𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫𝒀 𝑩𝑼𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑻 [BONTEN]

Disguise Ch: 4

Your smokey breath could be seen in a semi-dark room your sweating bullets as you can't move your arms are tied and also your feet, you're struggling like a fucking pig right now ready to be fried in boiling hot oil.

You gulped you were losing your vision and you were tired you moved your gaze to the man who is sitting on the red velvet couch as he drank his expensive wine.

A visible smirk could be seen on his face as he enjoy seeing you struggling, caught in a mousetrap.

You ask how did it come to this? Well, let's rewind the time.

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"Fuck this suit is thigh!" You complain as you adjust the tie. "Are you sure this is the right size?" You ask Naoto as he put the sunglasses on his face, currently disguising as a bouncer for a specific debate, you really wanted to be the bouncer but Naoto complained that-

"Your body is too small, and fragile and you're not currently in good psychic." You tutted as you comfortably arranged your coat.

"Fix your posture y/n, you look like a fucking shrimp."

"Shut up." You muttered as Naoto fixed your hair. "Chin up." You obeyed.

"Be a good expression being a waiter in the club, we can't afford to be caught-" He said as he looked you in the eye. "And put this on." He said as he put the wig on short blonde hair and put the strings of your fake hair in the side of your ear and plugged earphones inside.

"We can use this to communicate, it's a walkie-talkie earphone."

"I know I'm not a dumbass." You positioned the device properly in your ear as you look at him.

"Just letting you know." He grabbed your arm as he guided you to his car. "Ready your seatbelt we're going to the club now."

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You guys arrived at the club as you see the neon lights, lighting the name of the club.

Tantra Artistic Lounge

Well fuck, for sure you can't afford your budget in this club maybe even the tap water is fucking expensive.

Many people could be seen at the entrance as they showed their id to the guard who is standing at the door, well those suits and sexy dresses of them really are expensive if you were to visit this club you might be judged since you look like a fucking street rat.

"Y/n let's go," Naoto said who is already walking and left you behind you both walked to the back door of the club as you see a few people making out as you grimaced at the sight.

You both continue walking as you finally arrived at your destination.

"Y/n," Naoto called you out as you look at him. "Here's the plan, I'll be meeting you on the 4th floor just excused to go to the restroom all the things you need are already in there. I'll be reaching out." You nodded your head as you guys go to your separate ways.

You opened the door as you see your other co-workers or should I say the waiters.

"Oh, who is this?" A dark hair male, as he observed you.

"Oh, maybe that's the newbie, that one of the managers he talked about."

"Hello, my name is Arisu, pleased to meet you." You bowed as a sign of respect.

"Ha ha! Attaboy, my name is Gal." The dark hairy male said you scrunched your eyebrows as you look at him. "Oh is my name is a bit foreigney?" You could see his nose are getting pointy and the dripping confidence on his words.