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

ch 2

I felt strangely nauseous, as I listened to the dialing tone.

After prying myself out of my foetal position on the floor, I had picked up the card Taehyung had left, only to stare at it for a little over an hour.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that I had plucked up the courage to grab my cell and call him.

I had told him I would have the money by tommorow - but we had both known that that was a lie.

It angered me to realize the situation he had me in.

Sex or Eviction.

Some people would jump at the chance. Taehyung was quite possibly the sexiest man I had seen in a long time. And he wanted me, to top it all off. But I couldn't help feeling like a common whore, selling myself like this to stay in my house.

He picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Kim?"

"Speaking."

"It's... It's y/n."

I could almost hear the smile in his voice as he said, "That was fast."

"Yeah." My voice was stiff. "I wanted to talk to you about what we discussed before..."

"And what was that?"

I scowled. "You know..."

"No, I don't think I do."

I sighed as he forced me to say the words. "About alternative payment methods."

He didn't reply, waiting for me to say more.

"I just want to know... what I'd be expected to do..."

"It's not much fun if it's planned," He told me, his voice teasing.

"Please," I sounded pathetic as I begged. "I just want to know... What I'd have to do. How much of my rent will be gone if I go through with this?"

"That depends on how much you let me do to you."

I swallowed, my heart starting to race.

"Apartment 8C, tommorow - well today, in the evening," He told me. "Bring a months rent or an overnight bag. Your choice."

He hung up then.

Time skip

I stopped outside his door, breathing deeply.

His apartment was quite far from mine - on the very top floor, in a fancy, exclusive area. It was to be expected, I guessed, since his dad owned the apartments and all.

I had deliberated for most of the day on what to wear.

I had tried to tell myself it wouldn't matter, since within a few minutes of me stepping into his apartment, it was going to be on the floor anyway, but I still worried.

I had decided on black leggings and a sleeveless tank top.

Not too slutty and not too modest either.

I knocked three times.

He made me wait quite a while before coming to the door, which only annoyed me further.

I was close to walking away, when he opened the door, smirking at my annoyed expression.

"Hi." He said, folding his arms.

"Just let me in," I replied, not looking at him.

I heard him chuckle once, and then open the door wider so I could come in.