Obsessed || J.JK

"One Step Closer."

She couldn't stop herself from pacing back and forth in her hotel room. Someone is watching her, someone is using Ann's phone to reach her. Yet this means Ann is really alive and out there. But who would be so sick to take someone and then go after her friend? Who was this J.K and what did they want from her? Y/n was to paranoid to even get ready for bed or anything. There was no way she was going to tell Dan, he already let her do little things as is. If Dan found out she had a stalker she'd imagine herself locked up in his house with a full time bodyguard. She tapped her phone in her hand and looked at the message again like it would magically change.

"Ann wishes you luck, so do I. J.K."

No new message has been sent and she didn't know if she should text Ann's number in hopes to get a response. She felt this person wouldn't respond, she felt they only texted when they had something to say. She paused and just stared at her phone. She contemplated a lot in the span of thirty seconds. She wanted Ann back, she was going to do this herself if she had too. She typed a message and pressed send but nothing went through. Y/n hit send over and over but the message wouldn't deliver. She was blocked. This person didn't want her negotiating, only they could send a message. She threw her phone on the bed and bit her nails out of stress. She would find Ann, she would find her no matter what it took out of her.

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After receiving the photo of herself last night she stayed on gaurd even at work where many guards and security were present. Serving drinks to already drunk wealthy men ment less without Ann here to be here flirting with her to them. She was stuck with Hana who was under the assumption showing some boob got her more liked by these sad and desperate men. She missed how Ann would so carelessly call out Hana for her behavior. All the bartenders were allowed to do was serve drinks, flirt a little and be on their way. If Hana wanted to act like a hooker there was a pole across the large club. "Hey, what's a mojito?" Hana asked, leaning against the bar counter. She pronounced it mo-gee-toe so confidently.

Y/n only stared at her like she had heard one of the stupidest things ever. "It's Mo-hee-to for starters. You take white rum in a tall glass with sugar in the rim. One shot of rum, that's 1.5 ounces. Fill the rest with soda water and add mint and a lime." She explained as she made the drink. Hana watched her like she was so entertaining. "Thanks girl, still getting use to this y'know." Hana said as she took the drink and handed it to one of the regulars. Hana was a nice person, just a little crazy, literally. "Well it's nice to see you here, doll face." Y/n's attention from Hana was broke when she heard the voice of a regular. "I haven't seen you in here in a bit, the wife treating you well recently, Seungho?" The man made a 'tch' sound and rolled his eyes. He tapped his fingers on the bar top and looked back at her.

Seungho was an important person here. "She got divorce papers. I won't be dealing with her anymore." Seungho had married a gold digger, she was good for his family name but her greed and bitchy attitude drove him over the edge after two years. "Wow, couldn't handle a women with such class?" She joked as she poured his regular scotch. "Class my ass, the only class she had was Pilates that she used as an excuse to fuck the instructor." Seungho said his words so confidently and without any hesitation or pain behind them. He took a sip of his beverage and looked at the women infront of him. "Say where is my sweet Ann? I haven't seen her in awhile." Y/n knew Seungho had a thing for Ann, if he was then a married man.

The man just had enough respect and restraint to keep his moves to himself till his divorce was finalized. Y/n cleared her throat and shrugged. "Haven't you heard? She went missing." Suddenly a fast change appeared on the man's face. Seungho hummed and ran a hand through his hair. "Our Ann is in danger?" Y/n nodded. She knew she could trust Seungho. "Help me find her. I know she's alive, help me Seungho." The man agreed and pulled out his phone. "You tell me what I need to know and I'll make arrangements. Put your number in my phone." Y/n looked around at the busy club to make sure a bodyguard wouldn't see her touching a guests phone.

Employees to the Jeon Club were forbidden to interact with its private guests. The people in this club were all individually involved with some sort of Mob or group that was connected on the down low to a major Mafia. If she could get Seungho to help her she would already be one step ahead of the police. She quickly added her number and Seungho took his phone back. "I'll reach out." Seungho stood up from his seat and looked so serious now. His whole mood had shifted now that he knew Ann was in harms way. She could feel how excited she had gotten from Seungho helping her. Ann had a better chance.

She came back to her senses and got back to work. Sure she worked in the private lounge so it was less chaotic than the public lounge. That lounge was merely ment for the higher upper class that had no place with any gang association, just large wallets. She was about to serve another guest but a gaurd had came up to the bar. "Y/n, come with me." Was she caught giving Seungho her number? She looked at the man and set her hands on her hips. "I'm in the middle of something." She stated. The man scoffed and crossed his arms. "Come with me, now." She eyed him and sighed. She looked over to Hana and saw her chit chatting with the regulars. She stepped out from behind the bar and the bodyguard lead her away.

Her black long sleeve top was form fitted and exposed her collar bones but it was presentable enough for where she was going. Her hair was in the standard ponytail and her jeans had a small wet spot on the thigh from Hana bumping into her. "Where are you taking me?" She asked. The man walked her to an elevator that she didn't even know they had. "To the V.I.P lounge. You're being moved up." The man pressed the down button, there was a basement below the basement? "Shouldn't I get a 24 hour notice?" She asked. The man tsked and the elevator doors opened. "Normally yes, but one of the girls walked out after refusing service. You're the next best now that Ann is gone." She furrowed his brows.

The way he said mentioned Ann was so snarky. It was like he found pleasure in saying that. She remained calm and only thought about what she would say to him. "Linah will fill you in on rules and requirements. We've done a thorough search on you, don't disappoint Bosses judgment." She just hummed and a women was walking to her. "You must be Y/n I'm Linah, let's get started." She had arm tattoos that looked like patch work, her nose piercing was a gold hoop and her hair was a sharp black bob with bangs. Linah was tall,  5'11 if she had to guess. Y/n thought she was tall at her stature of 5'7. The women's clothes consisted of black flared leather pants and a blood red crushed velvet one strapped top that hugged her body.

There was no one in this lounge besides them now. "Where is everyone?" She asked. "The V.I.P don't come till after midnight. I'll give you the run down. Wait here for a minute." Linah walked to a door and went inside. Y/n just looked around the place. It was different, it had an erie feel to it. Her phone buzzed, it was Ann. She looked at her phone, she let go a breath and saw the photo. It was taken just moments ago. Her and that body walking here. They passed no one, the saw no one, right?

"Look at you, you're now one step closer like you wanted."

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T.B.C