-"¡callarse la boca!" -"Hazme."

JayWon - Secret Agent

Loud music was blasting, neon lights pointing and glowing everywhere, and pole dancers were filling Jay's head, it was just another of those days where Sunghoon would pest the hell out of Jay about going with him at this club or bar he just saw to loosen up. What's the difference between today and the past days? Sunghoon brought him to a fucking strip club.

Albeit he wasn't interested at first, he got nothing to do in the office nor at home either. "I'll leave you here for a moment" Well what the fuck.

Not like he doesn't know what to do, Jay just hates it when he's in somewhere he isn't familiar with. He thought he might see one of his colleagues or what, they'll use this as an evidence or chance to get back at him. But why'd he care now when he is already here.

"Excuse me where's the comfort room?" A staff stopped and pointed at the direction of where he's looking for. Once he was in he shot the cctv from a blind spot and threw off his navy jacket that was full of blood. He scoffed at how anyone didn't noticed nor pointed it out; glad that the dim lights were a help. He was the only one in the room. He took his lighter and lit on fire, changing to his extra clothes- although it was a fucking suit he didn't had a choice.

Working at the underground wasn't hard for him, everyone will get shivers down their spine just by mentioning his name. He was known for the 'no fun' and 'careless' one among his circle of friends. He definitely doesn't find fun in killing but its absurd that he doesn't feel any ounce of guilt at all.

Seeing the once cloth he wore was now pure dust. He went out and sat at one of the stools at the bar counter, leaning back whlist loosening the tie around his neck a boy in red long sleeves and black pants walked across his direction. Jay eyed it from head to toe and boy his prudence in his body sprinted out of him, that waist contrasting to his quite broad shoulders- he wants to bruise and wrap both of his hands around them, that ass and not to mention he looks tiny. Out of all the people in the club, including those girls stripping and twirling around the pole- That boy is a walking meal. Damn his gay ass is showing again..

He texted Sunghoon who's at god knows where and what he is doing to inform him that he might get busy tonight.

He was a tad surprised that the boy was beside him now, 'so he's a bartender here' Jay thought. "Give me what you do best" he watched as the bartender grabbed and flaired those stainless shaker untill he placed everything in and served it.

"Blue Curacao Mojito, enjoy sir..."

"Jay." Jay liked how the boy's voice didn't sounded deep or manly in any possible ways, he guessed he was older than him. But he felt as if he heard it before, but he needs to make sure before making a move. Jay got sceptical but took a sip and got curioused at what's in it.

"Its mainly made of Rum, lime or lemon, club soda, mint leaves and some blueberries which makes the colour blue. There's no poison Sir Jay "

Something stirred up in Jay when the boy sparked their conversation, from simple questions to one's type on beds. The Bartender wasn't really into these conversations but he knew this'll help when time comes.

"Sir, you have a daddy kink don't you?" Jay was titillated. He poked his tongue in his inner cheek and asked back at him. "What's your name first?" There's something about the way this boy in front of him

"Caleb. Now answer my question" this Caleb is really something, the said boy turned around and Jay took this as a chance to scan his features- and that consisted of accidentally seeing something.

An earpiece. Why would a bartender have an earpiece? Now this is the game he'd like to play. "Caleb? can you follow me for a moment? I'm no harm" Jay chuckled went first leading this Caleb to where less people can see them and more secluded area. He pushed him against the wall face to face with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. Caleb tried to get away but Jay has a metal like grip on him.