'5 star'

@Lee Taeyong❖(山口組) The way his eyes never wavered from Seongwu's own stirred something inside of him. Those enigmatic orbs that reflected the light of the bar surely masked some hidden intentions. But with the state the male was in right now, he barely paid it any attention. "I would kill for company like you," he flirted back aggressively, the hand that was already on his thigh wandered dangerously close to the tent in the other's pants. As the male leaned closer, the smell of cigarettes lingered faintly on his lips. It wasn't that he minded, but the thought of tasting cigarettes on his tongue was intriguing. Despite the obvious warnings the stranger gave, Seongwu still couldn't help but consider it a challenge. "Hmm, why don't we find out?"

Because he didn't want the other to notice just how much his gaze was affecting him, the male broke their intense eye contact to absentmindedly look around the lounge. It was getting late, so the crowd was dwindling. Seongwu was just glad there wasn't any wandering eyes witnessing their provocative exchange. Before he realized it, however, the stranger had moved awfully close to him, close enough for the former to feel his breath tickle his neck before he made his way to his ear. The light sensation of his lips on his lobe made a shudder run down his spine and a breathy chuckle leave his lips. This was enough, Seongwu thought as he grasped the other's arm, declaring, "I guess, your company is me for the night." Before he guided the male away from the bar and deeper into the heart of the hotel. "Let's go to my room."

@Ong Seongwu❂(住吉会) It was made clear that sir Ong had his fill of specific liquids for the evening, which made everything fall in place even easier than Taeyong could’ve prayed. The brunette next to him didn’t hesitate to order them more to drink, as if Taeyong had said he agreed (which he didn’t). It made the slave chuckle softly under his breathe, giving the bar tender a thumbs up, trying to gesture with a head tilt that the gentlemen would be fine in his care. And Mr. Ong would...

“I am alone, do you need company?” He spoke gently but with firm flirtation, as he his own lips to indicate his interest before swigging at the two drinks he had before his hands. The spy’s eye never left his dashing target though, looking down toward Ong’s sneaky hand that went to his thigh. Flitting his orbs back up to the prince of Kai, he let his head tilt toward the inclined man who’s breathe reeked of gin...not that Taeyong minded, since his lips were already tainted with smoke. “Are you sure you can handle me?” The devil warned of his sins, uncrossing his legs so the Prince could wander around his body as he wished, the shorter’s hand slipping up to play with the buttons on the Royal’s suit, keeping his lips mere inches from skin and flesh. “Cause I don’t want to be alone tonight,” the spy practically whispered, leaning toward Seongwu’s ear and brushing his lips to his lobe.

@Lee Taeyong❖(山口組) The male that caught his attention sure was alluring, with clothes that hugged his lean body perfectly and a handsome face to boot. It didn't register that the stranger was addressing him, however, since Seongwu was too busy staring holes into the other. "Hey, yourself," he scrambled to respond, the reaction from the other immediately spurring his already heightened interest. "Are you alone for the night? How about I buy you another drink?" Calling over the bartender, the male ordered another glass for the two of them, ignoring the quite concerned crease in the server's brow. "I'm fine, I'm fine," Seongwu insisted before turning back to the stranger with a quirk of his lips. "May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" It was his turn to check the other out, scanning him from his perfectly styled hair to his delicately crossed legs. His jawline along could cut, but his intense eyes were what captivated Seongwu the most.

By this point, the alcohol had fully hit him. Liquid courage, as it was called, was pulsing through his veins, making him intent on not leaving the bar alone that night. And the fine specimen before him seemed like just the perfect bait. If Seongwu had to flirt with all his might, so be it. Leaning over to invade on the other's space a little, he muttered, "A beauty like you shouldn't be without company tonight." He raised his hand to lightly rest on the male's knee before slowly tracing his finger along his thigh. Seongwu's hooded gaze had long forgotten to remain polite, his eyes ravishing every part of the person before him. He couldn't help but slip his tongue out to his lips a bit at the sight. "How about we get out of here?"

@Ong Seongwu❂(住吉会) Being in the downtown area of Tokyo, where the neon lights glowed red and pink, cascading the streets in vain demonic activity, being inside a very famous but rather private nightclub, Taeyong was was uncoincidently on the scene. Tracking specific people and there histories was one man's job, extracting information by offering a body-a friend- a clay blob that could be sculpted into any piece or prize required, was Taeyong's job. Ong Seongwu was a prized asset to the Kai branch of the Yakuza. An heir to the Kai thrown, descending from his traitorously famous Ong father, the kid did not interact publicly with his family, but the connection he held, subconsciously or consciously, was extremely close and personal to the Kai Yakuza business. And Yoongi wanted more accurate intel.

So there Taeyong was scent, in a black button-up silk dress shirt was flowed like water over his upper body, revealing his shaped collarbone and just barely covering every muscle underneath, with black, tight pants that straddled the line between leather and jeans. Giving the head of the nightclub multiple fun nights was (apparently) a small price to pay to get into the lounge room, at 12:45am, where Ong Seongwu was planted for the past couple hours in a bar chair. It like hell that Taeyong had to pick which mask to place over his features to attract the rich floralist. Should the pet be a hot and ready mate? A stranger wishing to be kind and help a drunk man? Walking over casually, with a little strut in his posture, the brunette put one of his hands in his pocket, while the other ran over his hair as he tried to scramble for a good cover. "Scotch on the rocks." he called a couple feet away from the bar, before he "causally" sat himself down in the seat directly next to the intoxicated prey. Nonchalantly looking to his right, Taeyong gave the handsome devil a small smile, tilting his head with "curiosity". "Hey," was his first word directed to the civilian, looking him slowly up and down before his lips visibly, and then turning his attention to pay the bartender for the drink presented to him.

@Lee Taeyong❖(山口組) It had been a rather stressful night. Even for someone who rarely drunk away his troubles, Seongwu was already beyond tipsy as he pondered over his situation. His father was adamant on conducting another drug deal soon and, of course, it was his shop that was put on the line. Not like illegal activity really mattered to the yakuza, but for Seongwu who was trying to get away from it all, their family business really jeopardized the future of his own. He downed another full glass upon the realization that disobeying his father was hard in of itself. And yet another when he realized he could never really wash away the tattoo that linked him to his roots.

Seongwu's mind was practically out of it at this point, lost in a haze of frustration and loneliness he never knew he had. His eyes started to wander around the lounge, looking for company. Though he would say he wasn't a promiscuous fellow, the mixture of alcohol and his troubles just seemed to manifest in an insatiable thirst for human contact. Hell, even the bartender was beginning to look like good company, but what's to say he wasn't already tired of Seongwu's sitting there ordering the exact same drink over and over again for the past two hours. Just when the male was about to give up on his search for the night, his vision happened to focus on someone who seemed to be heading in his very direction.