Open For Business || J.JK

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♫ 𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣- 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙣 ♫

Jungkook

  A coarse vein in my dick is throbbing harder with every breath I take. The constriction of these suddenly god-awful work pants is squeezing the life of me but I don't make an effort to adjust myself before stepping back into the surging crowd. I might be punishing myself for what I'd just done or what I didn't do. Which? I couldn't tell.

I still smell her on me. The feel of her hair in my possession and the taste of her tongue.

Sick stupid fuck.

My teeth are grinding as I push through bodies and make my way upstairs. Just like my night couldn't get worse, I was met with dark short hair peeking over my seat. She swiveled and faced me just as I closed the door.

One quick glance at me and her face contorted in disgust.

"You're a pig." She groaned. I didn't bother covering the brick in between my legs.

"You're intrusive and shouldn't be here right now. Get the fuck out," I barked.

"You barely see your sister once a year. This is how you greet me?"

"You were here a few days ago." I remind her ever so sweetly. I didn't try and be gentle as I gripped her forearm and forced her out of my seat.

She remained at my side, waiting for me to see what papers lay on my desk.

"Mhm. Shit isn't funny anymore, is it?" Her nails, ironically red, tapped against the first page of empty signature lines, waiting to be filled by me. "Have a good pen?"

"I'm not dealing with this shit tonight."

"Don't be a baby. That's my job. You're the oldest, you knew what you were born to fulfill the day dad pulled you from high school." She chuckled at a memory. "While I played with my Barbie dolls."

"Hope that bastard likes his grave."

I pulled my pen from the cup beside me and clicked it on scribbling the first of many.

While getting through the paperwork I thought back to the funeral day. It resembled a business meeting more than a gathered grievance. Large men I've never seen a day in my life standing in dark corners. Only me and my sister were allowed in front of the casket. She stood far longer than I did murmuring to him.

My turn was quick and productive.

I spit on him and made for the exit.

"I heard something. Rio, my favorite bouncer, told me you were handling shit downstairs regarding a certain hot commodity around here." I heard the laughter in her voice.

"Mind your business." After an hour, I signed the last page. "You're never here. I'd shoot you if you were here, but not the point. How do you know any bouncers names?"

"Hm, I don't know. It's not like this is my brothers club or anything." She scoffed. "Obviously I've introduced myself."

"Don't."

We spent a while glaring at each other. Contrary to what I put out, I'm always relieved when I see my baby sister. I know she's physically healthy and safe. That's enough to put me at ease for a month.

After my newfound position, I'll need to see her far more.

She gathered the papers and packed them away somewhere. "Who's gunna run this joint for you?"

Great question. No fucking clue.

"What about your girlfriend?" She pushed.

My face said and threatened everything it needed to. She immediately answered," Rio told me about your little obsession."

"Why the fuck is Rio talking to you at all?"

She ignored my question. "All the bouncers are onto you and your fixation. Eventually she's gunna stop dancing here. You'll let her go without taking any action? Since when are you a coward?"

One glance at my watch had me pushing her through the door.

I made one mental note to find someone to fuck tonight,

And another, reminding myself to personally put a bullet through Rio's head.