By the time sun had practically vanished from view, your night shift as a “private server” had begun, which is exactly what it sounds like. A pretty face in risqué outfits serving drinks to rich customers.

Unfortunately to your utter dismay you recognized a young man, sitting in the large group at table 24, Jaesung. What could he possibly be doing in place like this?

But because your job required it, you walked over and asked if anyone would like a drink, only to notice Jaesung making direct eye contact with you, smirking like he’d caught a mouse in a trap, completely ignoring the girl he had his arm around.