Love Again

Chapter 5: Tipsy

Jin's P.O.V

I gulped down a shot of Vodka, my face crunched up as I felt the burning sensation going through my throat. I took a glance of my watch, it's 10:10 pm. My fingers linger around the shot glass, it was cold.

I gestured for Jungkook, and with a snap of my fingers, he appeared before me with a glass of water.

"Sobering up or another shot?" he smiled, placing a glass of water next to my shot cup.

I lifted my eyes without lifting my head, my fringe blocking half of the view. My mind thought of the stressful and painful night I have to endure, it was enough to make my decision.

"Another shot will do," I said pushing my shot cup forward, waiting for Jungkook to fill it up.

Jungkook sighed, his hand reached under the counter while the other grabbed the cup. His left hand held a bottle of Vodka and poured it into my cup. I stared as the liquor fell into my shot cup, it was a beautiful sight.

The liquor sparkled under the dimly lit counter lights, I kinda understand why there are people obsessed with alcohol now.

I reached forward to grab the shot but Jungkook pulled it away and placed it somewhere out of my reach. I lifted my head, arching an eyebrow.

"It's time to sober up, having too much with affect your work," Jungkook leaned forward grasping my hand.

I scoffed, a full-time escort like me? Alcohol effecting my work? Alcohol has been my life ever since I started the job.

"It's none of your concern, Kookie," I retreated my hand, reaching for the cup with my butt still intact with the stool.

"Hyung, you can't live on like this, it's not your fault she died," Jungkook whispered silently but I still heard what he said.

Not my fault that she died, I let her die right in front of my eyes.

I shook my head, I could have done something then and there. I grabbed the shot and gulped it down, the sting invading my throat once again.

Jungkook sighed and eventually left me alone.

I hung my head low again, my eyes glanced at my wrist watch. 10:30 pm.

I have 30 minutes until my first appointment.

I bit my lips, it's painful to watch time fly away like this but what am I to talk about it.

"Hey."

I flinched.

I looked up, eyes a little sore and tear up as the alcohol killed in a little too hard than I expected it to do.

A man in a black hoodie and black baggy jeans stood before me. His face looked like he hasn't been shaving for years, little stubles were still lingering on his chin.

I frowned, titling my head a little as I spoke up.

"Can I help you?"

He stared at me for a moment, buying me some time to examine his features. He has very beautiful eyes.

Then he smiled, two deep dimples displaying their presence on his cheeks. I was slightly taken aback.

He is a rather beautiful person, I thought.

He took a sit beside me, twirling the stool a little so he could face me. I shuffled on my stool, his presence was rather demanding and I felt a little dominated sitting beside him. It's as if his aura itself could slice me apart.

"I'm new around this area and I need to find a place to crash, mind if you can help me?" the man spoke, his deep rumbling voice rang into my ears.

Oh, it's this type of customers again...

I turned my head to him and smirked.

"The manager here has an extra room, might as well ask if you can rent it for a night," I said as I grabbed the glass of water Jungkook had left and drank it in a single gulp. Time was running out and I'm going to be late for my appointment.

The man just nodded to me and reached his hand out to me.

"I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable, it's been a long time for me to socialize with people, mind if we be friends?" he said, actually, it's more like a deep whisper.

I stared at him, I was slightly startled when he hit up on me but he seemed nice.

I shrugged and put my hand in his, returning the handshake.

He smirked, a little too happy to be honest.

I turned to Jungkook and nodded, it's a sign that I do before I leave the pub. I glanced at the man before standing to leave.

Walking towards the glass door, I sensed an intense gaze on me but I brushed it off as I open the door and step into the freezing night, heading towards the brothel I work at.

Don't say it's just a death of a woman, it's never easy to get out of the trauma of losing a person you truly loved, especially not at a state like that. Yes it's been years, might as well die along but I don't deserve to die. Not with her family blaming the incident on me, not with my family disappointed in me. What's there for me to die? What did I do to deserve the bliss of dying?

I laughed, feeling rather pathetic at the fact of committing suicide. No, I deserve to suffer in this world, death is too heavenly for this distorted soul of mine.

The soft rumbles of music vibrated under the pedestrian street, signaling me that I have reach my destination.

I lifted head, my silk shirt clinging on my chest as another breeze brushed pass me. There are many customers lining up outside of the brothel and to be honest, it's terrifying. Without noticing, I was shivering as I walked secretively to the back door of the brothel.

The name of this brothel is quite ironic, because it's called "Heaven".

Gave me an illusion that I am dead when I am still living in a dead reality.

I was reaching for the doorknob as I felt a part of arms wrapped around my waist.

"Hyuuuuung, you're heeeeree," a clingy mochi stuck itself on me.

I turned myself around I face him, his beautiful smile made his eyes small but angelic at the same time. Seeing him around, I felt the heavy burden lifted off my shoulders.

"Jiminie, good evening," I smiled at him, staring intensely at his face.

His eyes twinkled a little as we head inside together, his hand grabbing my wrist as we walked down the corridor. We stopped at a black door which is our waiting room, a place for us to prepare ourselves before meeting our clients.

Jimin intended to open the door but before his hand reach for the doorknob, the door opened. Behind the door revealed Jackson, all suit up in white.

"Oh, hey guys," Jackson waved at us before heading down the corridor that lead to a big heavy wooden door that leads to what I would say, an illusion of Heaven that's called Hell.

I felt Jimin nudging me.

Oh, I was staring off into depression again.

"Hyung, you don't look good," he said worriedly.

I smiled, "I'm fine, let's go."

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