Saturday, July 17th, 2021.

9:30 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

"Babygirl!" the man lifts his hand up to get my attention through the loud music that is playing here, and I make my way up to him. "One cosmopolitan, please," he hands me the cash, so I grab it and move back to the bar again to do my job.

The pink and blue lights giving me a headache in this crowded nightclub, I heave a sigh but lean over the bar to give Han Jae the order that was passed. "One cosmopolitan, Han," I raise my voice to make sure he hears me, and he nods to me after sliding one drink to one of the clients.

"Hey, Babygirl. How are you doing tonight?" the brown-haired man, who knows me very well, notices my presence, sipping on his alcoholic drink while enjoying his time here. I hate to hear random men call me this, but my boss gave me this nickname, and I cannot complain or tell them to call me by my name. "Good, and you?" I keep my eyes on Mister Han to not let him believe I am interested in conversing with him, but he does not get the hints. "I'm good too. Are you gonna work until two a.m again?"

"Yes," I nod, barely speaking. "Here you are," he gives me the drink I asked for. "Thanks," I grab it and walk away before the man who I hate could hold me back like he usually does when he is here. In short seconds, I reach the man who ordered his drink and lay it in front of him. "Here's your cosmopolitan, Sir," I avoid putting my eyes on him, knowing where his perverted ones are, without even checking. "Thank you."

I step in another direction to not stay close to his table, and I look around me, making sure no one is waiting for me to have my eyes towards them in order to ask for something. Since no one does, I walk between the tables and check up everywhere since this place is big, nudging my way through the people, the heat, and noise that they cause all together.

Knowing I will be more at ease near the entrance, I head towards it but already feel the pain in my feet that are stuck and hurt in my pair of high heels. The more I wear them, the worse it gets because I do not even have time to heal from the bruises and blisters that the next night is already there to put more pressure on them.

Realizing that the struggle is overpowering the rest of my emotions, I snap out of it but feel my watch vibrate on my wrist, meaning the best moment of this day might happen soon. I check the message I received on it but feel excited after only the first words from my boss.

< Jungkook's coming. Make sure his room is ready, and greet him as soon as he's here ]

No matter how much I would love to ignore him, I answer him with an 'Alright' and go back to the nearest bar to get a bucket full of ice and put two bottles of Dom Perignon champagne in it, the one brand that Mister Jeon loves the most. Once this is ready, I grab a cleaning towel, one wide tulip glass, and go upstairs, where the VIP rooms are.

Aware of the short time I have to get everything done, I do it fast, even if the bucket is heavy, I unlock the room with one of the cards I have and enter it.

I turn the neon lights on and pick Mister Jeon's favorite color, the purple one. I place the bucket on the u-shaped leather sofa stuck in two corners of the room, and I wipe the table in order to place the bucket on it, put the see-through curtains properly behind the sofa, and take a close look at the mirror wall to make sure there is no stains, fingerprints, or marks.

This is not supposed to be my job, but I do not have a choice. If my boss tells me to do something, I do it unless I am ready to get bawled out.

Now that the room is ready for the man I always hope to see, I get out and hurry to go where the entrance is since I have to be there whenever he comes.

This man, the closest friend to my boss, is the only reason why I am impatient to work here every night. I know he often comes here, I know how respectful, considerate, and gentle he is with me, and I cannot help waiting for him every time the neon lights of this place shines and lets place to the party.

I stand near the four stairs highlighted by blue LEDs, and I keep my eyes on the door that is some feet away from me, with two strong guards on either side of them.

After a brief pause, the doors open, and the tall, wealthy man enters the place, in a blue suit and tie, opened to reveal his white, button-down shirt that exposes some of his tan skin and tattoos. He looks up from his phone to bow back to the two guards after they did, being attentive to them and showing respect when no one else ever does it.

He smiles at them and runs his fingers through his short, blond hair, before putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers while heading towards me. The delight and soothe he offers me without knowing already builds up their effect inside, and at the exact moment that his eyes land on me, my lips curve up.

"Hey, sweetheart," the thirty-nine years old man walks down the stairs and cups my face with his tough hand, and he presses the kiss, that I crave every night, on my forehead. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, how about you?" I control my emotions to stay professional, but his features give me a hard time doing so. "Same. Just feeling exhausted," he lets me know, making me guess that he worked hard again. "Well, your room is ready. You can follow me," I tell him, waiting for him to give me the go-ahead. "Let's go," he nods, and I lead him upstairs without fearing to have him behind me.

