Electric Avenue 
10 W 28th St, New York
21:35

The room is dark.

But the lights behind the bar are bright.

"Fucking hell Karen," you shout, watching her "accidentally" pour vodka on her chest trying to do a mixing trick for the man in front of her. "This is not a wet t-shirt competition, leave the skills to the professionals."

It was a normal night for you if having to deal with the mistakes your degenerate colleagues made were any indication of normalcy.

"I am a p-professional, Y/N," she yelps in retort, wiping her white shirt with the dirty cloth she just used to clean the bar top. "I'm sorry, gosh, what am I going to do?"

Fluttering her lashes up at the man in front of her, who had dollar signs for eyeballs as he looked longingly at her tits, he shrugs. "Could always just take off your shirt?" 

You roll your eyes. "No, not an option." 

Looking between you and the patron, she giggles. "Isn't she just so funny? I'm so sorry, sir. I'll make you another drink after I get changed. I'm just so wet, it's ridiculous."

Rolling your eyes at her display, you turn back to the customer in front of you. "Sorry about that sweetie, what can I get you?"

"Hi, um," The kitten looking girl in a polka dot red and white dress smiles, reacting well to the term of endearment. "I don't really know what to get, I've just turned 21 and I'm here with my friends. Namjoon told me to come up on my own and that you'd help me pick a drink."

"Sweet, can I get some ID?" 

She seems startled by this, quickly searching through her little purse for her ID. Quickly sliding her driver's license across the bar to you, you lean over it, looking at the photo ID and date of birth. 

"So, this is your first alcoholic beverage?" Giving her a head-to-toe scan, you tell her to sit on the stool in front of you. "What do you like, in terms of non-alcoholic beverages you'd order at a restaurant or out with your friends? Fruity? Sweet? Milkshake? Spicy? Soda?"

"I like strawberries?"

"Oh nice," You nod, in thought, immediately deleting half of the menu in your mind. "Do you like pink?"

She blinks at you before nodding. "It's my favorite color."

"Can you handle spicy food and are you allergic to anything?"

"What?" She looks confused as she shakes her head. "I can and I don't know, I think I'm not."

"Okay, that's fine. I only ask because I think I know what drink you might like, and so I have deduced the menu down to three drinks that might suit you."

She gasps, gaping up at you. "Just from those questions?"

You shrug. "It's my job to know what people like."

"Really?" 

"All apart of the service." 

Turning to your station, you grab the cocktail menu with pictures on it. You're used to these kinds of people coming in, and you think it's somewhat special that they'll remember their first drink -one that you made for them. Just looking at the girl, you know she'll want something cute and something weak and tasty. Something she can put on Instagram. 

Putting the menus in front of her, you point to (A) the Pink Lady, an easy to make mellow pink cocktail with gin and a cherry to garnish in a cocktail glass; (B) a Pinky Lemonade, lemonade with vodka and cranberry juice in a highball glass; and (C and arguably the best) your own recipe, the kiss, a sweet cocktail with black doris plum, vanilla vodka and a sugar rim in a champagne saucer.

"Pick your poison, sweetheart."

She pauses, bringing her fingers up to her lips for a moment before searching for a friend behind her. 

"Oppa!" she shouts and you internally cringe at the thought of interacting with a Korean man; your most hated enemies to date, you should've known. "I need your help."

Thing is, your parents want you to meet a nice Christian Korean man. Fuck giving them what they want.

"Karen, you alright serving?" You turn to her as she tries to mop up the vodka on the ground in her heels after putting on a new shirt. "Crikey, Karen, you look like you're having a seizure. You want to use the pole of the mop to hold, not to sit on. What is this? Hogwarts."

"Shut up," Pushing the curls of her blonde hair out from her face, she smiles up at you, impervious to her behavior. "I'm cleaning! I've got this! You just continue helping that sweet girl out."

"Just, don't hurt yourself, I'm afraid if I look away for even a minute, you'll hurt yourself."

