#pb:past

@youngjaemi​ : 2 years ago

It was late, way too late for anyone to be out, and especially for a girl as small as she was. But it wasn’t like she could help it, she had just got off work, and was finally on her way home. She was sleepy and tired and very achey, and all she wanted was to take off her heels and go to sleep. Her eyes were heavy, and she almost tripped on the stairs when she missed a step. (It wouldn’t be the first time she tripped on these stairs though).

She was too tired to notice that someone was following her, (or perhaps lurking in the distance), and whenever she did hear some footsteps and turned around to check, there was no one around, not a soul. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor was typically the only sound breaking the silence of the night at that hour in her neighbourhood, aside from the occasional stray cat fight, which so happened to also be taking place in one alley she passed by, and that didn’t fail to startle the life out of her.

@jongkook-mi

It wasn’t long since she had started working at the casino. Not that it was her choice to begin with. Her family owed money to the wrong people, and somehow she had to work at the casino to repay part of that debt. She didn’t get paid, per se, but the hours she committed to the job should pay off some of the money she owed.

But that setting was simply the worst. She was a bright individual, with a beautiful smile, and a jovial spirit, hence why working as the face of the clinic she worked at came to her very naturally. Being welcoming and cheerful, that was part of who she was, she didn’t need to pretend for her to be like that. But perhaps in this setting... she truly had to pretend, because she hated it... she hated every minute of it, she hated her boss, and she hated the people she had to be so friendly with.

But she had to swallow it all and keep going. What was she to do anyway? It wasn’t like she could complain that the highest bidding player on table X touched her thigh inappropriately, or that drunk client on table Y made a joke out of burying his face in her chest, and everyone laughed about it, or how that one shady looking patron has been watching her and following her around all night, truly giving her the creeps. She couldn’t complain about any of that because she wasn’t truly and employee, she was more so like a slave, or so she felt. And what was she to expect from working at a place like a casino anyway?

She constantly felt humiliated at that place, nothing other than the amount of debt her family was drowning in made her feel more humiliated than how she felt working that job... and she thought it was just going to be ‘receptioning’ and smiling.

She kept going, but when one more client decided to cross the line and smacked her ass as she was leaving his table, that was the last straw. She stood in her spot for a moment, tears filling her eyes to the brim, and then she walked away very quickly.