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tw: this chapter deals with SA
Jaeyun's POV
I took a deep breath before pushing open the club door like it was routine. It wasn't my first time there. Just the first with Riki by my side.
I saw right through Yuna's dirty plan to mess with me. No way I'd play along. That's why I brought Riki, hoping she'd keep her hands out of my pants while he was around.
She was scared of what he might do to her.
"I fucking hate it here," Riki growled, slamming the door behind him. People looked over.
"'Cause you're underage, Riki," I said, already striding toward the bar at the back.
Riki followed me, dragging his feet, sulking. He probably had a gun tucked into his Calvins just in case. The orphan was a bundle of joy.
"Ain't got shit to do with my age. You're a fucking whore, Jae. This is where you belong," he snarled, nodding at the strippers on the poles with a nasty grin.
I pretended not to hear, staring at the spotlights flashing above me, brighter than they'd ever been. Red, white, blue, purple, pink.
"I'm sure you can do better than them. C'mon, give me a lap dance, baby."
He smacked my ass, smirking like he owned the place.
I bit my tongue, jaw tightening as I shoved him back. Some frat boys whistled from the bar. "Don't fucking touch me."
"Why?" Riki glanced to the side, voice dropping. "Yuna calls, you come running like a good little dog. Tonight, Jae... you're the one getting cracked."
I kinda forgot to tell Riki why I'd asked him to come. If I had, I would've had to apologize for the punch. And that wasn't happening. He fucked up.
He thought he was just gonna kick back, watch pretty girls dance while I fucked Yuna. Instead, he was about to turn into a pain-in-the-ass kid.
She might've missed my dick, but I could barely remember the last time she actually felt good on it.
"You're right. Except for the sex part."
"What do you mean?"
I smirked, shrugged, and leaned over the bar toward the pretty redhead who made better cocktails than the bartender. Candy-pink push-up bra, sequin skirt, a top shorter than my belt. She was dressed like one of the chipettes.
"As usual, Jaeyun?" she batted her lashes, twisting one of her pigtails around her finger.
"You know me so well, Jeanette," I half-smirked.
I tugged Riki forward by the shoulder to pull him into the conversation.
"Nice try, Jae, but Jeanette's over there," she said, pointing to her friend in purple. I looked over. She was making out with a teenager.
