Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #18 Number One Bartender

I arrived about thirty minutes before opening. The cleaning staff and even the strippers sent me dirty looks. Looks that were completely justified but I still sent them sneers as I passed.

 My mother didn't give birth to a man that can take shit from anyone. Even if it's deserved. The one encounter I was in fact dreading was seeing Yoongi. With my head held high I headed for the bar counter.

Yoongi was already stationed, cleaning nozzles and glasses. I swung my legs across the counter, positioning myself behind it. I meandered slowly towards Yoongi. 

He didn't even spare the slightest glance. Because of Taehyung I was used to being treated like this. That didn't change the fact that it hurt since it was Yoongi giving me the silent treatment.

I teetered on my heels, waiting for him to tell me what I needed to do. When his gaze didn't move from the elegant curves of the glasses, I knew that I was going to need to take the initiative to make today the easiest day of work he's ever had.

With a deep sigh I busied myself with reconfiguring the wall of expensive alcohol that was so tall it hit the ceiling. I glanced at the clock. Five minutes before opening.

 I grabbed an empty glass. Whiskey. Yoongi's favorite type of alcohol. I knew from observing him on his breaks that one of his favorite drinks was called The Godfather. A drink loaded with whiskey. 

It's a relatively easy drink to make. The only thing needed was Scotch Whiskey and Amaretto.

 I poured both liquids into a mixing glass, stirring thoroughly knowing how much Yoongi hates alcoholic drinks that taste gritty. I considered him somewhat classy so I added a small splash of single malt Scotch on top.

All that was left was garnish. I placed a large cylindrical ice cube into the small drink, knowing he prefers his drinks on the rocks.

 I meticulously sliced a small sliver into a cut slice of lemon, sliding it gently onto the rim of the glass. I glanced at the door to see a few customers beginning to sprinkle in. I quickly slid the glass to where Yoongi was still cleaning the beer nozzles, his gaze looking at everything but me.

"Yoongi~" I sang.

"I made you something~"

He continued to ignore me.

"It's your favorite. The Godfather."

He didn't even bat an eye. If I couldn't get through to Yoongi with alcohol then I didn't know how else to. I tapped my nails on the sides of the glass, thinking hard. If Yoongi was mad at me the whole night, today wasn't going to be fun for anyone.

"I know I've been fucking up for the past few weeks but I promise from here on out I'll be here. I'll arrive early...and leave late. Whatever I can do to make it up to you."

Nothing. He gave me nothing, not a single reaction. This was killing me.

"I'll make you whatever drink you want, whenever you want."

Still nothing.

"I'll clean the nozzles and glasses everyday. By myself, no help."

A small eyebrow raise. We're getting somewhere.

"I'll bring you a new pack of cigarettes everyday."

He gave me a long bitter gaze before clicking his tongue.

"Sobranie Black Russians?" He finally said. I cocked my head, a look of disbelief on my face.

"Sobranie Black Russians? Do you know how much those bastards cost a pack?" I whined. He glared.