Only Strip For Me || JJK [BOOK I] ✔️

16: Bastard

The inconstant vibrant lights streamed wildly throughout the club, the main spotlight shined on me. I was the stripper for the night club tonight, my hips swirled to the beating music, twirling easily, and teasing the audience with my dance. I enjoyed my time on the pole, thoughts back to Europe flew in my head when I first learned how to pole dance, having complete control with the steel bar. Money thrown in midair and hollering of drunk men out spoke, which altered mixed feelings for me. I flipped my hair as I did a wave with my body. A pair of eyes catching mine amidst the group of people. Squatting down towards my ankle with a shake of my hips, I studied the glare shooting at me. Getting a closer look, it was Mr. Jeon.

A hand on his knees as he crossed them in a boss behavior, a girl sitting next to him and other male individuals in a large booth. I ignored the unknown glare on his face and continued my rhythm. I could peer from the corner of my eye he was holding the girl's waist and going into a brief make out interlude. My face burning in annoyance for an obscure reason, exhaling the disturbed matter away, I swayed with every movement as the tune picked up in pace. I turned my attention to the drinkery, Hoseok nodding to the music then a smile peered on his face as he watched me, I returned the gesture back in confidence.

The song ended seconds later, my show time was over for the night. I brushed my long-straightened hair back, walking down the polished stairs of the stage. I glanced up meeting complete eye contact with Mr. Jeon, my heart beat racing in my chest from nervousness. I looked elsewhere and stride along the danced floor in ambition to pass his table filled with chaebols.

I succeeded of making no contact, but long fingers wrapped around my wrist. I glimpse down having expectancy of the certain person holding me back, joining them for company. It appeared to be a stuck up snobby rich boy, a hungry smirk smudged on his face. Must've been one of his friends.

"Why don't you sit down, have a drink with us?" His dimples portrayed as a way for me to comply with his request.

I was actually making my way to Hoseok as we promised to have dinner together after. Hesitating for a moment and unsure of what to do now.

"Sit, drinks on us." The familiar composed voice tilted his head demanding me to sit. Mr. Jeon initialed a hard stare on me as if he was marking his prey.

I slowly nodded my head not able to refuse. I sat on the empty edge of the cushioned section of the sofa next to the dimpled man. He poured me a drink and clashed his gently with mine.

"Cheers." He gulped down the liquid in a quick go.

I picked up the small shot uncertain of drinking now. I didn't intend of becoming drunk tonight. I looked over across the bar to capture if Hoseok was visible in sight, hopefully he wasn't waiting for me, unsure of how long I would be stuck here..

"Looking for someone? Drink up." The man's voice sharpened clearly next to my ear. I took the shot feeling the solution scorch down my esophagus, my mouth left with a horrible aftertaste. I was never a fan of drinking strong Tequila.

"So are you a stripper here?" He scanned my posture thoroughly, licking his lips in delight.

"I am. And you are?" I poured myself a glass of water to wash my mouth with something.

"I'm Kim Namjoon, future owner of Kim Group. I wanna know more about you, you doing anything tonight? We should hangout." He sipped his whiskey, his eyes going down my cleavage.

I wasn't feeling uncomfortable nor was I feeling relaxed. The glare on me was digging a hole through my flesh, I didn't need to see it, it was almost obvious.