Warning: This chapter contains a sensitive scene.
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BECKY'S POV:
After I borrowed Cha Hee clothes, I ride a taxi to the four seasons Hotel Seoul. Sarocha and my clients are having a little chit chat in a posh coffee shop right on the first floor of the hotel. That is my first time I meet my clients, Mr. Yang is near 50 years old while Mr. Kim is much younger , nearly 40 years old I guess.
After a while, we head to a VIP room in a Japanese restaurant on the 15th floor of the hotel. We spent about 5 long hours talking, discussing in the restaurant. Sarocha is the person who mainly talks and discusses while I just sit, eat and do nothing most of the time. I speak up when one of the two men ask. They seem nice to ask me details about the proposal I create then I have more chances to share, but Sarocha never initiates talking to me. It's just sometimes our eyes meet and I get goosebumps because her cold gaze. As I sit next to her during the dinner and I'm having so much free time, I'm continually watching her, from the way she dresses, the way she eats and talks to the way she fake a smile.
10 pm, after dessert, Mr. Yang and Mr. Kim decide to chill out a bit, so they suggest to go to a karaoke bar. I don't want to go, but Sarocha nods, so I can't say no. The karaoke is on the 25th floor, we take the elevator to go up. I feel suddenly nervous when I catch Mr. Kim stare at me and smile. I don't feel comfortable with that smile, but I have no choice but to smile back.
Chung Ha's words abot Nam's sleeping with her clients flood to my head. I feel uneasy as I walk inside the karaoke room . It's just 4 of us with the neon lights, loud music and the posh smell of leather and cigarettes as Mr. Yang tarts to smoke. For the first time, I appreciate Sarocha's appearance cause she makes me feel that I'm not alone in this place. Mr. Yang shares a cigarette to Sarocha as Mr. Kim approaches me to ask me to sing with him. Jesus, I love singing but, but not this kind of singing. My eyes fixate on Sarocha, she gives me back a cold stare as she releases a small stream of smoke from her pretty mouth. I have no choice , I nod to Mr. Kim , he chooses " Sick enough to die " - a duo song .
As the music starts , Mr Kim takes a big gulp of vodka, he offer a glass to warm my voice too, but I reject, of course. I sing while my heart beats fast in my chest. I don't know why I feel nervous. But I'm sure it's not because of Mr Kim's awful rapping.
Mr. Kim and Mr. Yang both compliment my singing. It's something I get used to every time I sing so I just smile back for a thank.
- Sorry I rap really bad. But I love rapping Becky
Mr. Kim adds as he rubs his head. I don't find it cute at all.
The next song they choose is "Missing You", now both Mr. Kim and Mr. Yang stand up to rap G-Dragon's part while I sing, they pull Sarocha up but she doesn't sing, her lips curl up as if she smiles.
At the end of the song, Mr. Yang pulls the mic to Sarocha, forcing her to sing. But she rejects, no way Sarocha is gonna sing in a karaoke bar. But Mr. Yang just forces her to take it , his face is like he is going to get mad at her if she is not taking the mic. So Sarocha takes it, but she has no plan to open her mouth.
Sarocha , if you are not going to sing , then our deal is done here! - Mr. Yang warns.
Sarocha just smirks, but she slowly to take the mic close to her mouth and she starts to sing. Damn her singing . How can I describe it for you to understand that she gets the swag when she sing. She sing the notes in the right way with her firm and deep unique voice. But the best thing about that night is she looks at me when she sing. It's the only moment she looks at me that nice for the first two weeks I have been working in Posix. It is just a short part of singing before the song ends, but it's enough for me. Sarocha never fails to awe me, both in a good and bad way.
But it's the last nice thing of the night, cause after that, Sarocha tells us she needs to go to the restroom, but she takes her bag with her.
30 minutes later, I sing my sixth songs with Mr. Kim and Mr. Yang, they start to be tipsy as they have drunk several shots, but Sarocha has not come back yet. I am forced to drink a shot, cause they are sure persistent on convincing to drink, I just drink it to shut them up, but it doesn't stop that way. The air is getting hard for me to breathe as Mr. Kim and Mr. Yang dance sensually next to me. I know that they are both staring at my ass for a long time, cause I'm wearing a pair of fucking tight jeans and high heels that highlight every curve in the lower part of my body. Even when I'm on a pair of jeans, I feel like I'm naked with their gaze. Fuck that! Mr. Kim boldly puts his hand on my waist, but I don't dare to move his hand from me. I have to convince my own that it's just a "friendly" gesture. Fuck that too!
If Sarocha is just leaving me here with the two drunken me whose ages are nearly my dad's, I'm sure I will be killing her tomorrow. As alcohol hits me, I feel dizzy that I don't mind Mr. Kim's hand holding me when he leads to the couch.
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