"Hm?" Did he want you to suck his dick under the table? It would explain why he brought you here.
"Quit your job at the club. Come work for me." His voice deepened, hand reaching across the table, trying to find your hand but you had already put it in your lap.
"You want me to be your exclusive whore?" You bit out.
He winced. His hand came to rub at his nape. He was such a dichotomy. You felt that if you were to call over the bald man from before, he would take a picture of this Jungkook just to be sure that it was what he was seeing through his eyes.
"It doesn't have to be like th-"
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KILL TO KISS YOU
RomanceWARNINGS: Inappropriate language, explicit smut (18+), violence, guns, descriptions and mentions of dead bodies, threats and implications of sexual assault, yandere themes etc.
