Sugar

9. In the Bar

"That dress looks amazing," Yoongi raises an eyebrow, appraising me, a mild approval on his face. I turn around slowly, letting him see the silky red fabric clinging to my curves, how long my legs look with the short article of clothing, then flash him a smile.

"Glad you like it."

"I do." The corner of his mouth quirks upward and he offers me his arm, holding open the door as we walk in.

Yoongi's much more low-key than most of my other clients, usually asking me to meet in clubs or smaller restaurants rather than expensive places, and tonight's no exception as he leads me into a bar, dark and crowded, the smell of smoke and alcohol filling my nose.

Yoongi leads me through the crowd, his grip firm, until we reach the bar and he finds two empty stools, sitting next to me. "Anything to drink? My tab."

"I'll take whatever." I'm a lightweight, so it's not like I'll drink more than a few sips anyway.

Yoongi turns to the bartender. "An Irish bomb for the lady and a laphroaig, neat."

The bartender turns and I grin a little at Yoongi. "Irish bomb?"

"You've never had one?" He chuckles lightly, his hand coming to rest on my lower back, his thumb lightly brushing my skin through the thin fabric of my dress. "You'll like it."

"Gotta appreciate a man who knows his way around drinks. Those convenience store beers our first meeting must have been torture for you."

He chuckles lightly, sliding my glass over to me. "I would have drank even chicha for you." He raises his glass and I grin, tapping the rim with mine.

"No idea what you just said, but I'm sure it was sweet."

Yoongi chuckles. "Chicha is an old Latin American corn-based drink. It's traditionally prepared with human saliva to break down the sugars in the corn."

"Gross!" I laugh, taking a small sip of my drink, finding it pleasantly sweet, only a slight tang of the alcohol. "You really do know your liquor."

"It's my business." Yoongi finishes his whisky, tapping the glass on the bar for another.

"Really? I didn't know that." I take another sip of my drink, enjoying the creamy sharpness.

"Did you read my profile at all?" Yoongi chuckles lightly, picking up his new glass, lounging against the bar. "I own the Min corporation."

I tilt my head, the name not ringing a bell, and Yoongi chuckles. "The logo with the star?"

"Uhm..."

He grins, turning to the bartender. "Could I have the bottle of vodka?"

He passes him a large bottle and Yoongi turns it for me, pointing out a small star with the word Min emblazoned across it in the bottom corner of the label, then turns back. "How about a rum?"

Beer, gin, tequila, even chardonnay and prosecco. Another bottle, another star logo.

"Wow. I had no idea."

Yoongi chuckles, handing a bottle back. "We make a lot, but the liquor is the best."

"That's really neat." I flash him a grin and he rests his hand on my lower back, where the dress dips low, my bare skin warm under his cool fingers.

"It does have its perks." Yoongi brushes runs his thumb over my skin and I shiver slightly, giving him a flirtatious smile.

"So, tell me more about your company."

Yoongi chuckles, leaning in closer, his lips touching my ear as he speaks lowly. "I can't give away all my secrets yet, can I, sweetheart?"

I grin, gently trailing a finger over his chest, up his neck to his jaw. "Well, that's a disappointment."

His hand makes small circles over my skin, trailing lower down my back, and I give him a smile, looking up at him through my eyelashes. "Min Yoongi, what do you think you're doing," I purr gently, the words softened by my playful tone, and Yoongi grins slightly, his eyes on someone behind me that I can't see as he leans forward slightly, his lips on my ear.

"I'll give you another thousand dollars to make out with me right now," his voice is low, slightly raspy, and I'm slightly caught off guard, composing myself, giving him another flirtatious smile.

"You know, I don't think - "

I'm cut off as he pulls me against him, his lips meeting mine, tongue darting in and out of my mouth feverishly, his hands moving to grip my ass, and I let out a soft moan of surprise, giving in as he presses closer, his tongue making my toes curl.

It's completely different from kissing Seokjin, the complete opposite of Seokjin's tender, slow, tentative kisses - Yoongi's feverish, hurried, aggressive. He's skilled, too, his tongue making me gasp, his teeth dragging across my lower lip, and I inhale as his fingers trail up my back to tangle in my hair, pulling gently, his mouth increasing in pace as he pulls me closer, into his lap, my legs on either side of his waist.

It's in the back of my mind, how wrong this is, with my thing with Seokjin going on right now, but I can't pull away with his grip on my waist pressing me against him, his tongue making me unable to breathe, stars invading my vision as Yoongi presses me against him, causing me to tighten my legs around his waist, vaguely wondering how he's keeping his balance on this barstool with me on his lap.

I can't breathe when he pulls away, my chest heaving for breath, and I run my fingers over his shoulder, feeling the way his breath quickens, and his grip on my waist loosens, his hands pulling away from my skin to run through his hair, leaving it messy.

"My ex was behind you," he says hoarsely, his eyes meeting mine, and I nod, feeling oddly unsteady as I unhook my legs from his waist, getting off of him slowly to move back to my own stool.

"That's all right. I understand."

"I'll transfer another two thousand to your pay for tonight." Yoongi sips his drink casually, as if nothing just happened, and I nod, flashing him a grin.

"Thanks."

"No problem." We sit there in silence for a minute then Yoongi chuckles slightly.

"For what you do, you're quite sensitive, aren't you?"

I try not to flush in embarrassment, instead throwing him another flirtatious smile. "I'm fairly certain that was just you. That tongue could make anyone weak."

He chuckles. "I'll have to test that sometime." He throws me a careless grin, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he stands. "You ready?"

I nod, standing. "Don't we still have to pay?"

Yoongi grins, leading the way away from the bar, through the people to the front door. "I own this bar," he says casually, pushing the door open for me to leave first.