Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #66 Pool Party

"Please, please, please, please, please!"

"No."

"Please, please, please, please!"

"I said no."

Seven long days. Seven. Long. Days. Hobi begged me to attend the bar's annual social gathering. All of the staff from the cleaners to the strippers would be there. Never once have I gone, making Hobi's determination to convince me rather odd. Today marked the seventh day of constant phone calls. I couldn't seem to bring myself to ignore a single one. He was my boss after all. So, yet again here I was sitting with the phone pressed to my ear as Hobi sang another pathetic plea for me to attend.

"Come on! After seeing you on the dance floor the other day, all the dancers are begging you to come. Please, Jungkook, please! You'll have so much fun!"

"Just because a couple strippers want me there doesn't really convince me to change my mind." I muttered, uninterested.

"Forget the strippers. I want you there!"

I sighed and pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose.

"Hobi-" I sighed.

"A few hours, that's all. You're one of my best employees yet you never go to a single one of the company events. Most of the employees hardly know you!"

"I like it that way."

"Jungkook. You're coming. Just this once I'm going to make this mandatory. If you don't like it you can just leave."

A long pause of silence followed. I sighed.

"Fine."

Hobi released an ear piercing scream of joy, causing me to drop the phone to save my eardrums.

"I'll text you the address!"

And that is how I found myself behind the wheel, headed towards an introvert's impending doom. I prayed Yoongi would be there, but knowing Yoongi, that would be a fucking miracle. Hobi didn't even bother to give me any sort of dress code. I played it safe with a low cut black tank with a black leather jacket. My pants were a pair of tight black jeans to match my heavy black boots. A sliver chain rested over my collarbone.

I couldn't help but snicker as I gazed up at the bright illuminated sign reading "Tiger Moon ''. Our biggest competitor when it came to business. We always won by a fair contrast in all the categories of profit and success, but they were closest to our marks nonetheless. I waltzed in, the bouncer didn't even bother to try and ask for an ID. 

The music was loud, the lights flashing. I looked far into the crowd, feeling helpless in my search for a familiar face. That is until a blurry figure caught my eye, I gazed up toward a balcony towering over the dancing crowd below. Hobi was waving his hand with a wide smile. I searched for a way up, my eyes wandering to a set of roped off stairs.

A large brawny man was guarding my way up with furrowed brows.

"Sir, unless you have a reservation, you can't-"

"Jungkook!" Hobi called down the stairs with a peppy tone. The brawny man sighed, stepping aside to let me through without any more questions. I smiled nervously as Hobi slid a hand behind my lower back.

"I bet you were surprised when you pulled up to this dump. Isn't it funny? I suppose their bar isn't doing as well as the charts say. They practically begged me to host our little get-together here."

I laughed along, his voice growing blurry as my palms grew sweaty. Funny how I spend most of my time in a bar, yet I felt so out of place in such a wild environment.