Park Jimin doesn't fuck good girls.
He made that clear when he humiliated you when you were sixteen. Since then, you've sworn to get revenge on Park Jimin one day.
Now, you're both in college. You're no longer a good girl and Park Jimin just walke...
A/N: Yes, last time I updated this book was in May. Since then I have graduated college, changed jobs, moved twice, and finished another fic, Sutures. However, good news! This is now the next fic in line to be finished. I already know how this fic is ending, just have to work out some of the finer details, but I hope to put more of my energy into this fic in the coming months. Thanks for your patience.
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You only had forty-five minutes to get to work and you were just getting on the bus to your apartment. The vet had given you a cardboard carrier since you hadn't had a chance to buy one, which only made you feel more guilty as you set the carrier on your lap and peered in at the sedated kitten. He was cuddled in the corner and rested comfortably despite the plastic cone around his neck.
It hurt your heart to see him so out of it, but the vet mentioned he'd only need painkillers for a few days. The doors shut and the bus started moving. Luckily, you wouldn't have to switch buses, just walk a couple of blocks to your apartment. But, there was no way you weren't going to be late.
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You walked into work. You'd only managed to change into a pair of jeans and a black long-sleeved top. Still, you were half an hour late. The club was busy and you made your way behind the bar and tied an apron around your waist.
"You're late," a voice said. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you recognized it. He wasn't supposed to work tonight.
"Yeah, I am," you said. "I had something come up."
"You should've called."
"Probably." You started filling drink orders and paying your ex no mind. Chul-soo was right. You should've called, but it was a Wednesday night and usually, the club wasn't this packed. You'd just finished handing someone a beer when Chul-soo pushed you out of the way and took the tip out of their hand.
"Why don't you just leave? I'll handle it."
"Chul-soo, stop being ridiculous. I only work like two days a week, I need the shifts."
"You should've thought about that before you were late." He reached down and ripped the apron from your waist and tossed it to the side.
"I had to pick up my kitten from the vet," you said. "Ths bus was running late. I was worried about him so I didn't call. Can you stop being an ass for two seconds?"
"Becoming a cat lady now?" he asked. "I see Jimin already moved on."
You rolled your eyes and stepped from behind the bar. With all the worry bubbling up in your stomach about Jackson, you just let it go. You were about to walk towards the door when you heard someone's voice above the music.
"Hey!" a man shouted. He waved one of his hands up in the air and you met his eyes, after which he lowered his arm and pointed towards a quieter area of the club where all the pool tables were. This portion only had a few people, a couple using one of the tables and a few others lingering along the sides on their phones.
