Touchy old men and pulsating music was your regular. But it was okay.

Okay, because you could afford to keep your siblings together with this job at a club, The Night Blossom. The job was tiring, but it paid well, and the tips you got made it easier to go from paycheck to paycheck.

Most times, a client would catch a fancy for you and take you into a private room. Nights like those were your favorites, and you often initiated things yourself. Nights like those paid the best, and got you hefty tips and good customers ready to drown you in their money.

But you messed up.

You were quite literally, too good. Now Kim Jongsuk, a nobody from a family of nobodies, was completely enamored with you. And not as a worker. As a human.

He’d wait outside for you and drag you along on dates, or bring you food during your breaks. Why, why, why, why was it so hard to say no?

You had just finished another day of work, about to leave the club when you saw it was raining. You didn’t own a car, couldn’t afford to, and had no umbrella. Fortunately or not, the man himself was waiting right outside.