PASTEL PINK || J.JK ✔

10| Spilled vodka

12 pm

Jungkook's POV

I walk over to the parking, "they haven't been too much of a trouble," a fellow colleague laughs, following me along with the students. I smile, "maybe a break is really necessary at some point."

Telling something i feel is very true, i sigh, looking around to keep an eye on the children, and i specially look out for this girl walking slowly, her best friend by her side, and ever since she told me about their relationship, my crazy heart feels kind of eased, it's so damn crazy of my head, but i cannot help this either.

"Come on, be careful and get inside." The staff tells, assisting the students, but i stand near the door of the bus, looking out for iseul. I see her lips tightly pressed around this straw which is helping her drink the banana milk, but the boy's eyes are stuck on somewhere i am looking.

I don't want to know what she feels as a friend, his business is what i fear. I don't know, i'm probably gone crazy, this isn't how i am supposed to act. It's taking all pieces of my mind.

Three days later

End of Jungkook's POV

10 pm

"I feel better now, i'm okay." I smile, seeing this huge man stare at me with suspicious lights in his eyes, "hmm." My boss hums, but lets me a moment of relief, and i exhale, watching him leave with a frown.

I get off the chair, and head towards the changing room. I slip on in my new dress which is the renovated uniform. This is much better, i like this, though it's still going to show some skin.

That's what i'm here for anyways, it's my job. I don't care about this anymore, i'm getting paid so it doesn't matter. I put on this soft pink nightdress which has thin puffy sleeves, and then i wear my black corset over it, tightening the straps, and letting it allow only some air for my lungs. Maybe i'll tie my hair up tonight, but loosely. I put my mask on, and since i am already wearing contacts, i don't have to do much.

"Get your ass here, quick, those regular customers are asking for you." Is jimin here again? "I'm coming, just a minute more."

I go out after telling this to her, busily tying my hair up like i didn't care about how it looked. I see that same man from that day. "Oh, you're here..." he smiles, but it does not affect me, and i simply force a smile, "yes, what would you like tonight?" I stand before him, and he licks his lips but doesn't express much emotions, "how much do you take for a night?"

His disgusting question makes me frown, "i'm sorry, i don't do that. My job here in only to serve p-" He rudely cuts me off, "i know that. Maybe you wanna hear how long i can go, give you what he cannot..."

"Stop," i step back with the frown still on my face, and nothing but hatred in my eyes. He laughs, but takes the drink which kang slides to him. I leave this asshole, and go towards other people who're waiting politely. I take another person's order, and turn around, hearing some group of people head towards here, making lots of noise by their laughs, and giggles.

"Oh, more people." Kang puffs out, tired, and i smile, but pour the drinks out for the customers. "Don't worry, i'll take care of them."

I sigh, but give these customers their orders, and earn some thanks from them. "No, please..." I kindly reject this man's offer as he's giving me a tip, but he smiles, "take this. I have a daughter like you, and i'd not be happy if she was working here, hope this helps a little."

This old man hands me extra money, but i smile before grabbing it, i bow, but once my eyes go up, i swallow, and my eyes widen. Holy shit.

It's mister jeon, and this is our English teacher. I think i might need to escape. I walk behind the bartenders, and get covered by three of them, the neon red and purple lights doing good to hide the image of people and blur them. Mister jeon smiles slowly, but raises his hand to call one of us, thankfully, not me. "Can you please get me a glass of vodka?" He says but the other man frowns and laughs noisily. "Hey, man...just one for tonight?"

"Yeah," the man who's having all my attention laughs, "i don't wanna be tipsy when i'll be driving." Mister jeon tells, and i sneak towards kang, but mister choi stops me. Oh no.

"Hey girl, please make two shots for me." His loud voice scares me, but i don't dare raise my sight at them, and the men with them. I nod, and in a glance, see mister jeon going away with his friends at an empty table. "You seem stressed, do you still want to handle them?"

Kang laughs. I gulp, "stop. They both were my damn teachers. I don't think i can go and se-" My words get cut by this bitchy girl, "can't you see he's serving me? Hey, give me my wine for fuck sake!" This rude customer shouts, and kang throws me a look filled with forgiveness, going to her. Heck, this is bad.

I take a deep breath, and take out two glasses to do my job. Maybe he'll never noticed me behind this mask, and the contact lenses, that's supposed to do.

Not able to stop from taking a glimpse of mister jeon seeming ethereal in his formal outfit, i pour out the branded and good quality of vodka into his glass, hoping he'd like this. And, then i quickly do the same with mister choi's order. I fix my hair, and carry the tray, stumbling a little, but going anyways.

I handle my chest, and prevent it from rising and deflating too hardly, but once i reach their table, i feel weak. "No, nothing important, i am just taking my life a little slow these days, caring about my thoughts, and observing my ideas more." Mister jeon addresses to his colleague.

Bending down, i place their order carefully, and then straighten up. "Thank y-" I walk away from these people, not even earning a proper thankfulness coming from mister jeon.

. . .

Seeing the time pass, i sit down on the small chair, not visible to anyone since i'm hidden by the big counter table of this club, i discreetly take a glance of my teacher. His smile which is kind of drying my throat is getting my heart to rush so fast, i cannot not fiddle with the hem of my dress. I open my phone to game, and clear my head, but kang comes to me.

"They're probably done, so go check up on them." I gape at him, "are you dumb? I cannot even stand in front of them, and you're asking me to go check up on them...?"

"Well..." he wipes his hands, "they're your customer for now, so i don't think it's any problem." He pisses me off, so i get up, and go to their table. Mister jeon's eyes turning to my presence, i look down, and grab the tray to pick up the emptied glasses, just then, my hand accidentally knocks down the half-drank glass of vodka which was kept aside. I freeze, seeing it all spill on mister jeon's hands, and even worse, pants.

"Shit," he stands up, but doesn't scream at the bullshit i am. "Oh, i'm so sorry." The rock music being played loudly, I take this opportunity to apologize, and i then bend down, but grab the tissues to offer him some. Mister jeon wipes his hands, but i accidentally look up, and his dark eyes seem to behold mine for some strong seconds.

"I- i'll go get another drink." I say, looking away from his eyes, and i walk farther from this place, hoping for him to not have noticed me at all.

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