Among all the men I have met in my life so far, the ones that I have to deal with here, he is the only one who I do not feel uncomfortable and unsafe with. He never touches me, or leers at me inappropriately unlike the others who do not hold back from putting their hands on my body, or eying me up in a lewd manner because of the revealing clothes that I have to wear.

The way towards his VIP room now cut short by the door, I unlock it but go in first since he told me to always pass before him. Once he is in, I close the door behind him, and he continues his way to sit down on his usual spot, not getting his hands out of their hollow. I take hold of one of the bottles, open it, and squat down to the level of his spread legs to serve him this drink.

"How was your day at work?" I peek at him, starting a conversation to not make him feel bored but give him the attention he likes to get. "Very busy and tiring, so I'm glad to be here, finally. I thought about it the whole day and couldn't wait anymore."

"Really? Didn't it go well?" I hand him the drink in a respectful manner, and he takes it. "It didn't. I had a lot of work, I was on edge because I couldn't sleep last night, and one of my employees decided to piss me off, so I'm glad this week is over," he takes a sip, and I sit down near him without invading his personal space. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear it. I hope you'll get a lot of rest tonight and this weekend."

"I hope too," he gulps the entirety of the glass down in one shot and puts it down, so I take the bottle and pour the liquid into it for the second time. "Would you like some food?"

"No, not tonight. I ate before coming here," he wraps his tattooed hand around the wide tulip glass, placing his fingers under the bowl of it, he brings it towards my knees and looks into my eyes. "I know you like this one," he smiles, hinting that he allows me to have a sip.

Lacking control, I brush my hand over his warm skin to grasp the glass, and I drink some of it, restraining myself to not have too much alcohol in my blood. I know he will not tell anything to my boss, so I never fear the consequences.

"What about your day? I wanna hear you talk," his charming gaze fills my heart with warmth, and I lower the drink to my lap to answer him but check the glass to see if I have not left any lipstick stain on it. "It was fine, I slept almost all day long, to be honest."

"Your schedule is messed up, isn't it?" he understands me, and I put the glass down. "It is."

"Hm," his stare remains on me, his body leaning forward to hold his hands together. My eyes uncontrollably drop their attention on them, only to glance at his jutting veins that never fail to attract my focus.

"Do I have to fight a man today? Has any of them bothered you?" he brings the glass back to his mouth to drink while staring at me with a soft gaze, and I shake my head but feel my lips curve into a smile. "No, don't worry. There was just that one guy, Chaewon. He was a bit too insisting again, but nothing bad."

"What did he say or do?" he licks his lips, and I take a furtive look at them, loving their tint and shape. "He just asked me when I go home, and he put his hand on my inner thigh when I was sitting down next to him at the bar earlier."

"On your inner thigh?" his stare remains steady, and he pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, making me feel terribly affected by this action. "Yes..." I do not hide it from him, knowing that he is there to protect me.

He will maybe not go mad and beat someone up like he did last time a man sexually harassed me, but I know he will react upon that type of behavior. "Alright, I'll have a talk with him and stay until you leave," he puts his empty glass down. "You never gave him your address, and he never tried to follow you, right?"

"Never," I confirm what I hope to be true. He might have stalked me already without even me being aware of it. "Good, I'll give him the attention he asks for."

"Don't get into a fight, please. I'm okay," I tell him, making sure he will not get hurt just for me. This is worthless. "I won't," he gives me his word. "I'll just have a talk," he smiles, and his eyes gaze back into mine. However, my watch ruins this.

< where the fuck are you?! Some clients are waiting! ]

"I'd like to talk about something with you, if you have time," Mister Jeon drags me out of my apprehension, but I stand up to get ready. "I apologize, I have to go back to work right now, otherwise Sookyung will throw a tantrum, but what is it about?"

"Oh, it's fine. We'll talk about it whenever you want to. It is just about that job thing," he disregards the matter of it because of me, but I cannot ask for more, I need to go. "Okay then, I'll come up to you if I ever get a small break," I hold my hands behind my back. "Sure, don't worry about it," he reassures me with a smile. "And don't overwork. That asshole can wait," he never feels any sympathy for the man who is supposed to be his friend, and I fake a grin, knowing the power this awful person owns that would permit him to do whatever he wants to me if I make him wait for too long for his liking, and if he is not satisfied with the work I did.

