Fear | K.th [Editing]

Strip Club [M] [26°]

My eyes turn to look at Taehyung when I feel his cold hand grip my wrist, pushing me to focus my attention on him. His eyebrows fall as he talks to me. "You're quiet." He states, leisurely retracting his arm when he knows I'm listening, leaning back to rest his head into the palm of his hand.

His slim fingers go up to my newly dyed blonde hair, playing with a strand before he moves back, drinking up my appearance silently like a predator stalking its prey. He bites his lower lip, an indication that he was turned on by just looking at me.

He smirks as he crosses his leg over the other. "I hope you're keeping your promise on killing me." He teasingly mentions, chuckling cockily to himself as he stares at me. I swim up to the surface when I tear my gaze away from his dusky abysmal eyes and onto Namjoon when he clears his throat.

He looks toward me with a clipboard in his grasp, reading off a paper. "y/n. 21 years old. Born in Incheon, Korea. Birth date: April 9th, 2044. You will dye your hair blonde and the name you will now go by is 'Rosie Gold.'" I hold back a scoff, like that name couldn't be anymore obvious.

"Your stage name will be 'Golden Rose' and you will perform anything given to you to keep you under cover. When your shift is over you will be living in an apartment temporarily with Mr. Kim's men discreetly coming by to make sure you're not up to anything that'll get you hurt by Mr. Kim himself. For example; trying to escape."

I glance beside me when I feel Taehyung's gaze on me. I lower my eyes before looking back at Namjoon again. "You will not make any friends while working at the strip club. Do not interact with any girls and do not tell them what is going on-"

I hum in response, pressing my back against the leather seating as I cross my arms over my chest. "And what happens if I break all those rules?" I challenge, gaining a slight look of annoyance from Namjoon. He glances at Taehyung warily for a signal before fixing his suit.

"If you break any of these rules you will be sent back to the institution where Mr. Park will have his way with you." My eyes widen at his words. I snap my head in the direction of Taehyung to see if what he said was actually true. He's eyes weren't on me anymore, kept low on his lap. "We're here."

Namjoon informs, looking out the window before the doors unlock and he gets out, holding the door for us. I keep my gaze on Taehyung who nudges me to get out, but I don't budge.

He finally makes eye contact with me. "Are you serious about this?" I question, looking into his eyes for any uncertain emotion, but all I could see was black; cold and heartless. I swallow hard, holding back the wrenching feeling of being hurt and turn away from him.

I get out the car, Taehyung following from behind and walk toward Namjoon who was waiting for us. He holds out his arm, handing Taehyung a mask. "Wear this before we go in." He instructs as Taehyung places the mask over his mouth. "We don't know who could be in there."

He turns toward the doors to the strip club and grabs the handle. Before he opens it he glances behind him at me. "Stay behind me." He murmurs and opens the door, leading us in.

I immediately get hit with the smell of cigarettes and cigars, also the smell of sex and the sounds of muffled moans littering dark areas of the equally as dark room we were standing in. My attention gets thrown onto a male who shouts as he walks over to us. "Hey, this club is closed–come back on Friday."

Namjoon glares at him and tuts. "If it were closed then the doors would've been locked." He raises a suggestive eyebrow before brushing past the man and looking around. "I'm looking for the owner of this club." Namjoon states, turning around.

Our heads snap toward a booth when someone begins to speak. "What can I do for you?" I notice a male sitting in the middle of the curved booth with two girls dressing his sides, black hair slicked back, dark business suit adorning his frame and a cigar perched in between his index and middle finger.