Daddy | PJM

Chapter 02

12:08am
Somewhere in the corner of the usually busy street, well not so busy now since everyone had probably gone to sleep.

More specifically, inside of a bar or straight out, a strip club.

Chaotic, wild

That's how I would describe the place.

Loud music were being played. Sometimes upbeat and bouyant, sometimes mixed in a little slow and sensual melodies, adding some spices to the atmosphere.

Pole dancers were twerking, swaying their hips while strippers slow danced, spreading their legs and taking of the so-called clothes on their bodies.

In a few of the hidden corners, you can easily spot all those naughty couples doing "fun stuffs" with each other.

I supposed you know what were those "fun stuffs" huh? :)

But things were on another level when it came to the VIPs room. A slow soothing ballad song playing. Soft velvety couch, freshly bought fruits along with some expensive beverages on the side.

On the couch, sat a man in his twenties. Dressed in a designer suit, his hands holding a glass of the luxurious liquor.

He just sat there, scanning around the dimmed room. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the calming peace of being alone in a private area.

His senses are not something you should be joking with.

A man in his fifties entered through the silky red curtains. His hands clampsed in the front as he was hesitated to speak.

"I told you not to follow me, didn't I?" The young man spoke without the need to look back, stirring the whiskey glass laying in his hand as he brought it to his lips, chugging the whole thing.

"Young master-"

"It's my dad again isn't it? Heck why should I even call him my dad..."

"Young master, it was all an accident, he didn't mean to-"

"Accident you say?" the younger poked his tongue in his cheek and let out a sarcastic chuckle.

"You don't know the full story, all I need to know is that he was the reason to my mom's death. You can leave first if you want" he poured himself another whiskey shot and chugged.

"Young-"

*Ring ring*

The middle-aged man stepped out of the private room to take the call.

"Y-yes master....."

"......."

"Yes he's right here"

"......."

"I'm sorry sir it's just that..... um he won't leave"

"......."

"Yes yes sir, I will right away"

The bulter hung up the phone and turned back to the room.

"Young mas-"

"Fine. I'll fucking go" Jimin rolled his eyes and threw some lose cash on the table. And by 'lose cash' I mean a thousand dollars.

They exited the bar, the guards didn't forget to bow down 90° respectfully.

"I'll go get the car now, please wait a moment"

Jimin threw his head as he groaned frustratedly, he reached for his blazer and was mentally relieved when he found his cigarettes box.