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

ch 4

Y/n POV

When I woke up, I rolled over in bed, worrying about my rent like I did every day as I woke.

But then I felt a warm arm around me, and I gasped, sitting up.

And then I remembered.

Taehyung lay on his back, asleep, and I remembered everything.

I hurriedly looked around for my clothes. As I moved, I could feel that I ached... Everywhere.

My knees were sore from kneeling for too long, my legs ached, my thighs, my arms...

I moved slowly, as to not wake him up I didn't need a confrontation. My rent was paid up till date, and all I had to do now was find out how to pay next months rent.

This could never happen again.

I had been so sure that I'd have the willpower to resist him, but the memories of last night were strong in my head, and I knew that I had basically whored myself out for him.

Never again.

I clasped my bra when I found it, dangling from his bedroom doorknob, and I picked my tank top off of the floor, slipping it over my head.

The only thing left were my leggings and underwear.

I found the leggings, on his desk, but I couldn't see my panties anywhere

I grew into a panic. I didn't want him to wake up and see me like this. Okay, he'd see me naked before, but that was under entirely different circumstances.

"Looking for these?" I whirled around towards the voice, and he was awake, in bed, dangling my panties in the air.

I rushed towards him. "Give them back,"

"I don't think I will."

I grit my teeth. "Give them back now."

"Maybe if you ask nicely."

"I'm not going to ask nicely! They're mine."

"Not for long, if you keep up with this attitude."

I took a deep breath. I had no choice. There was no way I was putting my leggings on without putting underwear on first.

"Please," I muttered.

He flung the underwear at me. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Look," I said, getting fully dressed, "you can just send me a letter, or whatever when my rents payed. I'll pay you again next month. In cash," I emphasised.

He rolled his eyes. "Cash, huh? I somehow doubt that, considering you work at the Pastry Hut.

"How do you know where I work?" I demanded, dressed now.

"You're my tenant," he said, his eyes trailing over my clothes body, "I know everything about you... Even the things you don't want me to know."

I took a deep breath and met his gaze. "I doubt that."

He looked at me closely, his eyes sparkling. "Oh, yeah?"

"Y-yeah," I took another deep breath, cursing myself for stammering.

He folded his arms. "Your parents name's are __ and __. You're twenty-two years old, and you were born in Seoul. You went to XOXO High School. You also went to XOXO You dropped out after a year, because you wanted to focus on music. When the music thing didn't work out, you moved out of your parents house and into your apartment, and you got a job at the Pastry Hut."

I gulped. He continued.

"You've lived in your apartment for a year and a half. You moved in to prove to your patents that you could do something for yourself. You're a natural brunette ... You're stubborn. You're tough. You don't like to be seen as weak." He paused, and then continued.