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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Upon arrival at the party, your nerves were through the roof. Still. Sio had stopped, waiting for you and Namjoon to step out to head off, but you didn't want to.
Looking out your window, you saw faces of high authority and riches; it was intimidating to you who still barely made enough to pay your bills.
They were all dressed fancily - suits, gowns - and their outfits were way more fitting than yours. At least, that was your thought, but in reality, if you didn't show how anxious you were, you'd mix right in with everyone else; no one would suspect a thing.
Namjoon could sense your anxiety, your leg was shaking, although having thought he calmed you down, and he set his hand on your knee, letting out a sigh. You looked over at him, shaking nervously.
"Y/n, follow my lead, and I promise you'll fit right in. It's not that hard, okay? Nobody's going to bat an eye."
As much as you wanted to believe that, it was hard to. Most of the attendees held their heads high and seemed excited or at least happy to be there... you, on the other hand...
"I promise."
His large hand wrapped tightly around your fingers, squeezing them subtly in reassurance. You stared down at the way he held your hand and tried hard to let yourself relax.
Taking a deep breath in, you exhaled heavily, before looking over at him and chuckling, taking your hand from his.
"That was all for nothing, asshole."
He joined in on a laugh before opening his door, you following at the exact same time on the opposite side of the car, stepping out into the warm summer air.
Namjoon looked at you from over top the car, and tilted his head to gesture for you to join him at his side. You hurried around to walk next to him.
The entrance was only a few yards away from the drop off, so you could see everyone that had gotten in through the glass doors of the mansion. You swallowed whilst looking at the nicely-dressed crowd, completely not ready for the overbearing mess that night was going to be.
Tense was the only way to describe the space between you and Namjoon. Yes, you had calmed for a second with the breath, but that only lasted until you saw the crowd of people.
Nerves wrecked your system again. And as if Namjoon could tell, he slid his arm across your waist, gripping your hip to keep you close to his side. He made sure that if you were as anxious as you looked, you'd at least have a little comfort from his warmth and aura.
