𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 | nanami k.

12

A sigh escaped your lips when the first thing you saw in the morning was bottle of cans scattered on the floor. The same shit everyday. It's nearing weekend, and you're glad you're not running late to the office today or you'll be having another documented record of tardiness because of this mess. This must've been the purpose why you woke up earlier than usual. To pick up your father's mess. Ha.

Your eyes landed on your father, sleeping soundly, mouth slightly opened and his legs dangling over the armrest of the couch. Since it's only five, the sun hasn't completely rose yet. With a huff, you gathered all the cans inside the trashbag, then walked outside in an oversized shirt and pajamas. There are some going out for a jog, and the thought of doing it on weekends lingered in your mind while you drag the trashbag with you.

For now, you can't do anything but worry and be paranoid all the time, and put all your time to working extra shifts. Fifty fucking grand is no joke. It didn't help that the man that your father owed is a dangerous man. Not to mention, a possible drug dealer.

Why not ask my sugar daddy for some money?

You shake the thought off and head inside, rubbing the sleep away. I could NEVER ask someone for money.

Then why the hell did I gave the site a go? Isn't that the purpose why I agreed to have an arrangement with a stranger?

Your pride always gets the best of you, and right now was the perfect example of that. Arguing with yourself this early isn't a pleasant thing to do. You spare your wasted father a glance before you went upstairs to your room. A shower will do. As you ponder how the hell you're going to get out of this misery you're in, a sound came from your phone. You walked to the bed and glanced at the screen.

Unknown caller.

Goosebumps erupted your bare arms. You don't know why you have a feeling this call isn't just an ordinary or accidental one.

You held your breath and stared at it for while before answering it. "Hello?"

"L/N."

Your throat felt dry when you heard an unfamiliar, deep, husky voice. One that you knew belong to a huge man.

"Who is this? How did you know my name?" you managed to ask.

He chuckled deeply. "I'm sure you have an idea, Y/N."

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. "I don't. How did you know this number? Why are you calling? What do you want?"

Again, he bark out a laugh, but this time, it was dark. He doesn't sound amused. "I want a lot of things Y/N... and your father has one of it."

Sukuna. Realization dawned you, and before you could answer, he beat you to it. "I'm not a patient man, Mx. Y/N. I have a business to handle. I have to make certain bastards pay. Phone calls to make. So many appointments that I needed to attend to, yet here I am, calling you early in the morning. Hoping I'm not wasting my time here."

You grind your teeth together, feeling your body get numb. "I spared your father's life, ya know. He have to thank me for that, really." he paused for a moment, and you're sure he can sense your fear over the phone. "I don't really care about the fifty grand, because believe me when I say, sweetheart, that fifty grand is just a small amount of money for me." 

Then why would you send your goons to threaten me if fifty grand is nothing to you?

"But I don't like welches. Especially those who act like they don't owe someone money. Walking his ass freely as if he doesn't need to cross out the list of debts he has." List of debts?