Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

9: Trapped

"Another serving of beef at this table Ahjumma!"

"Coming right up!" Ahjumma? I looked at the couple enjoying their feast, they were in high school with the disguise of their uniform. I gathered the finished dish plates onto a wide circled tray and returned to the kitchen. It was another hectic day at the restaurant and I was the only employee working again. I looked over at my manager eating leftovers and playing videogames. I was ready to stab his face with a dirty chopstick, he didn't do shit nor did he do the scheduling correctly for enough workers on a shift.

I placed the requested beef on the table and turned to do my next long listed task.

"Ahjumma, can cut the beef and cook it for us?" The boy with a rusted color haired clicked his chopsticks at me.

I mentally sighed and looked around as the other customers were eating comfortably and one newcomer that had just walked in. "Sure." I faked a smile. I quickly allowed the beef to sizzle along the grill.

"I'll be right back." Without the customer's judgement, I prepared the dishes and took the order of the customer that promptly walked in.

I quickly shifted into the kitchen and gathered the beef and pork requested, along with a stack of lettuce wraps. I return to the tables in a quick motion of delivering the items. Then coming back to the previous customer, cooking the beef.

"Ahjumma, it almost got burnt." The other student, a girl hiussed in an annoyed manner.

"Then you should've flipped it. You've got hands too don't you?" I ignored their raise of eyebrows and cut the thick slices of meat.

"Enjoy." I broke a smile and assisted the four other customers in a hurry.

It struck eleven, the restaurant was approaching to closing time. I locked the doors securely and flipped the former 'open' sign.

I went into the kitchen with a welcome of a mountain pile of dirty dishes. I groaned silently and resumed on to my awaited tasks.

My hands wrinkled in an extremely softened texture after the long wash, I dried my hands and took off my apron. I turned to see my manager walking in with a white envelope, as much as this job drained me what consisted in that white thick envelope alleviated the pain.

"This month's earning's." He slapped the generous amount on my slightly numb hands, picking the food out of his teeth disturbingly with a toothpick.

"Thank you." I nodded in respect as I needed to.

He almost made an exit but had a comment further to make, "I'll get another part timer soon." He scratched his head and left the kitchen.

It didn't bother me as much to work alone, but I was glad he finally made an effort to notice. I was getting paid stacks since I was the only employee, as frantic as it was. I peered inside to view my earnings, the smell of green paper wafting the air. My finger slit through the corner as I had sealed back the flap. I placed my hand under the cold water, the blood dispersing along my index finger onto the sink. I recalled back to last week, what my once innocent hands conducted to please that man. I didn't know what went through my mind to take such extensions on him. Although it was somehow satisfying.

I wrapped my hands with a paper towel to eliminate the bleeding and walked into the hollow night streets of Seoul. Crickets and frogs making an appearance as rain must've transpired. I glanced up at the blackened dark sky, not a single ball of light to be found. I didn't feel like going home, the shitty place I called home. Jiyong's house was an option, but I doubt she was there. Probably at her boyfriend's place. My thoughts surfaced to Hoseok, my "date" with him tomorrow, I thought of the outfit that I'd wear out of the minimal clothing that I owned. My face blushed excessively simply from the thought. White? Black? Blue?

Weighty footsteps outset almost un-distinctively, I didn't give it much consideration. Just continued my day dreaming along the dead desolate path, but the flickering lights caught my attention, the quick steps behind me fastened their pace.

I wasn't completely positive of the stalk, but this wasn't the first time to happen. I walked briskly into the opposite direction of the place I had resided. My body in fear, my mind flowing in speculation, my heart in terror.

"Fuck" I hissed under my breath, I walked into an ended route. Before I could take a glimpse of the individual, I was ushered into the concrete wall, my hair grabbed harshly under their palm. I winced quietly in pain, I understood the commotion. It was the Grim Reaper in my life, where my entire existence was in the hands of.

"We're back...."