Payback

My Resolve

The ride over to Jungkook's nightclub was quiet. Jackson rode in the backseat with me. He said that he needed to take care of some business with Namjoon and Taehyung after they dropped me off. My mind kept wandering to the room of bodies. It made me sick to think about just how many bodies might've gone through that underground hospital. Why did they die? How did they die? Will I be next?

My body felt numb now after the shock had subsided. Jackson almost had to carry me out of the hospital because I refused to move from my chair in the dark room. Now I had to somehow pull myself together in order to be able to work for the rest of the day.

"Are you sure you'll be OK?" Jackson asked me as we turned down the street where the nightclub is located.

I looked over to see his concerned face looking at mine. I nodded, but I really didn't feel OK. I wanted to curl up in my closet room and stay there for the next week or so but I can't. I have to work to pay off the huge debt that my father left me. I have to figure out a way to get through this. I can't be a wreck every time I see something like this. I'll die of stress before I can pay off even 10% of the debt. What should I do?

The car stopped in front of the nightclub and I got out after saying goodbye to Jackson.

"Hoseok will pick you up to bring you to work at the restaurant later." Namjoon yelled out the window before they drove off.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and I walked into the lounge. Taehyung gave me instructions on how to get to the top floor where the offices are located. There are two separate staircases: One that only goes to the second floor, and one that only goes to the third floor. I went to the staircase at the very back of the lounge in the VIP section. The workers there must've been told about me because none of them tried to stop me. The door has a number lock, so I punched in the numbers that Taehyung gave me and the door unlocked.

As I made my way up the stairs I wondered what I should say to Jungkook. I felt like my body was on autopilot. I was walking but my mind was elsewhere. How am I supposed to work? I didn't want to deal with anyone right now.

I felt a tear run down my cheek. I stopped on the landing of the second floor. There was no door there, but there was a small landing where I could pause to pull myself together before I went up to see Jungkook. I sighed and wiped the tear away.

"I miss you, Otosan." I whispered as I began to sob against the wall. Despite the fact that my father left a huge debt to me, I still loved him. He always gave me good advice when I needed it. I could really use his advice right now.

I suddenly remembered something that my father told me when I was having a hard time at work once. I was new and no one gave me any respect even when I complained about customers.

Sometimes the only way to get respect is to not complain and to as you're told. If they still don't respect you, then you need to adapt and show them your strengths through actions, not words. Actions speak louder than words.

I thought about what happened the past couple of days. As much as I hate being here, I can't complain. But all I've been doing is complaining and causing trouble for myself and those around me. I need to find a way to prove my worth. My skills in customer service aren't enough for me. I need to learn something new. In this world, I need to be able to survive. I can't rely on others to help me.

I wiped away my tears and began my ascent back up the stairs with resolve. I know what I have to do.

I pushed open the door to the hallway of offices. There were four doors. Jungkook's will be the last door on the left. As I began to walk down the hallway the door closest to me opened. Jimin walked out into the hallway. I wasn't expecting him to be here at all.

Jimin looked at me with a look of surprise on his face.

"Oh, Akio." He said with a smile. "Did you have trouble getting in..." Jimin's voice trailed off. "Are you OK?"

I realized that I must look like a mess after crying. It's a good thing that I brought my makeup with me. I just gave him a forced smile and nodded.

"I am now. I just needed a moment. Is Jungkook here?"

Jimin nodded and pointed at the door down the hallway.

"Thanks, Jimin." I said with a smile before walking past him and to the door.

I knocked three times before I heard Jungkook's angry voice shout "Get your ass in here!"

I opened the door and walked in. I slammed the door shut behind me and saw Jungkook sitting behind a large black desk that sat at the far end of the room. The setup was similar to Yoongi's office with a couch, TV, and a small fridge in the room. Jungkook's office is bigger and more spacious and it also has a window while Yoongi's does not.

Jungkook glared up at me as I approached his desk.

"Do you want to tell me why you just slammed the fucking door?" he asked in a threatening voice.

I threw my bag onto the couch as if I owned it and then I turned back around to face a very angry looking Jungkook. He did not look pleased to see me.

"Jungkook." I said, putting my hands on his desk. I ignored his glare and I looked into his dark angry eyes.

"Teach me how to fight."