Pouting up at you, she whines. "I'm not even sure if that's a kind thing or a mean thing to say to me, can't you just be one thing instead of not one thing?"

You don't respond to that one, you don't even want to.

"Oppa," the girl shouts again, "I don't know which drink to get, I don't want to waste my money on a bad drink," You watch her back stiffen as though she remembered you could hear.

Rolling your eyes, you decide that tonight just might be a night of charity work. If the manager asks why the end of the night stock is a little un-accounted for, surely Karen will take the blame for it with her wet t-shirt parades.

"Dude," a man says, but you don't look up as, you start preparing all three drinks for her. "She can hear what you say, you know. How have you not developed a brain yet? Should I even be funding this drink?"

"Oppa, it's your last night in America, don't be an assshole," She whines, shaking her shoulders up at him. You snort, setting up three glasses in front of you. Quickly making the pink lemonade and the pink lady, you put the two in front of her.

"What's this?" she asks.

"Just wait."

"Hey Lucas," you call out the dishwashing hand. "We got any black doris plum blended back there?"

"Oi hey bitchy bitch!" he shouts back, much to your chagrin. "We got a little, need some now?"

"Yes, please!" grabbing the champagne saucer, you line the rim with lemon as you grab the plate of sugar from behind you. The girl squabbles, suddenly interested in watching you make the third cocktail. "This must be the kiss."

"Here ya go, kimchi," Lucas plants the blender full of freshly blended black doris plum on the counter. "Didn't think you made this drink anymore."

"Well, I don't but it's on the menu now," Turning the saucer upside down, you coat the rim with sugar. Pouring the doris plum into the champagne saucer, you fill a shot glass full of vanilla vodka before carefully pouring it in the glass. "It's a special drink, for the birthday girl."

Stirring the drink with the bar spoon, you watch her hold up her phone and film you in the corner of your eye. You wish you weren't used to it but girls were journalists and cops these days; cocking their snapchats like guns.

"Done." you nod, placing all three drinks in front of her

"But, I can't afford all of them ...I just wanted one?" she stammers, dropping her phone. Staring at the girl, you blow the hair out of your face with the corner of your mouth. "It's on the house. Happy Birthday."

"Oppa, did you hear?" she excitingly hits the man on his chest, "I got three free drinks!"

"I was here watching too," The man you hadn't even noticed was standing beside her, chuckles, looking at you. "That was a nice thing to do for her."

His laugh, a pleasant sound that suddenly interests you enough to look up and respond to that man as he looks at you. You're about to respond with something sarcastic like you usually do, but the intensity of the man's gaze on you and just how beautiful he is knocks the wind out of you. You watch him brush his blonde hair back as he grins, and you swear you feel your heart melt at the sight of two cute dimples appearing on either side of his face.

"Thanks. Um, yeah, you want a drink too? Obviously not like free like hers, you have to pay, with cash or whatever, or like a credit card, whatever and wherever you get the money from," You fumble, feeling pink coat your cold cheeks. You wince at the sound of yourself, since when did you let a man fuck with your confidence?

"Maybe," He laughs softly, leaning on the bar as the girl beside him kitten licks the sugar of the champagne saucer. "You're cute, I'm Namjoon."

"I'm Y/N. Are you sure you don't want a drink? My kisses are the best if you want one?" Extending his hand to you, you wipe your hand on your apron before placing your much smaller hand into his. It doesn't even cross your mind what you've just said and how it can be taken until Namjoon smirks at you.

"Hi Y/N," He squeezes your hand and it takes all of your entire self-control to demand yourself NOT to yank him over the counter and kiss his dimples. "Your kisses, I'm sure they're powerful."

He's staring into your eyes as you are to his before you lamely respond. "You have no idea. I put a fair bit of vodka in them. The best are always strong."

