job. The true chaos yet the sheer amount of structure that went into completing a night successfully.

The crowd didn't disappoint. I had a good crowd of about fifteen people in front of me. I shook, flipped, slammed, popped, poured, and rotated, drink after drink. All actions that came natural but yet never failed to create an uncomfortable burn in my wrists. A slender woman, a woman I recognized as a regular. That's another important part about my job. Remembering.

"Mrs. Yoon." I fluttered from my lips, letting my shoulder drop and my stance relax, a method to manipulate a comfortable atmosphere.

"Jungkook, we both know we are past such formalities." She said, batting her eyelashes. I've got her hooked. I smiled.

"A Midori then, Yu-jun?"

She smiled, touched that I remembered her name.

"You know best." she grinned, resting her arms on the counter, letting her top gape to show some cleavage. I had many clients similar to this encounter for the next few hours. The conversations became more and more random as the bar continued to fill with intoxicated people. 

I took a step back and allowed myself to take a deep breath for the first time that entire night. Yoongi swiftly took my place. I leaned backwards against the counter, my back facing the crowd. I shivered when I felt the back of my pants being pulled slightly. I reached my hand pulling out money that had been stuffed in the rim of my pants. I smirked.

"Look who decided to show up." I smiled, knowing exactly who'd I meet eyes with.

"I couldn't help myself. You look really sexy right now. I just feel like you needed to know that. Your hair looks damp. You know? Like, the sexy damp."

I laughed. Jimin threw me a sleazy smile. Jimin's been my closest friend since sophomore year of high school. Puberty hit us hard, let's just say that. I was thankful because we weren't exactly among the group of people who were accepted. Then again maybe that's why we were such close friends.

"Let me guess. A Hpnotiq? No wait, you look like you just fucked someone. A Damiana then? Or maybe you're feeling a little submissive. A Limoncello perhaps?"

"Submiss- Says you, you fucking hypocrite. You're literally flirting with your whole chest exposed for money, who's the real slut? And not that it's any of your business but yes, I did infact just fuck someone."

"They must've been one of the old rich motherfuckers, judging by the wad of cash you just shoved in my pants. A Damiana then? A real good one for the nights you want to forget the pain of banging a sixty year old. It has a much higher chance of making you finish." I said, already preparing the drink.

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