Closeted freshman student, Aries Buan, falls in love with his senior after getting partnered with him during their freshman orientation. Afraid to admit his feelings, he kept his emotion in check and watched his first love from afar, swearing to him...
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THERE WERE RED LIGHTS everywhere,and the music was blaring in my ears. Everyone was busy as the employees were dancing on stage like their rent was due. The bar area was surrounded by drunk customers who didn't care how much they were spending, while I—a first-time TE—was frozen in my seat as a heavy hand touched my inner thigh.
Despite how busy the club was, everything around me just stopped. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't even move a muscle. The very thing that Jack taught me that was supposed to help me in situations like these suddenly went out of the window.
"Are you good with your hands, or are you better with your mouth?" Jonah whispers closely to my ear while his hand continues to hold me. "You can do it now under the table, or we can do it outside if you like."
"N-no, I'm sorry. I don't think that's a good idea," I say, pushing his hand off me, but Jonah grabs my waist this time and tries to put his hand inside my shirt.
"You smell really good, Sunday. What soap do you use?"
I continued to try to push him off me, praying that someone would be able to see. But the bar was now packed at this hour, and everyone was too busy to even notice. I couldn't really push Jonah away either, considering how he's a cop who definitely knows how to use his strength.
Jonah kept on holding me, and I couldn't help but feel so helpless. Is this what it means to work in a bar where the customers see you as nothing more than an object? Is this the consequence of only wanting to earn money to survive?
Why is the world so unfair?
Why do I have to do all this and experience all this just because I want to be able to continue studying in a school that wouldn't let me take a test because of a uniform I can't afford?
"Come on Sunday, make this work for me."
"Please stop."
I tried my very best to get off my seat so I could walk off, but just as I was about to stand, Jonah's hand suddenly groped my cock, so without any hesitation, I grabbed a glass of my drink and splashed it on his face, which was something that he did not like one bit.
"You son of a bitch!" He shouted, finally making everyone stop what they were doing as they looked at our table.
"Are you fucking crazy?!" He continued to shout while I quickly got up from my seat as well to move away from him.
Jonah lifted his hand and was about to slap me. I was still intoxicated and shocked that I could only close my eyes and wait for the impact, but after a couple of seconds, nothing happened.
I slowly opened my eyes back and saw Gin standing in front of me while a bouncer held Jonah's hand to stop him from hurting me. Gin doesn't say anything and nods his head to the bouncer so he can let go of Jonah's hand. As soon as he let go of him, two table employees rushed to his side to wipe the drink off his face and shirt.
