Zeda's trip to South Korea quickly turns into a waking nightmare. With each day, the feeling of being hunted grows stronger, especially as people around her turn up dead. A mysterious man named Hyunjin, tied to the dangerous world of the Korean mafi...
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Just a few minutes earlier, Soomin was searching the bar for her prey, thinking she had gotten rid of her competition and could finally convince Hyunjin to leave with her. After circling the joint twice, she went to Gianni.
She was even more of a regular than the boys, and he knew of her antics, aside from the one she was executing tonight.
*K* "He's in the private section. It's reserved though. No visitors." He told her blankly while drying a glass with a towel.
*K* "Why?" She asked.
He was irritated immediately with her, knowing she was just trying to go bother him.
*K* "I don't know. But don't bother, we've got security tonight." He said sternly and referred to the bulky bald man standing at the cherry-colored curtain.
Soomin sighed and tried to devise a plan in her mind. She propped the doors in the bathroom hall open, made Gianni think she was leaving and then she snuck back in the open door and made her way to the security guard.
She kept her head low at first, watching Gianni to ensure he was occupied and wouldn't spot her.
When the coast was clear and she was nearing the stranger, she stood upright, fixed her hair and even adjusted her dress to accentuate herself further before strutting over to him.
He noticed her as she grew closer and let his eyes scan her but kept his professionalism and snapped himself back out of it as she kept walking to him. He thought she was just going to pass but instead she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.
*K* "Hey, there." She said politely with a hint of flirtation in her tone.
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*K* "Good evening, miss." He gave her a slight bow.
Her first tactic was to just walk through like she was allowed to. She reached for the curtain to push it, but he gently moved her arm away.
*K* "Woah, there. This is VIP, miss. You can't go in there." He told her.
*K* "But my friends are in there." She said in a tiny voice.
*K* "Alright, my apologies. Can I have your name?" He asked, grabbing a phone in his pocket and opening a notepad app.
On the screen it read, 'Hyunjin, Bangchan, two American girls. One blonde and one with dark hair.' Hyunjin didn't know the girl's names when he informed Gianni about everything.
*K* "Kim Soomin."
He knew right away she wasn't on it, but he pretended to refresh it and checked it multiple times.
*K* "Sorry. You're not on the list."
*K* "C'mon they're my friends. I know who's in there. Hyunjin and Chan."
He gave her one chance of getting away with it, asking her to name the women too, despite himself not knowing their names. If she came up with names, he was going to let her in against Gianni's wishes. But she stuttered and tripped over her thoughts, coming up with nothing.
He laughed a little. *K* Sorry, miss. Please carry on."
But she of course wasn't going to back down. Now knowing they were in there with girls she knew she had to be quick.
She lowered her head, looking up at the man with wide eyes and stuck out her bottom lip slightly.
*K* "C'mon, there isn't anything I can do to get in?" She reached out, running a finger down his chest.
He gulped, not expecting this from her at all and his eyes were wide in shock. He got a shock wave down his spine, not having a woman flirt with him in years, let alone one who looked like Soomin.
He cleared his throat, wondering if he should stand his ground or let her go for his own benefit. And at first, he decided to refuse.
*K* "No, miss." He shook his head and tried to think of something else other than her.
But she stood before him looking into his eyes with her bright baby blues, her lashes batting and her aroma of perfume and tobacco intrigued him.
She was a bad girl. His mind started to sprint with thoughts of the other bad things she partook in.
*K* "Are you sure?" She flirted and stepped closer to him, running her finger along his pant line.
She was willing to do anything to get her way. Even if that meant sleeping with this man. But luckily for her, he wasn't willing to completely abandon his post. Instead, he made her an offer.
*K* "Give me your number. Let's meet up tonight." He handed her the phone in his hand.
She smiled, thinking to herself that she'd give him a fake number and walk right through.
She began to type a random phone number, until he said, *K* "And if you don't come through with your side of the deal, I'll never let you in here again. Or any bar my friends and I work for. Which is almost all of them." He warned her.
Her eyes went wide, and she tried to play it off with a smile as she backspaced everything she typed. He shook his head, crossing his arms.
*K* "Sneaky, huh?" He flirted, putting a hand on her lower back. *K* "I like it."
She typed in her number, and he snatched the phone back, immediately dialing what she gave him.
*K* "Let's make sure you're not a liar."
And again, luckily for her, her phone began to ring in her purse. She showed it to him, and this satisfied him.
*K* "I'll be calling around three." He told her, now holding open the curtain.
