Promise

01: Meeting

"Hmm, let me guess then." Wooyoung trailed off, looking over the man once more before letting his eyes trail to the crowd. He tried finding some people who gave off similar vibes to the blonde, and felt himself bite his lip just a little. "Tall brunette, and equally as tall green haired guy are your friends?"

Again the blondes eyes widened, taken aback once more by the bartender.

"I'll take that as a yes." Wooyoung smiled to himself, reaching below the bar once more to start preparing two drinks.

"How'd you know that?" The man asked skeptically, but also sounded intrigued. He took a sip from his glass as he watched the bartender.

"Lucky guess." Wooyoung replied cheekily, eyes looking over the blondes shoulder. "But they are both also coming over here, and it seems like they're looking for you."

"Hey. Wooyoung." A loud voice called out from beside the bar, slightly startling the bartender as his eyes looked over and found his boss glaring at him. "Come here."

"Shit." Wooyoung cursed under his breath. He then turned his head and acted as if nothing was wrong, smiling towards his boss. "Let me finish these drinks! I'll be there in a sec."

The woman pointed her finger at Wooyoung, as if warning him to keep to his word.

Quickly Wooyoung finished the simple drinks for the blondes taller friends, hoping they would keep up their pattern and order the same thing they got the last time. He set the two glasses down on the bar, sliding them towards the blonde with an apologetic smile.

"I probably should've cut them off, but those can be on the house." Wooyoung quickly explained, taking a rag and wiping his hands, having spilled some of the drinks on himself from rushing. "Not sure I'll be back, but thanks for the conversation."

The blonde opened his mouth, obviously wanting to say something, but Wooyoung walked away before he could get any words out. Wooyoung didn't turn around, or give any form of acknowledgment to anyone he passed, not even his coworker who was moving to take his place. The other bartender asked for a heads up, but Wooyoung walked by silently, jaw clenched and a mean look in his eyes.

Taking two stairs at a time, Wooyoung was fast to navigate his way through the second floor of the club, where only staff was allowed. Maybe the occasional special customer that an employee brought to their room.

"What?" Wooyoung snapped upon entering his bosses office. He stared down at the woman who simply sat at her desk, looking through files and random papers. "I was in the middle—"

"Here." The woman cut him off, throwing a yellow envelope that was on her desk onto the floor, a few feet before Wooyoung. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes, feeling himself getting angry, but suppressed it to the best of his abilities. He crouched down and picked up the envelope, which felt heavier than he anticipated. With a skeptic look he glanced up at his boss, who never looked away from her work, seemingly having no care in him whatsoever.

With a silent sneer Wooyoung opened the envelope, tearing it a bit due to how rough he was being. He tilted his head looking at the contents, pulling out a few papers to look them over a bit better.

"Are you being serious?" Wooyoung stood upright in an instant, his tone mean and suspicious rather than excited. "Just like that?"

The woman looked up with a glare. "Yes. Take it and leave. And don't think about returning."

"Ah, so there was a catch." Wooyoung scoffed, shaking his head as he looked down into the envelope once more. His heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears.