You weren’t really that great of a bartender. You didn’t have much knowledge about different kinds of drinks, got distracted by the music, and couldn’t help but dance behind the bar whenever one of your favorite songs played over the speakers—but honestly, the best way you made your money was by enticing rich men up to your room above the bar.

The tips you earned were more than enough at the end of the night, with a little bonus sometimes, when you danced up the narrow stairs in the back and let them lay you down on your twin-sized mattress. And tonight, you had your eye on a man dressed in all black, looking like he’d just attended a funeral. He’d been visiting the bar for weeks now, and you weren’t oblivious to the way his gaze lingered on you as you worked behind the counter.

Your little side business wasn’t exactly a secret—but that worked in your favor, especially when men offered upfront to pay for your services.

“Hey, pretty boy—get your ass behind the bar. We have customers,” Jisung called out to you. “Who are you trying to impress?” he asked, already knowing you definitely had a motive tonight.

You tugged him in by the belt, leaning in close to his ear. “Table seventeen,” you whispered.

Jisung’s gaze flicked over without being too obvious. “He’s a little old for you, don’t you think?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’ve fucked guys twice his age, probably,” you admitted. “They’re the ones with the money.”