Forget Me Not

7.

I stare in horror at my naked reflection.

My hair resembles a bird nest. My mascara that I didn't remove from the night before has now run down completely, creating a black pool underneath my eyes. I cringed at the hickeys that trail down my neck, courtesy of Dong-Hyuk. The purple bruises that adorn the curve of my hips and the side of my ass take me back to last night in the restroom. I feel my hand roam over the bruises, remembering how Jungkook's fingers gripped into my skin as he held me up against the wall.

I snap out of it and get ready for work. I caked on a crap ton of makeup onto my neck, hoping to conceal the hickeys as much as possible.

-

"Hey sunshine" Hyun Soo greets me from behind the bar.

"Morning" I grumble.

When I come back out to start my shift, I'm in complete shock when I see a customer already entering the bar. Not just any customer however, a very annoying one.

"Take his order." Hyun Soo whispers to me after noticing my frozen position.

"Hi. How are you. What can I get you started with?" I pull out my notepad.

A smirk appears on his face as he leans in closer. "For starters, I'll lay you across the table and taste your delicious lips. For the main course, I'll have you spread wide open, screaming my name as you take me in. And for dessert, I'll lick you clean, making you come a second time." He leans back in his seat in an arrogant matter, amused with my startle expression.

"Yea so did you want waffle fries or crinkle cut fries." I try my best to ignore his comment.

He furrows his brows. "I didn't ask for fr-"

"Great. I'll be right out with your waffle fries and coke."

"I don't drink coke!" He calls after me, but I only ignore him.

I somehow magically reach the kitchen, my legs feeling like jello. What the hell has gotten into me. I take a deep breath, trying to clear myself from any nasty thoughts.

When his food was ready, I took it out to him and left before he could say anything more. There wasn't much customers since it was still early morning. No ones coming into a club in the morning just to enjoy some sports bar food.

"Let's talk" Jungkook appears next to me.

"I'm busy." I glare at him, wiping down the bar counter.

He doesn't seem to take me too seriously. He takes a seat in one of the chairs, ignoring my complaints. "There's no one else here and I've watched you wipe the same spot 100 times already."

"Why do you keep wanting to talk when there's nothing to talk about?" I groan in frustration. "Last time we talked, you accused me of being money hungry."

There was a glint in his eyes that I recognized. That same familiar look appears whenever he has a bad idea. The last time I saw that look, Jungkook had convinced me to go on the drop tower three times in a row, leading both of us to throw up in the end.

"No. I don't want to hear it." I try to back away from him.

He put on a pout that melted my inside. Why is he doing this to me.

"Dude you're so fucking annoying" I say in English.

"I understand that."

I flip him off. "Yea well do you understand this?"

"If you wanted to fuck me, you could have just asked."

Oh my god. This man is unbearable.

"Just give me 60 seconds."