𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 | PJM

2.

Instead of driving to the cafe I chose to walk in order to save a few bucks which I'd have to spend on petrol.

I reached there and there was a crowd of females there who gasped and exchanged audibly about how "angelic" I looked while the owner was struggling to handle all the orders which came pouring in.

If looks could pay.

I walked up casually and went inside the kitchen to wear my apron. Once set, I walked outside and took over the work my owner was doing with much difficulty.

"You are a gem."

Yeah well then can you pay me that much?

I just smiled and started working.

____

Rush hour had ended and I was wondering how the hell I should ask for more pay on the first week of work when the bell chimed, indicating a new customer.

I looked in that direction and saw well, my college crush, Park Seoyoung.

Park Seoyoung was an alumni of our college and a world famous writer who wrote like how angels sung (as described by namjoon because let's face it, I wasn't gonna read anything beyond my textbooks). When she was a senior and I was new in college, she helped me catch up with classes and score well and made sure I maintained my streak for 2 years after which she graduated (which broke my heart because I couldn't see her pretty face anymore). But what she taught remained with me and I got first class in every exam till date.

But scoring high doesn't pay.

Anyways, I straightened myself and adjusted my tie thinking at least I could end the day well, even if I was having a shitty phase in life.

"Welcome. What would you like to order?"

"I want to talk to you jimin." she said in a serious tone.

"Alright?"

What would she have to say? But I didn't question her much because I knew she was trustworthy. Exiting the counter, I motioned her to sit on one of the tables near the door.

"Somewhere private." She said.

Now she was scaring the shit out of me.
Did she kill someone?

"Okay.."I replied and directed her towards a table at the far corner of the cafe.

She took a seat, crossed her legs, folded her arms and looked straight at me.

I poured a glass of water for myself after she refused one because this was making me nervous as fuck.

"What's your body count?"

I spat out the water I was about to swallow.

"What?"

"How many people have you fucked genius."

"I know what body count means. Why are you asking me this."

She leaned in closer, her familiar vanilla scent bringing back countless memories.

"Here's the thing. I'm tired of writing fluff and romcoms. That shit doesn't happen in real life. And whatever book I write, the media eats it up like cake. So I'm thinking, this time I'll write a book with heavy sex."

Ah yes, the media, the reason her family fell apart.

"Okay but how does my body count get involved here."

"Because the catch in this story is, I've never fucked anyone. Hell, I've never even kissed someone."

"You had a fucking fiance."

"That didn't stop him from touching everyone but me."

Ah yes, I forgot about that cheating bastard.

"You're too pretty to be a virgin Seoyoung."

"Not pretty enough for my boyfriend to not land in someone else's vagina. Made a pact with that bitch to never touch me to keep himself "pure" and shit. Anyways enough about him, now onto the main topic.

Can you fuck me?"

I would do that anytime but,

"Why are you asking me? You can get guys anytime, anyday."

She smiled.

"Because firstly, you are trustworthy and I know for one you have a double digit body count."

How the fuck does she even kno-

"Seokjin complains all the time about the noises the girls make; if you're wondering how the fuck do I even know."

That hyung.

"Secondly, I can help you too."

"How?"

"I'll pay your rent, your expenses and hell I'll even buy you fucking Dior and shit."

Holy-

"But why are you helping me?"

"One because I know you need help to pay rent. Again, seokjin and his rants. Secondly, you getting to mindlessly fuck me does not give you any profit out of this equation and to save you from being a fool I'm offering you the rewards myself."

Who the fuck wouldn't want to fuck Seoyoung.

Long black wavy hair which sat on her shoulders, pale skin and crimson lips. Big breasts, thick thighs and small waist.

She was the fucking package.

"Alright."

"You aren't even gonna ponder over it? Just gonna say yes?"

What was I gonna do? Say no to fucking my crush and getting paid for it?

I wasn't a fool.

"Nope, you said it yourself. I'm in a tight position and if I want a roof over my head, it will be foolish of me to not take this offer."

"Alright. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Okay."

She got up and was about to leave when she turned around and said,

"Oh and pack your suitcase love, you're staying with me."

Who knew that the famous writer was into hookup culture?