Now both facing the ceiling, you try to catch your breath.
The only thing that's here in the room is your heavy breathings in the darkness.
Suddenly all the pleasure of before leaves space to the embarrassment and the questions in your heads.
"What...
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<<Ding Ding Ding>>
The sound of someone constantly ringing the door bell wakes you up from your nap. Maybe cause it was Saturday ,but the club last night was crowded with people and your shift finished later than expected.
You had an hard time bringing trays back and forth for hours ,and somehow you managed to finish your shift without spilling drinks or faltering into someone. Thing that unfortunately, happens often to all the waitresses due to casual drunk people who just got in your way , making your work harder.
To be honest working at Seokjin's club was not your dream job but you needed money since you decided to go live by yourself and not depending on your parents anymore. Your dad offered to give you a job at his company but you fucked him off. Of course you did, your whole life he treated you like an expensive object to plasmate at his likening and advantage. The best way to get rid of that was not depending on his money anymore and Jin gave it to you, independence!
To be fair owning a club wasn't Jin's dream either. He inherited it from his uncle , since he had no kids , Jin was his only heir, but he always wanted to own a restaurant. Not a fancy one , but a small, warm one where he can make his traditional food. "AH Y/N , one day I'm gonna burn down this place and rebuild it again, and you, are gonna be here with me , my pastry maker" he always uses to say after a couple of bottles of soju .
Slowly crawling out of the bed to stop this freaking torture for your ears, past the corridor and beating your shoulder against the wall a couple of times with your eyes still partly closed , you finally reach the door.
"Yeah?" You ask pressing the button on the entry phone but there's just silence
Turning back , you start your way to the bedroom and almost reach the bed but the sound of someone knocking on the door stops you again from that sweet relieve of sleep.
<<Tock tock tock >>
"Comiiiiing" you yell frustrated , quickly stepping to reach the door again
<<Tock Tock Tock>>
"Yeah yeah I heard you" Finally you grab the handle and turn it to open
"HALLELUJAH people , she's alive for fuck sakes"
Here he is... laying with his elbow on the side of the door
His blonde hair almost blinding you by how light they are, dark round sunglasses on the top of his nose , covering just a little part of his eyes and full heart lips turning into a cocky smirk, letting a peak of his tongue coming out at the corner before he uses it to wet them and bite his bottom lip trying not to laugh at your confused face.
"Jimin, what you're doing here?" You ask him quizzing your eyes with you palms to get them awake .
"What you mean what am I doing here ? You're not ready yet?" He asks moving up his sunglasses to his head so you can finally see his arrowed eyes "It's already 6 pm baby, you gotta move"