"I should try one of your kisses then," And for the briefest second, you're both aware that he's no longer talking about the drink. Amused by your blush, he shyly looks away, pulling his hand back as he does. Shaking your head from staring at the man, you turn to the girl in front of you, happily sipping on her pink lemonade. "So, what's the verdict."

She hums in thought. "I like all of them but I like the pink lemonade the best."

Taking in the sight of the empty champagne saucer, your heart does a smiley emoji. "There you go then, welcome to the world of alcohol. I hope it's a happy one."

"Any advice?"

Tapping your lips, you surmise that keeping it short and sweet will be best. "Don't mix your alcohols, keep it simple."

She smiles before holding the glass between her hands and the straw in her mouth as she climbs down the stool to her friends. You grab the cloth, cleaning your station, noticing that Namjoon remained sitting on the stool in front of you. "I guess not everyone likes my kisses."

"She doesn't have the faintest idea, don't worry about her."

"I'm not worried."

"She's a bit of a brat anyway, sorry about her," he apologizes, lowering his voice as the music changed to a softer jazz. "She's my best friend's little sister, he lives in Korea and wanted me to supervise the girl's 21st while he's gone skiing. So ridiculous."

"And how old are you? If you don't mind me asking."

"I'm 24," He raises his eyebrows at you. "Why? Are you interested in me already?"

"What?" Pausing your very important cleaning, you falter in a response. "I'm interested in all patrons of this business." The lie is delivered exceptionally well given the circumstances of obvious physical attraction. You've never been good talking to attractive men, especially those you're sexually attracted to like this man.

"That makes me sad," he says, picking at the salted cashew snacks on the bartop. You try to ignore his long fingers and the veins protruding through the exposed skin of his arms, but you can't. You've seen them. They're there. You're wet. It's done.

"Why does that make you sad?" You gulp, looking up at him as he leans closer.

He checks you out, brown eyes full of lust as he strips you naked with a single menacing glance. "I want to be the only one you give attention too."

"Well, business doesn't work that way." 

"And personally? Does it work then?"

Your heart shakes, kicking against your ribs. "Are you propositioning me Namjoon?"

"I might be."

Looking at the empty bar, you lean on it. "Why me?"

He smirks, raising one of the cashews to his lips. You watch the movement of his fingers as he places it on his tongue. "I know what I want."

God, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife right now.

"And that's me?"

Laughing, he takes off his suit jacket and hangs it off his chair. "As soon as I walked into this bar, I wanted you. Is that a crime?"

"Depends on what you plan on committing." 

Running a hand through his hair, he bites his bottom lip. "Whatever you want me to commit." 

"Surprise me." 

Waving you closer with two of his fingers, he meets you half way as you bend yourself over the counter to hear what he has to say. "Come back to mine and you'll find out. I want the maximum penalty and I know you can give it to me." 

"You know I can give it to you? I'm more interested in what you can give to me," Smirking at the boy, you lean forward and grab his wrist as he picks up another cashew from the bowl. Pulling his fingers to your lips, you flutter your lashes at the man. "Do you mind?"

He shakes his head. "Go ahead."

"I have a thing for cashews," Opening your lips, you grab the cashew from his fingertips with your tongue. He watches, suddenly feeling his jeans tighten around his groin as you suck on his fingers. Pulling back, you drop his hand back to the bar. "I love the way they come apart on my tongue, can you agree?"

"Baby, you have no idea because I know something else you'll like that will come apart on my ton-

"Y/N, I need a hand with these drinks!" Karen interrupts dowsing you in cold ice water. "I've got four kisses to make, can you make 8 and i'll make the other 8? I've got an order of 16 drinks. Courtesy of that little birthday party over there."

"Where's our kitchen hand, I don't think we have enough black doris plum?" you shout, shifting your attention from Namjoon's addictive glare to Karen.

"He's gone on his break, fuck I knew sending that little turkey sandwich on a break would be a bad idea, I'm just a dumb head," she slaps the side of her face before grabbing out all the champagne saucers. "Only Jesus can help us now!"

