The Girl With The Blue Hair (Astro Rocky Fanfic)

Chapter 3

It had been about a week since you seen those two guys, and since you had last danced. Your father came home early regularly now, and beat you even harder, blaming you for the fact that he lost his job when his boss found drugs in his desk. You now had to sustain the two of you with only a job at a coffee shop that got lots of customers, but didn't pay well. Your boss had told you that now you would be working the 7 to 3 shift, since you were doing well and thus could serve the student customers passing through. It was your first day with the new shift, a Monday, and at around 2:30 the first high school students came in. It was a group of six boys and you looked up as they approached the counter, laughing and talking. Your eyes widen slightly at the same time Rocky and Jinjin's do and the smiles drop from their faces. You shake it off, though, and look away, your face becoming neutral as you take the orders, noting the smirk on Rocky's face. The group moves to a table in the corner out of sight from the counter and you breath a sigh of relief. Your replacement for the 3 o' clock shift comes in early and takes your spot for you, and you gratefully rush to the back, but before you can enter someone steps in front of you, blocking the doorway. Rocky. "Why don't you go to school?" He asked. Seriously? Out of all questions to ask why that one? You manage not to roll your eyes and try to move to the right of him, but he throws his left arm out in front of you. "Why don't you?" You raise your eyes up to meet his and merely shrug. "What do you want?" You ask him. "For you to answer my question. Then I'll let you go." You sigh and shake your head. "Yeah, well, I'm not answering that. And you should probably leave before you get forced out, if you didn't notice the 'Employees Only' sign." Rocky smirks once again. "Nope. Not until you tell me. I'll take the chances." You stare at him in mild disbelief, then quickly reach out and grab his arm, twisting it in front of him and shoving him out of the way, quickly stepping by. Before Rocky can even get balanced, you shut the door and lock it, sighing in relief. You change out of your long sleeved work shirt and throw on a hoodie, walking out through the back exit. You walk home, stopping in your tracks when you see a shiny black Caddilac in the driveway. You push open the old wooden door, wincing at the loud creak it makes, and enter the living room, which is just a couple of rickety chairs and an old sofa next to a coffee table. Two men are standing in it, your father, who looks like he hasn't shaved since he lost his job, and a man who looks to be in his late forties, in an expensive grey suit. "Dad? What's going on?" Your father steps forward with a forced smile on his face. "[Y/N], you're home. This is Song Jaemin, an old friend of mine." The man reaches out to shake your hand, his eyes carefully studying your face and body, but you keep your arms at your sides. Your father shoots you a withering glance before continuing. "And, well, he works at a prostitute house."

[A/N] Okay, for anyone who's reading this, I came up with the name Jaemin before NCT Dream debuted and came up with the name on my own, just so there's no confusion there, I just realized it