Jeongguk regards him with interest. "Not afraid of your reputation being flushed down the drain?"

Taehyung clinks their almost-empty glasses together, brushing his thigh against Jeongguk's with purpose. "Are you?"

The pile of cash that Jeongguk throws onto the bar is definitely much too thick for the two glasses of wine he and Taehyung ordered, but neither are complaining. "Call a cab to Park Central," he orders the bartender, gaze never leaving Taehyung's. "I'm going to ruin you, chéri."