VENOM | TAEHYUNG

5

23 : 37 pm

Who spends Thanksgiving at a nightclub?

Two types of people.

1 - those who fucking work at this dump.
2- those who want to escape the shackles of fake fucked up family who are only ever good to you on special occasions.

If anyone in here were truly happy then god bless their delusional souls. Everyone had demons. We all had a thorn in our flesh that just wouldn't stop hurting. Blood oozing and wounds turning into festering sores. We all shouldered some sort of pain. So why run from the truths of life?

The feeling of his hands tracing down my spine made me snap out of my lingering thoughts. "I said no touching-", I furrow my brows, getting off the man's lap. "Don't be a bitch. I gave you 10 dollars", he point to the jar and I cross my arms over my chest. "No touching-", I glare and he scoffed , taking back the money. "Fucking useless. We come here for a good time ,not to watch you hookers behave like saints", he stood. "We aren't hookers and if we aren't good enough then maybe try fucking your wife instead -", I countered only to get an unexpected slap across my face. "The fuck you say you little bitch-", he caught my hair in his fist ,forcing me against the wall. "You're hurting me -", I cry out and he slapped me again, harder than before. "Learn to fucking do your job . Don't tell me how to live my life", he spat and stormed out.

I sniffle , touching my burning lip with my cold fingertips. I hiss at the subtle pain and gulped. It's okay - this isn't the first time my smart mouth got me into trouble.

After gathering myself- I head back out there. First I touch up my make up , covering the bruise inflicted on my lip by his punk rock rings. I had the best day ever. Why did it always have to end in a horrible way. Couldn't I just have one complete day of bliss ? Just one day. Was that too much to ask for?

"Anastasia- there's a tray waiting to be served to the rich folks", Bria , the pole dancer informed. "Okay", was all I utter. "You good? What happened?", she came closer, inspecting my face. "This is why we always say - the customer is correct. We do not judge them nor utter ill words . This is our job. The sooner you understand that , the easier it all becomes", she stroked my cheek and gave a soft smile. "Okay?", she asked and I give a nod. I always considered her to be the wise one of the lot. She would have turned out to be a fine therapist.

"Now go do what you get paid for ", she tucked a strand of hair behind my ear before I left the make up room.

After retrieving the alcohol and lime tray , I head to the vip booth. It was heavy for my little hands but I made it in time before my wrists could snap. Stanley had the night off so Luka had opened up for me. He was new. The second I enter , ours eyes meet. I ignored his piercing stare and place the tray onto the table. The booth was surprisingly busy tonight. More rich assholes trying to get lucky with our beautiful queens who deserved better.

When a whistle emitted, I knew exactly where to look. His hand tapping the spot beside him on the couch. Without hesitation, I make my way to sit beside him. Hands on my thighs, I kept my eyes on the door velvet ahead. He remained quiet , sipping his whiskey as usual.

"You're awfully silent for someone who's living the good life-", his words low. I turn my head to make eye contact. "The good life?", I squint and want to smack him with attitude so badly but I was afraid. "You're a good liar", he raised his glass before downing the rest. "I'm not a liar-", I bite down on my teeth. "So what would you call someone who has a boyfriend but he doesn't know who the fuck you truly are. You're just showing him the angelic side to you-", he raised a brow and I swear he had a way of making me feel like trash. I knew I was never good enough for jungkook.