Special kind of BAD || haesoo ✓

8.

Haein was disgusted. No longer from himself, but from the people with whom he had to deal. It was easy with the schoolchildren: he takes a crumpled banknote, trustingly given to the child for lunch, hands over a sachet of product, says goodbye, showing with all his formidable appearance that the client would not live, if one of the teachers would find out about this. Business in nightclubs followed a different scenario. Especially in the Scarlet Star club, which you can't even call a club. The definition of a brothel suited it more, although even the owner of the establishment did not want to admit it out loud. What was going on behind the doors of the VIP rooms cannot be described as simple drinking alcohol and singing karaoke in a circle of close friends and colleagues, which are often joined by waitresses.

But Haein had no right to argue with the boss's wishes. In Gwangju he traded in places worse than this, as a result of which he got into such trouble that he had to urgently change the market to the capital. Therefore, he did not want to be angry with his boss, who, before he joined the club, was tearing and throwing with anger that Haein was not serious about his work. The boss, knowing the quick-tempered nature of his ward, with whose father he worked together in the same musical group, was still afraid to raise his voice at him and simply loaded him with work for all night.

"Haein, I strongly advise you to visit the fifth VIP room," the bartender said to him as he approached the bar to drink water. The atmosphere in the club always made his throat dry.

"If there's some unplanned fuckhouse going on again, then I swear, Jungsuk, I'll mix a laxative into your energy drink," Haein jokingly threatened him, once again looking at his watch. They already showed eleven, and the guy was struggling to keep up, so as not to give a damn about the boss's order and rush to school.

Haein was worried about Jisoo. He was afraid that she would again rehearse until midnight, because the girl was not one of those who relax after success, but, on the contrary, includes a double effort mode to prove that she deserved all her awards to a single one. He understood that, most likely, he was once again imposing himself on her with his care, but he was also not one of those people who retreats if the ex-boyfriend of the girl he liked appears on the horizon.

"You look at your watch very often. Is the lady of your heart waiting for you?" Jungsuk chuckled, trying to dilute the boring wiping of glasses with a conversation.

"Waiting or not... I don't even know," Haein chuckled in embarrassment, instantly blushing when he thought of the «lady of his heart» prefix next to Jisoo's name.

But he quickly realized that she wasn't. This was told to him by a photo sent to the general chat of their class. The sender was Hyeyoon. Jaehyun and Jisoo were standing in the photo taken through the glass wall of the dance hall. The boy was holding her face with his palms and stood too close for the person? as Haein thought? Jisoo should despise. He didn't look more at the photo, it took him two seconds to angrily toss his phone back on the bar. The smartphone slid across the marble surface and fell loudly to the floor.

"Wow, man, be careful," Jungsuk said, quickly bending down for the device, and saw a photo on the cracked screen.

Curiosity did not allow him to return the phone to the owner, which Haein could throw at the wall, just to unsee what he saw, and began to read messages in the messenger group.

"I don't know if this is important to you, but your classmates stood up for you, they say, this slu... ahem..." he cleared his throat, realizing that she was the lady of his young friend's heart, "does not deserve any of you."

Haein would like to crack the skull of the classmate who wrote this vile message, but he must save his strength for Jaehyun to permanently deprive him of the ability to touch other people's ladies of the heart.