Namjoon raises his eyebrows at you, a once sexy expression replaced by one of complete worry. "Do you want some help? I can come and help?"

Looking over his shoulder, you clock the group of girls passing around the drink before pointing at you. Christ, we might actually need the help. Dropping into a squat, you grab a spare apron from the box underneath the bar before throwing it at Namjoon. "Karen, my friend here is going to help us."

Karen squeals in delight. "Oh, wonderful! Come around ...what was your name?"

"Namjoon," he coughs into his fist. "Kim Namjoon."

"Well, Namjoon Kim Namjoon get your ass over here."

Rushing around the public venue and into the bar, you quickly show Namjoon the ropes of blending the black dorus plum and where to find the extra tins. He's a fast learner, something you immediately like but oh man is he clumsy, something you don't like when he's using a bladed object.

He can't seem to concentrate on the task at hand while googling eyeing you -an action you find to be humbling and incredibly cute.

It's at the third broken tumbler when Lucas, the dish hand comes back from his break. You've made 12 Kisses, and now you have a new line of champagne sauces on your bar.

The bar is full of girls aged between 21-23, all holding up their phones to take selfies under the light. "Ladies, the lighting under the dance floor is better if you want people to see your highlighter!" you offer, just wanting them to get out of your face. They all squeal, rushing over to the dancefloor.

"Oh bro," Lucas slaps Namjoons back. "You're a mess, get out the front and help Y/N, I'll do this."

"But it's the easiest job?"

Lucas rolls his eyes. "And you've still managed to break glasses and waste a tin full of black dorus plus."

Namjoon blushes, afraid you might hear him being grilled at. "Fine. I'll be out front with Y/N. This aint over plum!"

Pushing the drinks onto the bar, a group of girls grab them, fluttering back onto the dancefloor as you continue making the onslaught of cocktails. It was only 10PM at night, it wasn't even a weekend.

"Want some help?" Namjoon whispers, standing behind you. You shudder, feeling his hot breath sweep across your neck as you finish pouring grenadine over three tequila sunrises before pushing them onto the bar for collection.

You turn to him, "Actually yes, could you go out back and grab us a bucket of ice to fill up the box here," you point to the box beside you. "Please?"

He nods, smiling shyly at you. "I can do that."

You smile up at the man, finally able to make out the dimples on his cheeks. "Cute."

He rubs the back of his neck before rushing out back. It's twenty minutes later when the bar clears up and business returns to normal. You're wiping the bench down when Karen announces that she'll be going on her break.

You wave her away as Namjoon leans on the bar beside you as you make an old-fashioned, mixing the large chunk of ice with a bar spoon. "Is it always this busy around here?" he asks, gazing at you tenderly. "That was crazy!"

"Sometimes," Smiling at the drink, you place it in front of the customer before he too leaves the bar. Wiping your hands on your apron, you turn back to your station, immediately cutting up a lime. "Not usually."

"I've always wanted to know how to make cocktails," he starts, walking towards you as you juice the lime for an attended twang to your margarita. "But I break everything."

Pouring tequila into your tin, you add liquor, cointreau and simple sugar. "Scoop some ice into this silver tin for me." You instruct him, watching him as he does it gently as though convinced he'd make a mistake with it.

He hands the tin to you with a triumphant expression. "I'm gonna shake it, so stand a little back and watch me."

Turning around, you watch him eagerly consume your every move. The attention makes your heart race but you aren't about to tell the boy that. Putting the tins together, you hold them at your side with one hand as you shake.

You wonder what he's thinking about because his cheeks turn pink and he suddenly looks like away shyly. You stop, turning back to your station. "What are you blushing about?" you chuckle, putting the filter on top and pouring the content into a fresh glass.

"You." He clears his throat as he steps forward, pressing himself up against your back. All words fail to form on your tongue as you feel a hardness press against your ass. Your fingers shake as you lift the glass and it slips through your fingers, dropping harshly onto the countertop.

