Seduction Mortelle|| P. Jimin x Reader

III

Pursuit

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The night that was spent in running and wasting sleepless hours until the sun had risen was always on my mind. I had escaped by luck, but the affect it had on me was pretty harsh.

I stopped working the night shifts.

My boss was pissed at my sudden request, but he couldn't deny me when I told him something really horrible had happened and that I would leave the job if he didn't switch my working hours. He wasn't really convinced until I brought the resign letter the next day and he had finally relented on the idea.

I refused to go out at night.

Most of my friends went out for the weekend, clubbing and drinking, spending the time of their lives tipsy and high. I could only avoid them for that much even though I desperately wished to have fun. But I just couldn't erase the image of that dead body out of my head and the threat that had been upon my life.

Had I really escaped? I would ask myself often during the upcoming week of boring events. Currently, I was sitting behind the bar with little customers wiggling around. Nobody was drinking much and I was thankful for some leisure time. But I wasn't looking forward to my thoughts constantly switching to the direction which I was deathly afraid of.

The gang leader and his pets. The disfigured body on the ground. The blood. The pain in my arm. The shuddering, evil smirk of the silver haired man. It all haunted my mind, giving me trouble whilst I tried to get some shut eye at night.

My coworker flopped down beside me, sighing in exhaustion while stretching out his long legs. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, yawning loudly before closing his eyes. I desperately wanted to be him at this moment, as my eyes were slowly drooping from the lack of sleep. But I had to keep an eye on the bar and customers, serve if needed, clean if needed and greet the new customers in a polite manner.

It was nothing more than a simple cafe/bar during the day, but at night it took up the image of a real club. Which was a hassle. But I was glad that I didn't have to clean up the shit that all the kids left after themselves.

When the bell of the door rang it was my notion to get up and work. While I was preparing for making a drink, my cowerker went to take the order. But, although I didn't notice at first, deadly silence had fallen upon the whole bar, leaving only me and my working hands.

When I realized that something was wrong, I looked up to see the customers leaving the bar with quiet, stealthy footsteps and ashen faces shriveled from fear. My colleague was standing rotten to the spot, the notebook falling from his hands onto the tiled floor. I couldn't see the door due to his tall frame, but when the two, bulky guys separated on eaither side of the entrance, standing stoically, murderously, I realized that this was a life threatening situation.

It wasn't  hard to comprehend it. I recognized the two giants instantly. My blood also ran cold, color draining from my face.

"Close the bar, please."

That fucking voice.

There was no way. No way that he could have found me without any information. All that he knew was my face and the color of my voice. So why the fuck was the gang leader in this zone, roaming around so freely..?

I felt my hands begin to tremble and my legs felt so heavy that I couldn't possibly move from my spot. Then he came around my frozen colleague, striding slowly towards my form, a dark smirk covering the soft features. He took his respectful seat on one of the barstools, making himself as comfortable as possible.