Last Ordeal | Taekook

3. The Debt and the Offer

Two weeks ago :

Taehyung plopped down on a chair as the cafe he works in was finally closed for the day and his body was exhausted with all the running and bowing he had to do for four hours straight. But more than physical work, the pretense he has to put for the customers exhausts him. He has to give them a gentle smile where never in his distant memories had he smiled from his heart. But his job here needs his smile despite the tantrums and insults thrown by the customers on him. He had to put up with those teenage girls in nearby high school clinging on to him so far that he would like to call as sexual harassment sometimes.

However, this job was the second in line for a higher pay among the ones he does around the remaining day. Because of course again his face rockets the attractiveness of the cafe to another level. Which means more customers, more like horny teenagers for a cafe with a handful of schools and colleges in the vicinity. So the cafe owner didn't want to let him go, offering a higher paycheck when he thought of leaving.

But today reached his limit because of a girl that attempted to kiss and almost slapped him when she didn't get what she wanted. He loathes the riches for a reason because they think they can have all they want by crushing over other's lives. And hates even more when they just throw themselves at him.

He sighed as he looked at the time and he would only get late to his job if he kept drowning over his miseries. He changed to his regular clothes making a run to catch the bus to another hell for the day. Soon he was in his nightmare, precisely the nightclub where he has to endure another five hours simply because he earns his highest wage in this place.

He made his way to the bar counter walking through the crowd dancing to the loud music. All his senses need to be shut off if he wants to work here. The sounds of ear blaring music, drunk chattering and hungry moans piercing his ear drums. The smell mixed alcohol and disgusting sweats of people that he throws up at least once in a week. The eye blinding disco lights and nasty make outs making his eyes sour. Not to mention some ladies who were not satisfied with their fellow customers and try to seduce a bartender with their shameless touches making his skin crawl.

It is not like he never tried to take advantage of such advances. He did try thinking maybe that it will at least help him relieve his stress. He took a girl to a room in his fresher's party at his college and when the girl roamed her hand on his naked torso, he felt his entire existence burn in disgust. He had taken hours long shower rubbing the place where she touched till it bled. But yet the feeling never went away.

This was not different when he tried to be intimate with boys to confirm if his orientation goes in that direction. He even tried to be on the receiving end of the intercourse just to be sure of his issue. But in every case he just walked out on them to get rid of that skin burns he would feel just by the breath of another person on his skin.

"What would you like to have madam?" He asked politely to the lady that occupied the seat at the counter who was nothing but just another leech.

"Oh my... look... it is our hot Kim here... well do you have a hot Kim on your menu?" The lady asked leaning on the counter exposing his front more than it was already revealing. "Sorry madam. But unfortunately we don't have that sort of drink. Would you like to order another margarita?" He asked, feigning the same politeness. The woman was about to jump at him when a guy, most probably her boyfriend, came to her looking at Taehyung scrutinizingly as if he was forcing her into something. Despite this, he felt grateful to the man for saving his time and mood.

He was not even sure what he was continuing his life for. There was nothing that excites him, nothing that pushes him forward. There was not one he could rely on and no one he had to look after. There was no more a promising career for him neither a dream he would want to fight for. Simply put, his days were passing for years without any vibrance or a driving force.