Seduction Mortelle|| P. Jimin x Reader

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Murder

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Smoke, drugs, leather and people making out on every corner, a circus instead of a bar with two bartenders and one waitress to take care of every scandal that rises up. I clicked my tongue, standing at the side of the bar and watching as a new fight unfolded with one of my colleagues trying to stop it.

The fights were nothing new, but the work we needed to do after they emerged was highly annoying to me.

Sighing to myself, I sat down on one of the bar-stools at the side as I wanted to rest my tired legs even for just a bit. My shift started at 1 pm today and is supposed to end in 30 minutes. But note that now is 12:30 am and I'm too tired to even try and get myself involved with the customers. Instead, I let myself just observe everything in front of me.

The bar was actually pretty decent looking, as judged by the interior of it. We always had the dark and light purple lights on with the music slightly blasting which, if you ask me, is anything but a bar characteristic. If you tried hard enough, you could notice that people smuggled drugs and alcohol in then getting drunk with the excuse of having low resistance to alcohol and that one cup of beer was enough for them to fall and puke all over the floor. I shook my head lightly, my eyes now drooping while I tried my best to not fall asleep.

The bathrooms are nothing better.

I clean, scrub and wash but there's always dried up piss all over the floor. It's times like these that I regret not going to college, but the damn finance papers always prove me wrong.
With my ongoing observation, I hadn't noticed that it was already time to leave.

I jumped off the seat and scrambled to the private area to change before the manager could order me to do some shitty job again. It was Friday night, well actually now Saturday morning, and with my two days off up ahead I didn't want to waste my time scrubbing the beer off the floor.

I changed, packing my uniform in the locker and quickly taking my things. I exited the area for workers and listened to my manager calling my name in a slightly annoyed tone.
Turning around, I smiled sheepishly and answered with words coated in absolute sarcasm.

"It was lovely working with you!"

I exited the bar in a hurry, leaving in the direction of my apartment with a sigh of relief. I slowed down after a bit as I didn't want to be even more sweaty than needed and took a deep breath while walking through the dark night. It was a bad decision, as now my feet were dragging on the ground tiredly.

"Ugh.."

No doubt, my body was going to give out when I reach my apartment, I will be lucky if I make it to the bed.

The slightest chilly wind blew on the streets, making me shudder when the sweat started to cool on me. I finally realized how spooky and dark it really was, my eyebrows pulling into a frown.

Slowing down was a very bad idea.

I picked up the pace, making a turn to the right in an alley that I remembered was a shortcut to my street. The temperature dropped drastically from today and I felt as though it was bellow zero at this point.

Or was it just me being paranoid.

I walked through the darkness, frowning once again when the time passed, but I was nowhere near exiting the damn, spooky alley.

Or had I simply taken a wrong turn.

I stopped, scratching my head in confusion. Looking around me, my eye caught a glimpse of a template on the side of the building. It was too dark for me to see from my spot, so I stepped closer tilting my head to read what it said.