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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Only a mere half hour left before you had to be at the party, you were anxious, feet swinging in fidget as you play on your phone, sitting on the edge of Namjoon's bed. You were lost in your mind, many thoughts zipping through your head, all revolving around the man that drove you crazy; drove your emotions crazy.
It was like you knew that you shouldn't feel things for a man like him: troubled, stubborn, even ignorant at times, but you still refused to let him go. You didn't need him. You sheerly wanted him. But why? He was a dick, honestly. He was cold.
But the conflict was that he had the right to act that way. He had the right to be a jerk. He was treated like shit the entirety of his life, and so now he treated people the way he was treated. He had the right to be conceited and cold, as the last time he let his emotions out, he got made fun of.
Your thoughts were irritating and conflicting, making your head hurt. You just couldn't escape the thoughts, deep in your head.
So much so that a swift knock on the door nearly made you jump out of your skin, a gasp leaving you as the door swung open to reveal a quaft Namjoon, his purple hair done up all nice, his suit fancied and completely unwrinkled. He looked amazing, and even better with his dimples deep in his cheeks as he chuckled at your panic.
"Chill. It's just me. We need to go."
Already? Did you have to? You didn't know if you were ready.
"Already?" You asked anxiously, quirking your eyebrows.
"We've been getting ready for a while; what do you mean 'already'?" He asked snarkily. "But yes. We have to go."
This was nerve-wracking. You weren't ready - seriously anything but. You thought you'd be okay, talking yourself into not being as anxious as you were getting dolled up, but now as you thought about it, your worry was through the roof again.
You weren't anxious about party or the alcohol, but you were petrified of the celebrities; you were terrified of the way they would look at you, as you wouldn't nearly fit in. You were scared of the fact that Mr. Min would be there, and you'd see the man that rejected you. But most of all, you were more than angry that you would have to see Namjoon's father.
Everything Namjoon had told you about him was plastered in your head. Every detail of the stories Namjoon told, even the shallow hurt in his voice when he talked about him. His father was the reason Namjoon was so corrupt, and seeing him, you were sure you'd turn into a ticking time bomb. It was going to be only a matter of time before you snapped and stomped his face into the floor, making him feel the type of pain he put on his son.
You believed in karma... you just wished that karma would hit him sooner.
"C'mon, Ms. Lee, you look great," he said, assuring you, as he brought you out of your thoughts of putting his father through misery. You were glad he couldn't see what you were imagining, as he would probably regret ever exposing anything about his past. "Don't worry. I swear, you look gorgeous."
