One Step To Paradise

Chapter 5:

Beautiful Creature

Irene's POV
I went home and relaxed for a while, the time was 6:42, still got time till my work.

I placed myself on my soft bed...

Still processing what happen.

A guy just gave me a handkerchief.

V just used me.

I picked the handky and smelled it.

It has a smell that makes you comfortable. A smell that tells he's a gentleman.

After a good minutes, I fell asleep.

I was awoken by my alarm.

I turned it off and went to the mirror.

I removed my ponytail, letting my hair fall naturally.

I removed my eyeglass and wore contact lense.

I changed from day to night.

Since today is wednesday, We are advised to wear anything since it's wash day.

I grabbed a white tank top, and a white skirt to blend.
(Look at Chapter 6 for her outfit)

Seulgi gave this shirt for me on my birthday.

Such exposure though.

If I won't wear it, she will throw tantrum. So I wore it now.

I wore the clothes and applied some small make up.

I applied eyeliner and grabbed some black converse high.

I grabbed my phone and was ready to leave.

I lock the door and went to my work.

I could see people eyeing me from head to toe, checking me up.

I placed a disgusting face.

I went to my bestfriend and she shouted.

"BESSSHWY!!!! YOU WORE IT!!!"
She screamed in joy and jumps up and down.

I gave her a shy smile as we went upstairs to the VIP room.

I can see celebrities and finally, I saw someone I knew.

Mark.

I gulped hard as I went inside and wore my name tag.

"Table no.3, 3 tequilas and 1 side-turner."(forgive me, i don't know any drinks at all)

I picked the tray and gulped my spit as I realized it was on Mark's table.

He was talking to his blonde friend, smiling and laughing.

His smile never changed.

I bit my lip nervously and placed the tray at their table.

His eyes widened and stares at me head to toe.

"I-IRENE?!"
He said and immediately stood up from his seat.

"Long time no see, Mark."
I said and smiled at him.

He was my crush before.

Way back in highschool days.

I remember when I confess at him in the rooftop.

"M-m-mark o-oppa!!!"
I said nervously and fiddled with my fingers.

"What is it? Come on I'm busy."

He said and places both his hands at his pockets.

I bravely face up.

"I... I think. I.like.y-you."
I said.

He laughs at me and I began to tear up.

"Irene.... Sorry... I don't date freaks with eyeglasses. Typically, nerds."
He said and left me.

"I-IRENE!!! I—"

"No, it's okay. It's way all over the past."
I said and smiled at him.

I turned my heels and walk away when he held my wrist.

"What is it.. SIR."
I said and raised my brows.

What could he be planning?

"I-I.... You... look... hot t-today."
He said and smirked at me.
(Please don't hate me. MARK is my bias in got7.)

"Thanks, now if you would kindly let go of me I still have to work."

I said and tried pushing his hand away from me.

But instead, his grip tightened and sent shivers to my spine.

"I know you can't resist me. Rene Rene."
He smirked.

That name... that nickname he used to call me when we were still friends.
But how could he coldly reject me if we were friends? I mean he can just turn me down kindly.

"Stop calling me that name, Mark. It makes me wanna throw up."
I said and tried to break free from his tight grip.

He pushed me from the wall and pinned me against the wall, harshly.

I growled in pain.

"Ahwch..."
I winced in pain.

"LET GO OF ME!!"
I shouted.

Attention were all on us.

They give us a 'what-the-heck' look.

"I'm popular. I'm from a popular boy band now. Would you want date someone awesome as me?"
He said and leaned closer.

I pushed his chest but he's still stronger.

"NO!!!"

"She says let go, fucking retard bastard."