Jumping back, you push him back with your ass. "Hey, it's okay," Holding your hips, Namjoon whimpers into the shell of your ear. "But don't do that."

You gulp. "Why not?"

Slipping his fingers under your shirt, he toys with the exposed skin of your hips. "Because I'm trying so goddamn hard not to bend you over this counter right now and fuck you."

Panting, you swallow the desire creeping up your throat. You try hard to fight against the desire to bend yourself over and let him take you but alas, who has self-control with a man who looks like Kim Namjoon?

Unfortunately, you do.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea," Grabbing the tablecloth, you start cleaning up after yourself while looking around the room for eyes and making small movements against his bulge with your hips. "What if I want you to?"

Namjoon freezes before you hear an audible gulp behind you. He thrusts his hips against your ass in warning. "We can't do that here."

Your groin is pulsating as he presses his lips against your skin, kissing your shoulder. "Although, I'd love to. I don't want to. How about we take this somewhere private?"

Turning around in his hold, you stare at the lust-filled brown of his eyes. Pressing your palm on his chest, you slowly trail your hand down until your land on his groin. He raises his eyebrows as you curiously palm him through his jeans. 

He closes his eyes, his face full of both a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Like what you see?"

"You could say that," Leaning up into his ear, you whisper. "I just can't wait to know what you feel like," Pulling back, you smile at the shocked boy as you take off your apron, throwing it at the counter. "Give me twenty minutes, go sit at the bar."

Namjoon kisses the side of your face, a gesture that surprises you as he walks through the staff only door back into the public area, covering his groin with a crumpled up apron. Sitting at the bar, he watches as you access the work computer to log your hours.

"Y/N," Karen pushes through the back area, with a new shirt on after coming back from her break. "I'm back, how's business?"

"Karen, I'm clocking off. That cool?"

"Oh?" She blinks up at you before looking at Namjoon. A sly look crosses her face before she nods. "Absolutely, take all night. I knew this day would happen, holy macaroni you bar rat!"

Namjoon grabs his jacket, abandoning the apron on top of the counter before twirling his hotel keys around his index finger. "Come on, beautiful. Let's go." You ignore the compliment as you avoid stepping on broken glass with your old ass fake converse shoes.

You grab your backpack, as you throw your staff ID onto the countertop and kick through the staff only door. You've never had a one night stand before, in fact, you weren't the kind of girl too but hell, it was his last day in the country.

Why not.

Namjoon stands as he watches you pull your hair out of your ponytail while walking towards him. It feels like one of those slow-motion realizations to Namjoon because fuck, you were beautiful.

Way out of his league, even.

"Let's get out of here," he smiles, that beautiful son of a bitch grin, "I'm staying at a hotel in town, you keen?"

"I don't care where we go, just get me out of here."

He nods. not needing additional words to respond to that.

"Wait," Draping his arm around your waist, you walk towards the exit together. "Aren't you going to say goodbye to your friends and the kid you're supervising?"

Namjoon snorts a laugh. "She's 21, she'll be fine and those numbnuts are not my friends either."

Turning to the motley crowd of girls as they all take selfies, you sigh. "They're young, let them have it. They don't know what life is yet."

"They don't know what anything is."

Pushing through the doors, the cold wind strikes your skin. Namjoon pulls you close, wrapping his jacket around your shoulders. The action makes your heart feel warm, dangerously warm.

Walking towards a taxi stand, Namjoon waves down a cab. "Sorry, thought I was going to drink tonight and didn't drive here. We cool to take a cab?"

He looks nervous to say that to you and then instantly relieved when you shrug. "As long as we get there, I don't care how."

Opening the cab door for you, you jump into the cab, shuffling over so he doesn't have to walk onto the road to get into the other side. Namjoon shuts the door beside him as you both silently put on your belts.

