Nightlife J.JK

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"Stop this discussion Jiyong, you are acting like a child." Y/n's father exclaimed.

"Here, I am literally asking you kindly when I can take her away from you. You can ask whatever you want in return." He said.

"Lee, you called me because of this?" Y/n's father said, and then he looked at Jiyong, "I can't, I know how you gonna treat her, I don't want to."

"Oh gosh, I promise to be gentle with her. I swear, and it's not like I'm gonna keep her forever just a few months or maybe a year, how about 150 Million$?" He said.

"Are we forgetting she is literally working for our enemy and tried to k'll me and k'lled Kwon?" Lee said.

"I will investigate that too. Think about it. " He said. Mr. Cheon was silent.

"That is just too much Jiyong, you have gone insane, she is just okay," Lee asked.

"No, I really want her,"

"Double the price." He said, Jiyong smiled. "Also, don't be harsh on her,"

"I will try,"
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Y/n hesitated, clutching the dress her father handed her. "Why do I have to dress up?" she questioned, a furrow forming on her brow.

Her father paused, choosing his words carefully. "Just wear it,"

"No, I am not wearing this dress. It's so revealing." She said,

"You were the one who was working in a club Y/n, now you have problems when you are doing something for me. Jiyong, he paid a good price for you,"

"Oh my god, you are selling me?" Y/n exclaimed in shock, "You never explain! Am I some object for you to present to other men?"

Her father sighed, his gaze heavy. "You objectify yourself first."

Y/n shot back, "I don't need to be showcased like some trophy. I can make my own choices."

"You can't, you have 15 minutes, either you wear that outfit and I deliver you to him gently, or I have to use my force to deliver you." He exclaimed.

"I am not wearing that outfit!" She exclaimed.

"Fine," He looked at the men who were behind him. "Help her change her clothes,"

He said and the men were trying to step near her.

"No, don't you dare me! I will break your d'ck if you did," Y/n exclaimed, and stepped back.

"Then change your clothes and come downstairs now you only have 10 minutes." Her father exclaimed and he left with two other men.

She looked at her phone and it was there. He took her phone as well. She felt anxiety, she hasn't talked to Jungkook. She wants to talk to him so he could guide her. But she was shocked by the sudden betrayal.

She remembers Jungkook telling her to break up in such a situation, she can definitely run away and go to Jungkook.

She took the dress and wore it. It felt so uncomfortable wearing the outfit In Front of her father.

She then went downstairs, and her father looked at her. He smirked. "Look at your figure and hair, how can men not be obsessed with you?"

She remained a cold expression while she was cringing so much from inside, hearing it from him felt disgusting. "Come," he said and started walking.

Y/n followed her father, behind her two more men were walking. They were armed, should she have taken their gun? She looked around, analyzing the place, there was a lot of security around, if she tried to run she would be able to run.

Her father opened the car door for her, Y/n sat in the car. She finds it right to take any action. Her father was sitting in the back seat with her and there was a man in the passenger seat while one was driving.

So three people, she needs to get out of here somehow.

"It's just a matter of a few months, I am not selling you completely." He spoke as the car moved.

"That doesn't make this situation any better," Y/n replied.

He patted her head, "I care for you, I will give you a share in the money too."

Y/n noticed the gun in his pants, Y/n took out the gun and hit his head with it.

The man on the passenger seat turned to her and she kicked him hard. The driver was ready to take out his gun but she choked him, he turned the car and it hit against the pavement. Y/n get out of the car.

But little did she know there were more men at the back.
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Y/n's father winced, holding an ice bag against his throbbing head.

Jiyong chuckled, "Angel got some impressive skills there!"

Y/n's father scowled, "This is not a joke, Jiyong. It's a serious problem. Y/n needs to face consequences for this recklessness. How can she hit me? Fcking sl't, I don't care anymore, fcking treat her like a wh*re,"

Jiyong, still amused, tried to ease the tension, "Come on, angel got talent,"

He gave her a side eye, "Go handle her now, she will hit you too, it was so fcking hard to get here! I should have tied her down beforehand."

"I will handle her, you don't need to worry." He replied. And looked at his assistant, who nodded his head and put a briefcase on the table. "Come on, smile."

Jiyong opened it and it had the cash in it. "Half of it was transferred to your accounts and here are the rest."
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I took a deep breath, my father is awful, how could he do this to me? How could he sell me to his friend? How can he let that happen?

I breathe deeply, remembering what Jungkook taught me, he also told me to be careful and be prepared when the loved ones stab you in the back.

But still it hurts so much.

My arms were still chained, they chained me after what happened to the car ride.

I looked around, I was sitting on the couch and my dress was riding up, it barely covered my ass.

Great, never thought I would see a day like this where my own father sold me to my boyfriend's father.

This is the worst.

The door opened and I saw Mr. Jeon. He walked closer to me. "Open my chains, I am not an animal."

He chuckled, "If I did, you will try to run away."

"So are you planning to keep me tied forever?" I said. "And you know I can't go anywhere,"

The amount of guards which were around the house was insane. It's better to not run away, and Jungkook would already know I am here. Who else would kidnap me.

"If you try to do anything, I will punish me," He said and stepped closer and closer as he held my arms. "And my punishments are not gentle,"

I looked back at him, "Punishments are never gentle, dad should I have told me, I didn't know it was you who he sold me too." I replied he unchained me, and I did nothing. Even when I badly wanted to.

"Does it make a difference?" He asked, I smiled.

"Surely it does." I brought my hand near his hair, and he flinched thinking about doing something, such a coward. But I gently touch his face. "I don't mind being sold to you."

A smirk formed on his lips, it is so easy to make men believe that you want them too.

He leaned in to kiss my lips, I put my finger over his lips. "Really? You think I am that easy to be touched?"

He shook his head. "Not at all,"

"Not now, I want to take a shower and dress prettily first." I replied.

"Okay, I will see you at lunch, get dress."

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