♠︎ Club ♠︎ (Complete)

Chapter 6

" Jasmine!"

" Ah yeah?" I look up from my painting to see my boss step out of his office.

" Hazel called in sick today," he says with annoyance in his voice.

" Oh okay," I say, going back to my work and adding a little more white to my clouds.

" she had an appointment today. Do you think you could take it for her?" I snap my neck towards him and widen my eyes.

" Uhh, I guess," I say anxiously. He just nods his head and walks back to his office.
As his door slams closed, I grab my phone and instantly call Hazel.

" Hello?" I heard sleepiness in her voice and tried to get the anger from my thoughts. I was honestly pissed that I had to take her appointment, I really hated snobby people, and most people who want our art are snobby with low-price goals.

" Hey, how are you feeling?.... I was told that you were sick," I try to say in a positive voice.

" uhhh yeah ..... *cough* .... *cough* .... I'm not feeling good today. " her voice was still sleepy, but it didn't sound like she was sick.

" did you get a cold from someone last night?....you didn't seem too drunk when we left" My voice started to go in the "I'm annoyed at you " category but I cleared my throat and searched for the folder on her desk.

" ooo... a yeah... *snort* ....... * silence *.... anywaysssss are you taking my appointment today?" I stop mid-search as I hear muffled arguing and roll my eyes.

" umm yeah, can you send me the address since you seem to be soooooo sick " She sighs but starts to laugh and I can't tell if it's from me or whoever she has next to her.

" Yeah, no problem," she giggles again, and I groan a little.

" Okay, thank you. See you later,"

" See you soo- .... see you later ...... * snort* .... shut the fuck up" she mumbles the last part then hangs up.

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" Good job keeping your cool," Han snorts as I toss my phone on the bed.

" I tried, but you wouldn't stop touching my thigh.... in reality, it's your fault," I say, shrugging my shoulders as he climbs off the bed.

" Ah... excuse me, but I'm not the one setting her up in a trap. " he clicks his tongue with sass, I just laugh and watch him slowly get dressed.

" So why are you trying to set her up?" He leans his hands down on the bed and stretches his back like a cat.

" I just think she needs to get fucked so she can get over her douchebag of an ex" I sigh as he stretches closer.

" ohh... and you think Chan would be the best option... I thought she got on better with Jeongin " he moved his gaze from me to his closet, he slowly walked towards it, and cleared his throat.

" What about you.... do you think you could do a better job than Chan?" A smirk slowly moves across my face, I watch as he freezes mid-putting on his sweatshirt.

" Uhh... that's not what I meant... I just thought...." He fell over his words, and I tried my best not to laugh at his cute wide eyes.

"Hannie baby, I know how to share." he whips his head towards me as my smirk gets bigger.

" What?" He mumbles, and his cheeks start to get red.

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As I take a deep sigh getting out of the taxi, I look around confused.

" No way," I say under my breath, I rip my phone from my purse and call Hazel again, but she never answers.

" yes, it's the correct address. Just go in!" Hazel's texts go through after the call ends. I wanted to punch a wall or stomp on something.
Why do I feel like I'm being played?

As I walk into the very empty and very quiet house, I thank my past self for putting on an outfit that doesn't look like I stepped out of church.

" Hello?" I walk towards the stairs, but my body stops as I remember last night and a tight hand on my throat.

" Hello, what can I do for you?" A man with black hair walks up to me from the dance floor with a handful of used cups.

" Ah... I'm here to talk about the paints... I'm taking Hazel's appointment for her. " he stands there, nodding his head in agreement.

" No problem, you just have to go up these stairs and take a left, Bangchan should be waiting for you," he smiles and walks back towards the open area as my eyes go wide.

Fuck.... Fuck...

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