This wasn't really requested by anyone (WHICH I APOLOGIZE FOR BTW). I'm so sorry that I didn't end up writing any of your requests. This was made out of my pathetic horniness for Jin Cheongwoo, the devil of a man.
Also, I don't think that I got his personality correct, but I'm so fucking glad I could get this chapter over with. I sat down in anxiety in front of my computer thinking about what to write.. then boom 💥 I pooped this chapter out.
I apologize for not including Matthew Reynor in this chapter. Yes, I do play favorites, but once I finished writing and looked at my 9000+ words, I suddenly have an epiphany that Matthew wouldn't be making any appearances. PEACE 😀‼️
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A struggling painter Y/N, on the verge of homelessness, meets a shining star in the form of a man called Jin Cheongwoo who only seeks to fulfill his sexual desires, and he'd pay a hefty sum just to sleep with Y/N.
"You've been holding the reins far too long, Jin. Let me hold them this time."
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If people got money depending on their sob story, Y/N would've probably be drowning in a pool of money.
And no, it wasn't because his parents died and left him to fend for himself at some orphanage that abused kids and harvested their organs. Heck no. His background wasn't as complex as that, but it wasn't completely free of any troubles. Y/N had a fair share of difficulty in his life, but he'd always pass them like an athletes leaping over hurdles during an Olympic game.
As of now, he had faced his third hurdle. The first being that his parents technically abandoned him due to illegally immigration. He was handed over to one of his father's friend who was a single man, and he didn't enjoy raising a child alone, hence Y/N zoomed out of that household when he turned legal. His parents weren't dead, mind you, they were still alive and healthy, and they sent him plenty of mails, stamps from Hawaii, then Europe, than somewhere in Asia. He guessed they were being chased by some government—not that he really cared.
They didn't make much appearances throughout his life, so they were no more than an annoying pen-friend that'd obsessively send you mails regardless of whether you never reply to them, or not.
The second hurdle was money. A crisis that eventually led to the third hurdle: eviction.
Y/N's landlord was going to press charges against him since he hadn't paid in three months. Apparently, there was a new tenant seeking a home and the landlord threatened that if Y/N weren't to pay him within the given period, he'd have to pack his bags and live on park benches.
