KILL TO KISS YOU

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So pasting a sweet smile upon your face, you began whispering, sweet as sugar, "Let m-"

"Who gave you the permission to touch me, girl?" The sneer upon his face hardened.

Your subconscious giggled, 'You fucked up this time, YN.'

But you didn't wanna die, so you leant down, your cleavage on display, and splayed out your hand,

"I noticed your glass was emptying, sir. So I-"

Your words were cut off as the same hand that had imprisoned your wrist wrapped around your throat, squeezing at the sides. His eyes dug into yours before pushing you away from him.

You gained your balance before you landed upon your ass and lost your seductress front.

By that time, he had disappeared into the darkness of the girl's booths with one of the girls.

The astrology predictions was right when it said that your zodiac would face losses in business today.

Before you'd clocked out for the night, you went to Jimin's desk to collect your cheque. As you rounded the corner, you were met with the sight of Shanice standing in front of Jimin. She had her head down, staring at the ground as Jimin ranted.

"-really unprofessional. He was raising questions about the performance of my girls. You know I don't tolerate that Shanice. I've built this place from the ground up. What would we do if he de-"

"Hey I'm leaving." You stopped him in between.

He looked over from staring at Shanice in disappointment to looking in your direction, face red from shouting.

"Yeah, here." He went behind his desk to write the cheque after checking your appointments from his computer. As he was writing, Shanice took her leave, nodding an acknowledgement to you before leaving. You patted her back. Everyone had a bad day in this business every once in a while and you sympathized with her.

"Why were you pissed at her?" You asked Jimin, putting a cheque in your Louis Vitton vintage handbag.

"Jeon wasn't satisfied. Taunted me saying my girls aren't worth the hype."

Your eyes widened. Shanice had some of the highest paying clients so it couldn't be that she was bad.

"Maybe.....he's into men?" You questioned meekly.

Jimin gave you an exasperated look. It had been a long night for everybody.

The next week, exactly seven days later, Jungkook showed up again. When you'd heard the news, you rushed out, determined to get him to notice you this time.

Dressed in a babydoll gown, you sauntered over to him, deciding to play up the shy act this time since he hadn't seemed to like the bold face of you.

He looked angry tonight, fire brewing in his eyes.

As you walked in his direction, his eyes dragged over your figure. Before you could bat your eyelashes at him, he clutched the arms of the two girls nearest to him, dragging them away.

You pouted. Were you losing your charm?

Seeing Shanice walk out of her booth, you sidled up to her.

"Hey Shan. What'd you do with the Jeon's paycheck?" You asked, wanting to secretly figure out how much a night with the boss could pay.

"Haven't been able to touch it. Its been sitting in my drawer like a rock." She said, a conflicted look upon her face.

"Was he that bad? Too sma-" You began sniggering as she shushed you, glancing around you two frantically.

"Do you wanna die?" She whisper-yelled.

You pulled a sad face. "Damn, it was that bad, huh?"

She finally let out a laugh that sobered up as soon as the sound reached your ears.

The booth that Jungkook and the two girls had disappeared into emanated sounds of cries and loud, strung out moans.

"So....clearly it wasn't bad in that sense." You spoke.

"Well, the sex itself was great. Just the fact that he put a gun to my head as he began climaxing froze me up." She spoke, glancing towards the door.

You froze. Gun? Was he into necrophilia?

"Dying for the dick took a literal meaning." You whispered, eyes bulging out.

The two girls didn't have the same near death experience as Shanice but the boss clearly wasn't satisfied. Jimin shouted at the girls again, who seemed bewildered to say the least. According to them, he'd climaxed and they had too.

By the time Jeon arrived next week, you had connected the dots. And this time you had a plan. Gun or no gun, you wanted that cheque. The next day when one of the girls showed up with an emerald pendant she'd splurged the cheque upon, your insides were as green as the rock dangling from her pale neck.

Your amazon subscription was ending this week!

So when the man arrived next week, you were prepared. Smoky eyeshadow bringing out your eyes and clad in black lingerie, you looked every bit the seductress you wanted to look like.

Seeing him, however, brought a hesitation in your step. He looked angry.

raging, even.