I took the clothes Taehyung brought and walked to Namjoon's office to change. The clothes were a little more revealing than what I wanted to wear, but I was getting used to Taehyung's taste. The tight, black velvet leggings were comfortable and though the lace bodysuit was revealing, he'd included a cropped leather jacket so I could cover up, which I was grateful for. And thankfully, the heels he brought were much more comfortable that the ones I'd had to wear the night before. After I dressed, I went to the bathroom to put on the makeup he'd brought and splash some water and product on my hair to bring out the natural waves, then pulled it up into a high ponytail to keep it off my neck when the club got hot with all the sweaty bodies. When I walked back in Namjoon's office to finish the paperwork, he was back in his chair. He looked up and dropped his hand on the desk, leaning back in his seat and looking at me from head to toe.

"Is that what Tae picked out for you?"

"Yes, sir." I tried not to smirk as I said it, but I enjoyed the effect it seemed to have on Namjoon. His eyes dropped a little as his tongue swiped across his lips. He put the end of his pen in his mouth, chewing on the tip. "Do you like it?" I did a slow turn to let him see everything.

He didn't say anything right away. When I quirked my eyebrow, he cleared his throat and shifted in his chair. "Yeah -- yes, it looks good. You'll play your part quite well."

I couldn't say why, but seeing the hooded look to Namjoon's eyes made me want to play with him a little. I walked over to his desk and sat down on the edge. He slid back in his chair a little to make room for me. "I don't know. I'm trying to decide if I should wear the jacket or not. What do you think?" I let the leather slide off my shoulders and sat it down beside me. Namjoon didn't take his eyes off mine.

"You look better without it, but I think you should keep it on."

"Why is that," I asked in a sweet voice, letting a little of my own lust fill my eyes.

Namjoon reached out and ran his hands over my soft, tight pants. "Because I don't want anyone else looking at you the way I am right now."

I leaned forward, placing my knee on the edge of Namjoon's seat between his legs while bracing my hands on his shoulders. My ponytail fell down in his face. "And what way is that?"

"You know what you're doing, Morgan. The question is, how far do you want to take this game?"

His hands slid up my hips as I brought my face down to his. "I'm not sure," I whispered as I started to close the distance between us.

"Don't start something you aren't interested in finishing, kitten."

"Yes, sir." I felt him harden against my knee. A half second before our lips touched, though, a hard knock on his office door had me straightening like a rod. I jerked around just as Hobi stepped inside the office.

"Joon? Oh," he stopped, giving us a knowing grin. "Am I interrupting?"

I grabbed my jacket and hurried away from the desk, taking my spot in the floor with my sea of papers. "Nope. I was just asking Namjoon if he thought my outfit was appropriate for tonight."

Hobi looked down at me without losing his grin. "I think if you wear that, we won't even have to pull out our guns for there to be a body count."

I smiled down at the papers around me, embarrassed by his comment. I wasn't used to people wanting me. Especially men as rich and handsome as these.

"Can I do something for you, Hobi, or are you just going to stare down at Morgan all night?"

Hobi held up his hand, "not all night, but give me another second."

My face flashed hot as I suppressed a nervous giggle.

"Okay, I'm good," Hobi said, mocking a shiver before looking back at Joon. "Who do you want to handle security after everything last night? VIXX will be out for blood after we took out their enforcer."

"Bring in Hongjoong and Seonghwa again. They do their jobs well and don't ask questions they don't need to."

"Cool, cool," he said, turning back to the door. He looked back at me and gave me a wink before walking out and closing the door behind him. Joon didn't say anything else about our almost-kiss, so neither did I. I wasn't even sure what had gotten into me before. It wasn't like me to try and seduce someone like that, but it had felt so good to have his eyes and hands on me. I wanted to do it again, but the more time that passed, the less nerve I had to do it. Finally, after a couple more hours, Joon stood and stretched his arms over his head.

"I'm going back to the house for a bit to clean up and get changed. When you're finished in here, see what Jimin and Hobi need you to do before we open. They'll order supper." And with that, he walked out the door like nothing had even happened between us. I tried not to let it hurt, but I was just a naive little girl playing a game I didn't understand the rules of. I leaned back against the cushioned chair behind me and cussed myself for letting my emotions get involved in something they had no right being involved in. I was going to have to toughen up if I was going to survive in this world.

***

The rest of the evening passed by slowly. Jimin and Hobi had everything under control and didn't really need me for anything so I just sat around cleaning the bottles stacked in the middle of the circular bar. By the time Jessi's stage crew started setting up, I was already yawning and ready for bed.

"You need to stop that right now," Jimin joked. "You've still got a whole shift in front of you."

"I'm used to passing out under a box by the time the sun sets. How the hell do you stay awake for so long?"

"Drugs."

I laughed until I saw his raised eyebrow. "Wait, you're serious?"

"Of course. No normal person can work the hours we do without a few stimulants." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a baggy of bright pink tablets. "Want one?"

I wrinkled my nose and held out my hands in front of me. "No thanks. I've got enough problems in my life without getting messed up on drugs."

"Suit yourself, princess," he scoffed, knocking one back with a shot of something.

"Should you be mixing those with alcohol?"

