Blood | j.jk

Blood | Chapter 15

Ah, I'm sorry I took so long. I've been feeling really nauseous nowadays. Am I pregnant? 😂

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"Y/N! Why don't you sit with us!" The man forcefully pulls his arm around your shoulder as you poured another glass of vodka into his glass. You were in the essence of a bad mood and feeling annoyed. But you kept a smile on your face, knowing of the consequences on what will happen if you suddenly snapped.

"Mr—" Your eyes averted to his chest, revealing a glass pin with a name hanging against his blazer. "Park. I would love to, but duty calls me. But if you need anything, just call one of our hostesses to serve you." You fake smiled while pouring an amount of wine on his glass.

Before you could hear him say anything, you pushed yourself to walk faster, feeling less annoyed. You sighed before placing the tray on the table. You bend your head down and looked at your watch on your wrist. You pursed your lips as you knew it was your break time.

You only had a 20 minute break. Unlike the weekdays, you used to have 1 hour break. It was slowly understandable as you developed how much how it was in weekends than on weekdays. You were always tired walking with 6-8 inch heels. You always have to put a smile on your face, no matter what you're feeling. And you never take no for an answer. At least you were getting paid well, and being treated with respect..sometimes.

You sighed before cracking a bottle lid of coke. You took a huge gulp and jug it down your stomach until you were finished. Letting out a breath, you didn't notice someone was in front of you. As you looked up, it was your boss.

Your eyes became alert and stood up. You were about to now but then he did a hand sign for time to sit down. "After your break, go to room 404. You have two men to serve. You will also have to sing. So sing your best."

You raised a brow as he said his last sentence. He turned his body around but I stopped him by tapping his shoulder. "Am I serving foreign men boss?"

"They're the sons of the owners here. They're young around your age. But they're like their parents. So if they see one mistake, you know what will happen." Just hearing that, it made shivers down your spine. Knowing what will happen can end my scholarship for a university. Your boss left your sight, going back to his office.

You rolled your eyes as you had to fake another smile. Why did you only have an assigned job and not others? Why me? Out of all of the prettier girls here, why me? It seemed unfair for the other girls to have less work than you. Maybe he thinks, you should cover his sister's job. But even if you were friends were Yeon-na, that doesn't mean you should take her tasks.

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After your break was up, you struggled to drag your feet to go to room 404. It was at the very back of the corridor, full of rooms. Every time men come from the doors, you had to smile and walk like a model. They smiled and checked you out with your outfit. But after they passed you, of course, you were drained with everything on your shoulders. With prom, school works, and this job.it was hard for you to catch up. Especially when no one was there to listen to you, to listen to your problems,  to understand what you're dealing with, it was difficult for you to open up these past few days. Trisha and Yeon-na only cared about my sex life but they never went to life problems. Obviously, they had money. They didn't care about their problems.