Bow To Fate | Kim Taehyung & Y/N (smut)

ch 1

Y/N pov

I slumped on my sofa, closing my eyes.

I was trying not to cry.

Crying wouldn't do me any good, as I had learned during the past few weeks.

I hadn't payed my rent in over two months, and now the third month was due.

And now I was being evicted.

Seeing the official notice on my door when I got home from work had been heart-breaking. It really shouldn't have been. I had seen this coming.

I looked around my small apartment, the soft brown sofas, the warm carpet, the kitchen unit, the bathroom the bedroom. All of it.

I wasn't ready to leave, not now.

I earned there was barely minimum wage.

At least I had a job, even though it was horrible.

Despite my efforts, I felt warm tears starting to slide down my cheeks. I wiped them away immediately.

It was about then that I heard a knock on my door, and I curled myself into a ball.

I didn't want to talk to anyone.

The knock came again, this time more persistent, and I waited for it to go away.

There was a pause, before the person was knocking for the third time.

Annoyance overcame me, and I got off my couch, marching towards the door and flinging it open.

"What?" I spat, before seeing who was there. I shut up, then.

"Hello," He said, a small, amused smile on his perfect, pink lips. "Are you Miss Lee Y/N?"

I nodded shakily. "Yeah,"

He nodded slightly, and I saw him move his hand to the back of his head, slightly ruffling his blond hair. "I've come to discuss your rent, Miss Lee,"

"You can call me Y/N," I told him, slightly mesmerized. He grinned then, revealing a perfect row of teeth.

"Y/n," He amended.

I then realized what he had just said. "My rent?" I asked, my voice starting to quaver as I willed myself not to start crying again. "Excuse me, but who the hell are you?" I asked him, a slightly maniacal laugh escaping from me. Well, it was better to laugh than to cry, right?

I knew who he was - technically. I had seen him around the apartments many times. He was tall and thin, with a sexy mop of black  hair that fell into his eyes.

He still looked amused. "I'm your landlord."

"No, you're not," I told him, edging the door slightly closed. He noticed, and looked like he was trying not to smile.

"Yes, I am,"

"Miss Lee," I corrected him, despite the fact that I'd just told him to call me by my first name.

"Look, last time I checked, Mr. Kim owned this building. You're not him."

"But I am his son," He told me.

I blinked at him. "His son?"

He nodded. "My name is Kim Taehyung. I'm sorry, I should have started with that."

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Look, Miss Lee,my father is a very busy man, and I'm taking over this aspect of his business for a while."

I nodded, feeling defeated. "Look, about the rent... Can't you just come back tommorow? I'm sure I'll have it by then."

Taehyung looked into the apartment behind me, then at me. "May I come in?"

I sighed, stepping back to let him enter.

He looked around at the state of the place dissaproovingly. There were clothes all over the floor, I hadn't washed any dishes in about a week, and there were plates of unfinished food on most surfaces.

"I'll need a payment," He told me eventually. I sat down on the sofa were I had been sitting on before, and he continued speaking. "Can you pay at least one months rent?"

"No."

"Half of that?"

I didn't reply.

"You have to pay me something."

I shrugged.

"Look, I don't want to evict you."

"Then don't."

"If you don't pay, you'll leave me no choice."

"I'll get you your money."

He paused for a second, watching me. I tried to ignore him.

"Maybe I could help." He suggested, moving slightly closer to me.

"With what? I'm not interested in payment plans or whatever. I'll get you your money, okay?"

"How?"

I shrugged.

"Where do you work?" He asked.

"That's not of your business." I snapped.

"Feisty," He commented, smirking.

I ground my teeth together.

"Look, I didn't mean a payment plan. I was thinking of something... else." I looked up at him.

"Like what?" I began to say, but I saw him lick his lips while his eyes trailed over my body, and I understood.

"No," I said, my voice hard. I stood up, glowering at him.

"Why not?" He asked, smirking.

"I'm not a whore!"

"I didn't call you that."

"I'm not a prostitute either."

"I didn't call you that, either."

I glared. "You think you can just walk in here and demand I have sex with you?"

"I wasn't demanding, y/n," he began. "It was more of a... suggestion."

"Look," I said, rubbing my temples. "I'll have your money by tommorow."

"I somehow doubt that," He said, frowning.

I walked over to the door, holding it open for him.

He smirked, pulling out a small business card from his back pocket and handing it to me. I childishly kept my arms folded, not taking it from him, and his smile became wider, and he left the card on my table. "Call me when you have the rent. Tommorow." He said, walking out the door.