*there has to be a name for this updating obsession that I have, I'm on a roll*
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Y/N's POV
Once your shift over you grab you things.
"So you're really going to do it?" Rosé asks and you turn to her as you put on your leather jacket fixing the collar.
"It was their only condition so you could get your position back" you say grabbing your bag.
"So you're going out with the two of them?" she ask and you nod "for me?" she asks and you freeze.
Deep down you knew it wasn't just for her, you wanted to see what these men had to offer. You wanted to understand why they made you feel the way they did, you wanted to see just how far all of this was going to go, it was simple as that but you didn't want to tell Rosé or anyone for that matter because though it sounded simple in your head it might come off complicated to everyone else.
You slowly turn to her and smile "of course" you lie and she nods watching you. You avoid her gaze as you release the hair pin from you dark, long curly hair.
She fixes strands of your hair "Just be careful okay?" she says and you nod "call me if anything happens" she adds and you nod and take a step back, her hand lowers to her side.
"Anything at all" she insist and you smile placing the strap of you bag over your shoulder "I promise" you say.
"And don't let them push you into doing anything you're not comfortable in doing" she says and you sigh.
"Yes mother" you joke and she grins.
"Do I need to suggest a curfew?" she jokes and you laugh "it's already past midnight so no" you respond.
"Fine" she sighs and looks at you worriedly and you meet her gaze.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine" you try to reassure her as you walk by her.
"I dealt with Jackson so I'm sure I can deal with this" you add as you walk around the bar.
You knew it wasn't the same, Jackson was one thing but these men were a whole other level. You just wanted to comfort your nerves with that thought.
"Y/N"
You turn to see Mark on the other side of the bar.
"Where're you going?" he asks with a frown and you tighten your hold on the strap of your bag, you nervously look at Rosé for help, she catches your hint and against her own will she turns to look at Mark.
"She's not feeling too good, so she's going to head on home first" she lies and Mark looks at you worriedly "is it something serious?" he asks and you shake your head a little too quickly though.
