PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

4| Money's the real deal

9 pm

"Your lipstick isn't looking good enough. Try this one." Aera passes me her red lipstick, but i refuse, "no thanks, i like natural red ones more." I be kind to a bitch, knowing her well, but she throws a poker face at me and walks away in her high heels. I turn my head to the front, staring at my reflection cluelessly.

I hate this place more than anything, it hurts my heart to be working here.

This club, it always just increases my nervousness more whenever i step inside here, but i cannot help not working here, it's the only way i can afford to get me some necessary stuffs, and school fee since the money that my father left is all used by mom.

It's sick to be here and know that my own mother is probably with a boy at the same time.

"Iseul, it's time. C'mon, we've got to serve. The crowd is growing." A fellow bartender comes to me, in the changing room, and informs me, so i get up with numb muscles, feeling rigid, and unwilling to walk.

The soft music only being the one to heal my mind, i grab my jacket to put it on, feeling like not show any skin today because my head is hurting and my skin feels icy cold, covered in shivers, but aera grabs my jacket, "take this off. Are you fucking stupid or what? It's not snowy in here. We have uniforms."

She spits out these to me, but i don't even want to argue today, i simply slide my arms out of my jacket, and throw it away on the chair, now remaining in a pastel pink tight summer dress, the one which has spaghetti straps, and only reaches down to the middle of my thighs, making it too hard for me to bend, or even move without feeling conscious about the fact that people can see down at my body parts i don't want to show.

It's better that we all girls working here have to put on a dancing sort of mask so no one can see our faces easily in the neon lights. I prefer to wear some dark brown contact lenses too since my eyes are green in color and can be noticed easily, as there are very few natural green eyed people in this region.

"Hello, what would you like to have?" I force a smile to form, trying to earn as much as i can because kindness attracts customers. So i go forth. "I'd..."

This dude is tipsy already, i turn around to see if kang is here but he is taking other person's order, and so i decide on my own. "I want a glass of liquor, please." This man glances around, as if he was looking for someone. "Sir, i'm sorry, but we're not allowed to give alcohol to people who have already drank enough."

He breathes out but smiles adorably, his puffy lips red as he licks them, chuckling. "I'm sorry. My friend, he..." this man glances at me, and keeps his elbow up, to rest his head on his fist. "He's one bitch. He drinks a lot, so he made me too."

I laugh, but look over at the dancing crowd, and try to discern who exactly is this man's friend so that i can leave him alone, and go take other orders. I want to make sure this precious one is safe.

"Do you mind if i kiss you?" He laughs, looking into my widened eyes with his puppy black ones which the alcohol must've affected, and i chuckle at his insanity, taking out some crackers for him. "No, for real. I'm not joking."

"But," i place the box of salty cookies up on the table, "i have to know your name for that first, right?" I play along, knowing that he's not harmful and dangerous to me. He is adorable.

"Ah sorry," he laughs, inching closer in a drunk sloppy way, "my name's zim-" he cuts himself off, but shakes his head in a cute manner, "jimin." I slide the plate of biscuits close to him, "oh, that's a nice name."