You make a deal with your ex-coworker, Kim Namjoon, where you give him pleasure, for money. But the relationship that was meant for pleasure, and pleasure alone, soon turns into much more as you find yourself falling for him...
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• BTS RM AU.
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Staring at the mansion ahead of your car, your heart was racing. That "I don't care" mindset was gone. you didn't want to be here. It was nerve wracking knowing you were about to face Namjoon again. The known and unknown swarmed your head. What had you done?
You pressed your head to the steering wheel of your car, closing your eyes to help gather yourself, but the front door of the mansion opened with a squeak. Sio was there in the doorway, having seen your car and holding the door open for you to come in. If Sio had seen you, that means Namjoon had seen you, too, and that meant there was no turning back now.
You sighed, and then got up. You grabbed your phone and began to walk to the front door of the mansion, slowly coming to greet Sio. He took your hand and shook it as he let you in. A now purple-haired Namjoon was sitting on a couch, looking down at his phone. His lip was between his teeth, and you cursed the way you found it attractive.
Maybe his coping mechanism was dying his hair? Hm.
But he looked so good. The things he did to you...
"Mr. Kim, sir, Ms. Lee is here," Sio asserted, shutting the front door behind you.
At the call, Namjoon looked over at you and Sio in the doorway, sending a glance. He scoot over on his couch, nodding to tell you to sit. And holding your breath, you did so, walking over and sitting down next to him. Your head was lowered, not wanting to face him.
Tension was strong, he was silent, too, and you were sure you could just about die. You were flushed a deep red.
"You okay?" Namjoon asked, as he continued to look down at his phone.
"Huh? Yeah. I'm just not feeling too well. I think my hangover is still hitting me," you laughed, tired, running your hands over your face.
The silence came again. As the silence grew longer, you began to tap your foot, clicking your heels against the tile.He was sitting in his spot in complete silence. Not even his breathing was audible. Hell, the only thing keeping you aware of his presence was his aura. That sexy aura with pure seduction.
"Namjoon," you said, looking over at him as you ran your hand down the back of your neck. His attention instantly averted to you, glad that you broke the silence, and he cocked his head at your call. "I don't actually feel sick, I just- Did we... did we fuck on Friday?"
He hated the way he found the way you asked funny, and scolded himself. He just nodded, letting out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. "Yeah. We were drunk. It was an accident. It meant nothing."