"Where to folks?" the cab driver asks, and you turn to Namjoon.

He looks at you, as though embarrassed of what he was about to say. Raising a fist to his mouth, he coughs. "The Plaza Hotel, please."

Your heart stops. Holy fuck. The man can afford to stay in the Plaza. You do the math internally. Surely, that's at least $1,500 a night and nothing less. The cab begins to move through the dark of night.

Grabbing onto your hand, Namjoon leans close to your ear. "I hope the plaza is okay, we were short on time to find accommodation."

You shiver. "We?"

He nuzzles your neck. "My family but don't worry, they're glamping tonight, it's just me and a couple friends."

Pressing his lips to your neck, you close your eyes, craning your neck for him. "Will they be there?"

"No, not tonight. They'll crawl in tomorrow morning," You lean into his scent and the way his plush lips trace down your neck. "Don't worry baby, we got the room to ourselves."

Raising his hands to your face, he pulls you towards his lips.

The taxi drives through the city. The darkness of the night splays across your melting bodies as he holds your face close to his; as he moves his lips against your own. The streetlights as you drive by them, flick across his milky skin. And your heart is pounding and your clit is throbbing when he licks into your mouth, moving against your tongue. You've kissed men and women countlessly before but nothing, absolutely nothing has ever felt anything as close to how amazing Namjoon is kissing you right now.

Unclipping your seatbelt, you climb onto him. Nevermind that you're in a cab, he holds your hips, pushing you down on his erection as you tug onto his hair. The cab driver coughs, feeling uncomfortable with the sight of his passengers close to fucking in the backseat but uncaring enough to let you continue.

Grinding against his hardening length, Namjoon moans into your kiss, "Fuck." Pulling away, you kiss across his cheek and down his neck as he drops his head back against the seat, letting you have your way with him. He grows needy as he guides your hips against yours, increasing the pace of your body against his. 

"Feels so good." he groans, feeling a desperate need to cum chase up. 

You dig your nails into his biceps as your toes curl in pleasure. "I have an idea, Namjoon. Can't wait to feel you inside me."

He thrusts up into you, holding you a fraction tighter. "I can't wait to be inside you." 

"Um," The taxi fills with light as he pulls up outside the Plaza Hotel. "Sorry to break up whatever it is that you're doing but we've arrived at your destination."

Pulling back from his lips, he stares at you with eagerness as you fix his disheveled hair. "Let's go."

"Don't worry, I'm going." Namjoon laughs.

Pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, you pull yourself off Namjoon. Falling back into your seat as he scours through his wallet, giving the driver a 50 dollar bill, you feel the adrenaline surge through your body as he smiles. "Keep the change."

"Thank you, sir. Enjoy your evening."

You smile politely at the man as you shuffle out behind Namjoon. "You too."

Opening the car door, Namjoon stands beside the door, holding out his hand for you to hold. Grinning, you place your hand into his. "Come on, let's get inside, you're cold."

Namjoon pulls you to his side, never letting go of your hand as he calmly walks up the hotel stairs as though you both hadn't just traded spit in the cab, seconds ago. You feel significantly underdressed as a man wearing a funny coat opens the door for you. Namjoon fixes himself as you hide under his jacket.

"Mr. Kim, welcome back. I was beginning to wonder when you'd be back, it's been awfully quiet without you."

He bows at you before you hold onto Namjoon's arm, hiding behind him.

"Thank you," he says, not entirely convincing. "I'm sorry if my music has been disturbing the peace, in future, just tell me if it is problematic and I'll turn it off."

The man nods.

"Duly noted," he tips his head as he opens the door for him. "Welcome back."

"Thank you," Namjoon pauses before walking through the door. "And don't worry, I'll be on my best behavior."

"Yeah right," you whisper.

He winks at you as you walk towards the elevator.

You stand side by side in silence, watching the elevator go down to ground floor. He doesn't touch you and you don't touch him.  

Best behaviour my ass.