HIRE ME, DADDY | JIKOOK [COMPLETED] ✓

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Jimin let Baka take a stool at the
barstand first. He quickly climbs the stool beside him. They sit there for a while, a bartender notices them and approaches them.

"Good evening sir, what would you like to have?" The bartender asks with a smile.

"Four shots of vodka for me and he will take a glass of water." He informed.

Jimin looked at him perplexed and Baka glared at him, "You are supposed to drive us back. You shouldn't be drinking. I think you understand that. Any problem?" He asked and Jimin smiled the way he practiced before.

"Good," Baka said.

Jimin sat there blankly staring at the different bottles of wine. A part of him wanted to sip on them too. But he couldn't afford to ask for it.

Jimin was jobless all thanks to Baka. He promised Jimin that he wouldn't have to work till he was alive and would take good care of him.

Only if Jimin knew back then that it was his method to trap Jimin in his clutches forever and make him a puppet completely dependent on him for every little thing.

At this point, Jimin couldn't differentiate between love and toxicity.

The bartender gave him a warm smile and passed him a glass of water but Jimin didn't dare to look at him. Because he knew way too well that the moment he did share a hint of interaction with another man.

Baka will skin him alive.

"I am proud of you baby. Your eyes love only me. Don't they?" He said squeezing Jimin's thigh to which the other squirmed in pain but held it in.

"Yes, of course." Jimin lied through his teeth.

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Baka quickly looked at his phone and smiled ear to ear, "I need to use the restroom. See you in a bit." With that, he quickly got off the stool and rushed towards the restroom.

Before Jimin could ask what he should do till then, he was long gone. Jimin swung his legs back and forth as the stool was too tall for his good. He sat there like a soft fluff ball waiting for his man with his sweater paws tracing the rim of the water glass.

"Is there anything else you need, Sir?" The bartender asked softly.

"N...nothing much." Jimin cut him short and didn't dare to look at him.

"Hmm, I see..," The bartender leaned over the table to grow closer to Jimin, "Would like to change your daddy for the day?" He asked boldly.

Jimin eyes widened as he heard that and panicked visibly before locking eyes with the man behind the bar table, "Excuse me?"

The bartender smiled before tucking a white stud over Jimin's ear lobe. Jimin flinched at the sudden touch and slipped back to stand, "What are you doing? What is this?"