Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

1: Flashing Lights

The smell of meat and chopped onions flavored my apron. I hurriedly slid it off my body, I was getting late for my next job. I slipped on an undersized leather skirt, I turned to make sure my ass wasn't showing. I peered over at the mirror as it was just in line with my lower buttocks. I wore the remaining attire, keeping the sexy escort look. Applying bright red lipstick with the rest of my airbrushed makeup already did, I slid my five inch black heels on. My hair was a mess, I fixed the baby hairs with water and dosed myself in perfume to eliminate the beef odor from my previous task.

The sound of music pulsated along the walls of the bathroom. Distinct moans were heard from the stall next to me. I rolled my eyes as this wasn't the first time for this to occur. I ignored the voices and looked at myself in the mirror. I held the sink on both sides, holding it tightly with my grip, I was disappointed to look at myself.

My makeup was done beautifully, my outfit getting shorter and shorter by day. I pressed my painted lips together and clenched my eyes closed. Recalling back to when I didn't have to escape from reality, now, loan sharks or known to be gangsters were on the look for me. Demanding money that my deceased parents had owed for almost five years. They had passed away four years ago, once former rich holders of an electronic parts company known as Daesang Electronics. I was to be the next heir. We were making millions all my life till five years ago when my father was betrayed by his copartner of fraud and everything had gone downhill that year. The end of winter my parents had passed away from a "car accident", which I believed to be murder.

No, it was murder. The evidence didn't add evidently to a simple "accident", there were too many empty holes. Too many unanswered questions. I've also witnessed the words of the head hitman, who was also after me with his men. He confessed his tactics of killing, there had to be an order of the higher ups. Whoever conducted the plan was wealthy and had the power of closing the case, most likely bribing money for no further investigation.

I bit my lip sharply, I held back the tears that were embedding along my waterline. My body heated of anger from the frustration and the thoughts of revenge flew in my stream of thinking. I knew I was stronger than this. I had no siblings. Just me and myself. This was the only way I could live. The only way I could survive this cruel lonely world. Working multiple jobs, being an escort was one. I never took into consideration of this being a part of my life. But now I had no choice, it did pay me well. More than my work at a local restaurant or convenience store did. It also kept me away from the loan sharks in needs of my money or me entirely. This work was filthy but I've managed to stay pure and independent. I was starting to understand my way around these hungry rich men, they would be able to fall for my sly tricks.

The sudden banging and moaning intensified in the stall next to me. I shoved my old clothes in my bag and led myself out of the big stall. I looked over at the stall in disgust as the door shook from their activities. I kicked the door with my stilettos bitterly and the restroom became quiet. I shook my head and glided my way into the rowdy nightclub. The music pumping loudly in my ears and drunken people dancing aggressively upon each other.

I made my way to the grand bar that stood in the middle, I spotted one of my few friends that worked as a barista at the club. I kept a small circle of friends that I could trust for my safety and he happened to be a part of that ring.

"Hoseok!" I yelled out, approaching the establishment. Before I could steadily make my way, a nameless individual compressed me along their flimsy structure. The smell of rotten egg and strong alcohol mixed with their weakened breath. I turned to look at the man as I struggled slightly to leave his grasp, his eyes were nearly closed due to his intoxicated state, he grinned at me in a mischievous nasty behavior. He looked to be in his late thirties, he wore a luxurious suit. It must've just been another dirty rich chaebol.

"H-Honey, dance with mee~" His voice slurred, he let go of my holding and sluggishly danced as he almost toppled on me.

My wrist was grabbed in time and pushed along a solid chest, I looked up to find my friend

Hoseok. I glanced up at his sharp sleek jawline that I found the most alluring. His lips pursed together as he eyed the drunken man. My heartbeat instantly surged from our closeness. I had a crush on him, if he only knew.

I was far from a girl that he deserved. He'd be involved in my cluttered mess; his simple life would be destroyed. He was far too kind and important to me for any damage to come his way.

He shoved the delirious man back as he held my wrist firmly in his firm hands. The man stumbled in his position and was eagerly about to open his mouth for an argument. Before a mess was to occur, Hoseok made his way through the busy crowd and of the changing colors of bright lights to his station of drinks.

"You should be careful." He grabbed a shaker to prepare a cocktail, his index finger rested on the top of the sealed cap while the other fingers wrapped around the cold steel, soaked slightly by the water vapor covering the gadget. Shaking the stainless steel greatly, my eyes couldn't wander off to other things as his veins popped profoundly and the cool liquid dripping to his elbow. His arms glistening in the un-continuous stream of light. I looked up at his expression, his bottom lip tucked in his mouth as he continued the action.

"You heard me?" He poured the freshly made drink in a coned glass.

"Hm?" I snapped out of my trance and brushed my hair back to move the stands of hair out of my face.

"You want a drink?" He offered the glass my way.

"I'm fine. I have customers today." I sighed and placed a hand on the counter.

He nodded and drank the drink in one shot, he was well at taking in the infused liquor.

"How's it going so far?" He leaned against the counter with the empty glass.

"Usual." I stated. It was usual, the same snobby types of rich chaebols wanting to grope the skin under my skirt.

"If you need anything let me know. I'm here." He flashed his smile that lit brighter than all of the lights in this place.

"Araso, thanks Hobi." I nudged his arm and went my way to place my things back.

I was already 20 minutes late for my appointment, but I figured the customer I was given to meet today would be late anyways as all the other wealthy snobs were. I guided myself out of the miniature locker room, the energetic sound of EDM shook the building fervently. Quick stomping heels approached from behind, distinctly through the powerful music. I turned to look at my only other acquaintance and also my co-worker, Jiyong.

"Mari, where have you been?? The boss is frantic right now, the customer that you're scheduled for is waiting. Apparently, he's one of the richest heir to take foot in this club!" She yelled in my ear due to the disturb of the music.

"He's already here? I thought he'd be late!" I raised my voice.

"Here's the room number!" She handed me a small paper, 'Golden VVIP room #2'. It was the most expensive room in the building, I've never met with any client in that particular room. I was still a rookie at this job. I was curious about what the room had in stake, $10,000 for a plain reservation.

"Good luck! Fighting!" She rubbed my arm and went on with her activities.

I made my way up to the 7th floor, the top floor of the building. I was predominantly calm before my meetings with my clients, I was nervous this time. Was it because I was encountering with the wealthiest customer?

I glanced up at the heavy materialized door, my heels clicked with every step as I approached the entrance. A hardened paper slip was attached to the door, written of 'Reserved for VVIP Jeon Jungkook.'

A/N: Hi! I'm back~💕