It's Just A Picture (BL)
Chapter 320: And when was that your job?

Chapter 320: And when was that your job?

A few minutes later, Song Haijin got a text from Shinwoo that the reporter was already close by.

She downed one more glass and glanced at Seojin. She would just down a few more glasses and then she would start her act.

But after the next glass, she started feeling drunk, for real. She was dizzy, and she couldn’t even seem clear. Had she drunk so much? She couldn’t tell.

She was sure she had a high tolerance for alcohol, yet she was already defeated after half an hour.

"I... I think I’m drunk already." She said, holding her head and blinking her eyes, trying to see clearly.

"Is that so? I think I might’ve pushed you a bit." Seojin said. "Shall we stop here?"

"Ah, yes. Let’s... Stop here." She said and he nodded, requesting for the bill and paid through his phone. "I think I’ll get going now."

She attempted to get down, but the ground seemed to wobble, and she lost her footing.

Luckily, he caught her and she thought he was already falling for her charms, but she still couldn’t see his face clearly. Even his voice sounded like it was ringing in her ear.

"I don’t think you can walk. Did you drive?" Seojin asked.

"Ah, yes. Yes, I... I did." She said. "But I don’t... I don’t think I can get home like this."

"Hm, then I’ll call a driver for you." He said. "Let me take you to the car in the meantime."

"Ah, yes. Yes, thank you." He held her hand and then looked up at the one who was waiting at the door.

He had similar features to Seojin. Blonde hair and a similar build, but the face and the rest of him were different. Even his clothes were different.

"Miss Song," Seojin called as they got to the exit but she seemed to have passed out. He looked up at the man standing in front of him and asked, "You’re the driver I called, right? Please take her home. She’ll give you her address."

"Alright." He said and took Song Haijin from him.

"Hm," She opened her eyes as they walked out towards where she parked her car. "Where are we going?"

"Pardon me. I’m taking you home." He said and she raised her head to look at him. Her head was banging. Just how strong was the drink she had?

He took her keys from her purse, opened the back door, and placed her in.

But when he wanted to walk away to the driver’s seat, she grabbed his arm and showed a rather indecent side of her.

"What’s the rush?" She asked and bit her lip. "Don’t you want to have a little taste of me before you go?"

"I’m sorry but I have to do my job and take you home." He said.

"And when was that your job? Come, let’s have fun instead." She said but he still refused.

"I’m sorry, Miss Song but it’s not appropriate." He said, hesitant and a bit panicked, but she was adamant. She dragged him in. There was no way she would let this chance slip like this.

He was currently on top of her, his heart beating and staring down at the lustful Song Haijin who badly wanted to get laid.

"This is so wrong, please control yourself." The guy said. "Not only are you drunk, we’re out in the open."

"Oh, don’t mind me being drunk. I don’t throw up when I’m drunk, so don’t worry." He said but that could not simply put him at ease. "And don’t worry that we’ll get caught. It’s dark and where my car is parked isn’t a place where a lot of people pass through. And look, now, you’re touching me. Don’t you want to do a lot more?" The man looked at the hand that she had forced on her boobs. "I assure you, I can give you a lot more pleasure than anyone else could."

"You sound so confident. Have you done it before? I thought you were a big name in the modeling industry." He said, gradually groping her and she moaned softly.

"Oh, well, let’s just say I had a few big guys go in and out of me just to get to where I am today. But don’t worry." She wrapped her arms around him and pushed his head closer so their lips would meet. "That was a long time ago. Right now, I’m very clean, so you can do whatever you want with me. I don’t bite." She kissed him and he succumbed.

When Song Haijin thought she was finally getting the fish, she had no idea she was hooking a shark that would drag her into the water.

Seojin, holding his glass, smiled to himself and then said,

"Fools, everywhere." He gulped it down and paid the tab.

"Are you leaving now?" The bartender asked, and he smiled at him.

"Yeah, thanks for your help. The drinks were great." He said and the bartender blushed.

"Ah, yes. You’re welcome." He watched Seojun leave and wondered if he would come back again.

He was such a handsome gentleman. But something told him he may not return. After all, he had a purpose for coming to the bar in the first place.

Seojin walked out of the bar and headed in the opposite direction of where Song Haijin was getting it hot with a stranger in her car.

He didn’t wear his nose mask or hat, so his face would show clearly on the surveillance camera around.

He flagged a taxi and got in.

His plan was simple. Get Song Haijin to pave the way for her own downfall.

She wanted to get rammed so badly by a blonde, didn’t she? He just made it easier for her.

He stopped at a restaurant, ate a bit, took a picture of it, and posted it on his personal page, not the one being managed by the company, and tagged the location, as well as the name of the restaurant,

’A nice meal after a few drinks satisfies the soul.’

With this, everyone would know he had been there at that time, perfecting his plan.

Then got into another taxi that took him home.

He got home and met Dongwoo, who crawled up on the couch with his laptop in front of him. Seojun was just seated at the other end, watching Dongwoo and smiling.

They looked like they were having a nice conversation.

They turned to look at him. He smiled and announced,

"I’m home."