Forget Me Not

10.

"But you love him?" Hye Ran asked, shoving a forkful of pasta in her mouth.

I shake my head. "No. I don't have feelings for him."

"Then why did you feel like that?"

I shrug. "I don't know. Guilt? Guilt for almost accepting a hundred million. It made me feel dirty I guess."

"Nahhh. You love him."

I toss a broccoli at her. "Of course I love him. He's my first love idiot. But I hate him more."

"I think it's time you have a conversation with him. To talk it all out." She advises.

"No."

"Oh come on. You're just mad because you know I'm right." Hye Ran sings.

"I'm mad because you're annoying me." I joke, sticking my tongue out at her.

She reaches out and clamps my tongue with her finger. "Oops. Cats got your tongue." She laughs. I roll my eyes and swat her hand away.

"Bite me."

And she actually did. Home girl leaned over and clamped her teeth onto my shoulder.

"Do I even wanna know what's happening here?" Hyun Soo walks in.

"No." Hye Ran and I say at the same time, making both of us burst into giggles.

"Weirdos." He mutters under his breath.

The moment the clock hit 9PM, the doors opened, and customers started pouring in. The music switched on and people flocked to the dance floor.

Here we go.

I let out a sigh and went to my area of the club and started taking orders.

Three hours into my shift and I was already exhausted. It's a Friday night, so the club was packed more than usual which means more rude customers who can't keep their hands to themselves.

"C'mon baby. Just a short dance." A drunken guy slurs as he pulls me onto his lap.

"Let me go!" I try to remove his grip from me. The man tries to kiss me, but I shove his face away from me.

The sound of shattering makes me snap my head to the right.

My eyes widen seeing Jungkook standing there.

"My phone!" The drunk guy's friend screech as he scrambled after the phone that Jungkook had slammed into the ground.

Jungkook stops the guy and picks him up by the collar.

"You like taking videos up girls skirts?" Jungkook grits his teeth. He turns his attention back to me and rips the guy's hands off of me and pulled me to my feet.

Jungkook was about to throw a punch until I intervened and dragged him away with me.

"What the hell! You can't just go around punching people and breaking their phones." I say once we enter a secluded part of the club.

"They were harassing and filming you!" He yelled.

I flinch at his raised voice.

I know he was just trying to defend me, but Mr.Bang's voice saying that I was a bad influence kept replaying in my head. I would feel so guilty if charges were pressed against Jungkook.

"What are you doing here?" I run my face on frustration.

"You."

"Me?"

"Don't you remember what I said last time?" He closed the gap between our body. "Let's use each other. I know you need me just like I need you." He places his hand on the small of my back. "Just think of it as a gateway drug."

"That's not a good idea." I squirm under his touch.

"I've been having trouble sleeping. "

I push him away from me slightly. "That sounds like a you problem."

He scoffs. "Clearly it's an us problem." His thumb grazes my heavy and darken eye bag softly.

"They wouldn't be there if you never came back." My voice comes out in a whisper.

"I can make them go away." He says lowly in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

I caught myself moving closer to him and stop myself. "You have a girlfriend." I say firmly.

"She's a fake. It's just a publicity stunt."

I frown. So they're not really dating?

"What if your company finds out about us?"

He chuckles. "I guess we better make sure they don't find out then."

"This is a dangerous game you're playing." I warn him.

"Better not lose then."

I stand there in a daze. What the actual fuck is this man doing.

"What time are you off?"

"At 3." I reply automatically.

I mentally scold myself. Why did you tell him that?

"Great. I'll be waiting." He winks at me while walking out.

It takes me a while to process what he just said. He'll be waiting? For what? I hurry after him, but he's no where to be found. I drew up a plan in my head. Once I clock out of work, I'll just sneak out the back and head home.