"Would you like one of my colleagues to spend time with you?" the question I never want to ask but have to, leaves my mouth, but he shakes his head and refuses. "No. I only want you to come here," he privileges me over the other women, making me feel special. "Fine. See you, Mister Jeon, and call me if you need or want something," I bow to him and step back to open the door, and once he answers with an 'I will', I step out and leave him alone.

I wish I could spend the whole night by his side. Not only my paycheck would be amazing, but my job worth it.

•••

11 pm.

"Goodbye, have a good night, Sir," I bow to the man who is leaving this place but see Sookyung approach me through the gobo lights, and as soon as he is at my level, he stretches his hand to me and shows me the palm of it, so I put the cash, that the man gave me a second ago, down on it.

"I wasn't trying to keep it..." I tell him the truth, knowing that I should never allow myself to keep the tips that the clients offer me. "You better not even try," he goes away without saying anything more, and I exhale, heavily.

I hate him so much.

I do not go where he is but make sure to be far away in order to avoid any type of interaction that might happen if he sees me, and I move towards the bar to check on Mister Han, to know if he needs help.

"Hey, are you alright? Do you need me to give you a hand?" I stand near him as he is filling a large glass with Vodka, and he shakes his head to answer me. "I'm good. Don't worry, Babygirl," he handles this all by himself, so I do not insist, I walk away but get stopped by the one I always hope to not be close to me.

"Hey," he grasps my arm in a strong manner to stop me. "Kangdae is coming with three of his colleagues, so you make fast to change your clothes, wait for them, and once they're here, you give them a table upstairs. Got it?"

"Change my clothes? Why?" I frown at him, and his cold eyes scan me up and down. "That dress is not good enough. Wear the black leather bodysuit, with the harness."

"But...this is too revealing and uncomfortable..." I pray for him to understand me and find another outfit, scared to wear this one. "I don't give a fuck. You wear it, and you hurry up," he does not show any care or empathy, he flees away and leaves me on my spot.

I am pretty sure that he does this just to please his clients, he never takes my feelings into consideration but only the satisfaction of the men who come here.

I do not dare to go against his orders but proceed to the changing room, where all the girls' clothes, makeup, and products are.

Five minutes later...

I make fast to go out once I got changed, and I walk up to the entrance, feeling the pain in my feet of which the soles and toes are numb. I bite the bullet and let no weakness on display, faking a smile whenever I face some people. I stand where I was when I waited for Mister Jeon but already see the group of men come in, the pressure and stress this engenders taking my breath away. I try my best to erase my emotions and bow to them. "Hey, Babygirl. It's been a while," he places his hand on my waist and takes his sunglasses off, revealing his brown eyes that cannot remain on mine only.

I catch sight of him biting his lips, and he grabs my hand to lift it up but makes me spin around in a slow manner. "Gosh, you're hot as always," he gives a kiss on the back of my hand, and the fakeness that my features express brightens.

"You're handsome as always too," a lie runs away from my lips. "Let me bring you to your room," I lead the way and erase the thoughts that their stare provoke in me. I know what they have on their mind, and that disgusts me.

"You're our special girl tonight, right?" he touches me again, never taking his hands off of me. "One of my colleagues will probably do it because I have to take care of the orders and new clients," I climb up the stairs, feeling the discomfort that his touch on my body runs through my veins. "But we want you. You're the best here."

"Ask my boss then," I do not argue with him but head to their room to open it with my card, and he lets me in first, so I keep the door open for the four men to come in, and I close it once they are taking a seat on the leather sofa. I turn the neon lights on and pick the blue color, then I squat down in front of the mini fridge to get a bottle of vodka out but hear Kangdae talking to my boss on the phone.

I place the glasses down on the table for each one of them to face the men, I fill them with some ice cubes, and I pour the alcoholic drink to serve every single of them.

"How much is it for a dance?" one of them asks me, not aware of the fact that I am a guest attendant and server, but nothing else. "This is not my job, Sir," I pretend to not be offended but notice he is lurking at me, with a mere glance at him. "Oh, and what's your job here then?"

I lay my eyes on my watch at the feeling of the vibration it gave to my wrist, and I check the message but answer the thirsty man. "I am a server and guest attendant."

< Jungkook's asking for you, so take care of him first then stay with Kangdae and his friends ]