Fear | K.th [Editing]

Competition [28°]

I stare at Namjoon as we sit in front of each other in the car. He had his gaze down, looking at his phone, but I knew he could feel my glare on him. I stay silent, waiting for him to speak up. He glances up at me with a frown, sitting up straight and huffs in annoyance. "What?"

"Why isn't Mr. Kim with us?" I snap at him, crossing my arms. I woke up this morning and Taehyung wasn't in bed with me anymore and when I tried looking for him before we left, Namjoon wouldn't let me. But I did get a glimpse of him walking into Seokjin's office on the way out.

Namjoon clicks his tongue, evidently annoyed. "You're asking me this for the sixth time and I'm telling you for the sixth time that he had some business to take care of, you brat." He spits out harshly, looking out the window to see how close we were to the strip club. I hold back a tut, knowing he was only calling me that, because he knew Taehyung wasn't here to reprimand him.

I lean forward and grab his chin, turning his head to look at me. "And each time you tell me you look away; there's something you're hiding from me, Joonie, and I plan to find out." I concede, noticing the way his eyes slightly widen when I call him out.
He pushes my arm away, turning his gaze into a glare. I smile teasingly as I sit back, bringing my finger up to my mouth and giggling. He rolls his eyes and goes back to ignoring me.

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"Filles!" Bobby announces as he pushes open a door. I hesitantly follow him into the changing room. I'm met with women with their breast hanging out or their private parts on display, or some who are fully naked, talking amongst themselves like it was perfectly normal to go around naked.

They look up at the voice of their boss and immediately their eyes are drawn onto me. I fiddle with my fingers as he continues talking. "Ladies, the new member you have been waiting for," He turns toward me, standing out the way and holding his arms up. "Je vous présente: Golden Rose."

Immediately after he introduces me, a swarm of girls run up to me and surround me; a field of boobs coming at me all at the same time, chattering a million questions per second. "Is it true some guy is paying for you to have a separate changing room?"

"The dance instructor said you were a natural, this isn't your first time is it?"

"You even dyed your hair blonde to go with your performance and name, that's dedication."

"You sucked dick just to get your own room, huh?"

I frown at the last comment, looking around to see who had said that so I could bite back, but Bobby had ordered the girls to settle down and move back, claiming they were "suffocating the newbie."

He claps his hands. "Bien, I want you all to make her feel welcomed because from now on she'll be working here." He was making it kinda hard to keep a distance from these girls by saying all of this. "Yong-sun." He calls out someone's name, listlessly looking around for said person.

A girl pushes her way through and steps out from the crowd of girls with a huge grin on her face. I blush when I look down to see that she had no top on, nor a bra. "I want you to show Rosie around." He brings her closer with his finger, snapping for all the women in the room to get back to what they were doing before leaving.

My eyes dart toward the slightly shorter female in front of me when she taps my shoulder, bringing her arms toward her back as she bounces on the balls of her feet, her breast jiggling as well. "Hiya." She waves, her eyes disappearing as her smile widens. "I'm Yong-sun, but I go by Solar around here." She introduces herself by pointing toward her bare chest. I flinch when she grabs my arm, pulling me out of the dressing room. She takes me toward a long dark hallway and stops. "This is where we go to give men private shows if requested, sometimes to pleasure them." She informs quickly, pulling on my arm once again to take me somewhere else. I hope they know this is legit prostitution...