He shrugged. "Hasn't killed me yet."

"There's a first time for everything," I mumbled.

"Look, you worry about your own perfect life and I'll worry about mine? Got it?"

My mouth dropped as I looked at Jimin. He had never been so short with me. He just shook his head and threw his towel down, walking over to Jessi and her crew. He gave her a kiss on the lips before looking back at me and I tried not to let it hurt. But it did. Because I'm a stupid little girl who feels too damn much.

"Don't let it bother you," Hobi said softly beside me. He leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms and watching as Jimin laughed with everyone around him. "He's got some issues he's dealing with and he doesn't like being called out on it. We've all said similar shit to him over the years. It's a sensitive topic."

"Aren't you worried about him?"

"Of course we are. He's our brother. But people are never going to change until they acknowledge there's a problem and are willing to fix it." Hobi shrugged. "Jimin's not there yet."

"What do you do if he stops his heart with that shit?"

"Do our best to save him." The look in Hobi's eyes was full of sadness. He patted me on the shoulder before walking away to tend to his own job. As the crew began their sound checks, I started wiping down the bar.

"That shit's never shined so bright before," Jungkook said as he slid into a stool across from me. His smile was infectious and thankfully lifted the sour mood I was in. "If you're not careful, Namjoon will have you working in here every night."

"Yeah, I wouldn't want that. Between dealing with everyone's mood swings and having zero sleep, ever, I don't know if I could handle it."

Jungkook's eyebrows wrinkled together. "Everything alright?"

I nodded and tossed the rag I was using down into the laundry basket. "Yeah. It's just been a long day already."

"You wanna talk about it?"

I looked up at Jungkook and for the first time since I met him, he looked sincere. I smiled shyly and shook my head. "No, it's fine. Just getting used to gang life."

Jungkook threw his head back and laughed. "Well, when you do, let me know. I've been in this since I was a kid and I'm still not used to it."

I leaned on the bar and put my head in my palm. "So what kind of mission did Jin have you on?" I was just trying to make small talk, but with the way Jungkook looked down at his hands, I suddenly wished I hadn't brought it up.

"The kind I don't want to talk about when it's over."

"Oh, sorry."

"It's okay." He looked back up and smiled, the mask back in place. "So, since they've got you behind the bar, do you know how to tend it or are you just there to look hot?"

I felt my face flush again. "Yes, I know how to tend it. Are you even old enough to drink?"

Jungkook feigned offense. "Excuse me, I'm 21. I can drink in any country I want to now."

"Oh, sorry, that baby bunny face threw me. You looked a lot younger," I said with a giggle.

"I liked you better when you were throwing Joon on his ass."

"Stick around, then. I'm sure you'll get to see it again." I looked up just in time to see Joon walking towards us. "Speaking of the asshole..."

Jungkook turned around on his stool and smiled at Joon as he leaned against the bar. "Hey, Kook. You're here earlier than I expected."

"Yeah, the job wasn't as bad as we expected."

"Good. We've already got a line forming, even with the weather, so it's going to get crazy when we open. I want you to stay with Morgan. Don't let her out of your site." He turned his piercing eyes on me. "And if you need to go to the bathroom, use the one in the VIP lounge. That's where I want you to stay all night. It'll be easier to keep an eye on you there."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you worried that I'll get hurt. or that I'll fuck something up?"

Namjoon stood and looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "I'm just minimizing the chance that we'll have a mess to clean up. One way or the other." He gave Jungkook a pointed look before walking off to talk to the two guys working security.

"Ass," I murmured under my breath. Jungkook turned back around with an eyebrow lifted just as a pretty girl with silver hair and perky breasts popping out the top of her shirt ducked under the bar top and walked over to us.

"Who the hell are you," she demanded.

I cocked an eyebrow. "I work here. Who the hell are you?"

"The fucking bartender." She turned on Jungkook. "Don't tell me they're replacing me on the busiest fucking night of the week!"

Jungkook lifted his hands in defense. "Chill, Gina. She's with us. She's our...escort." He said that like it was something gross. Gina looked back at me and sneered.

"Well, that explains her clothing."

"Excuse me, bitch? Like you've got room to talk. You're about to choke on your own tits! You fu--"

"Okay, okay, ladies. Chill the fuck out," Hobi said, coming up behind me and putting his hand on my shoulder. "Gina, get started prepping the bar. Chan will be here in fifteen minutes to help and Yuri will be here in an hour. Morgan, go with Jungkook."

"You mean I've got to split my tips with those two idiots tonight," I heard Gina yell as I ducked under the bar top and met up with Jungkook.

"She seems pleasant," I grumbled.

Jungkook laughed. "Yeah, she's feisty." I looked up, wondering if she was feisty in other ways that he knew about. But I didn't ask. "She mellows out once it gets busy and she gets a few shots in her. And the customers love her."

"Well, I don't."

"I saw that. Come on, little lamb. Let's get ourselves set up in VIP and out of the way before I have to start beating men off you. I'm tired and I'm done fighting for the night."

I sighed and followed Jungkook up the stairs, glancing back to see Gina burning a hole in the back of my head with her stare.

So much for making female friends anytime soon.