The Only One || Jungkook

8

When she woke up the next morning, she was completely alone in the room. There were no signs of Jungkook, nothing that could hint that he was still around. It wasn't like when she got there later the night before, there were a lot of belongings spread across the suite, but there were those vibes that showed there was someone staying there. It wasn't the case anymore. And it was confirmed by a little note resting on the nightstand, on the left side of the bed. She only found a number, followed by a "Text me" barely readable.

It had been seven days ever since all of that happened, and she found herself completely lost the first two days. She was used to using half of her day on duties related to Jorge and Carla, and the other half on her work. And all of a sudden, she had nothing. Jorge was as surprised as her when she stayed home instead of leaving to work, and she couldn't believe the amount of lies that slipped through her lips trying to explain why she wasn't going to work.

"They closed the pub for renovations for a few days" was the final excuse, and she wondered how she'd explain that "for a few days" when she stayed home for longer than a week.

On the third day, she went to the hospital Jungkook told her. And, in a matter of three hours, she already had all of her results handed to her. She was clean, something that didn't surprise her because she always used a condom -but accidents can happen as well. And while she sent all the documents to his email -after he gave it to her-, she saw herself without a copy of the contract.

Reality seemed to be hitting her hard when she finally got rid of the hangover that good sex and tempting promise gave her. Y/n was conscious of the deal she got herself into, with someone she didn't know at all. She knew he had businesses with Pedro, which always meant bad news. But other than that, nothing.

She was fucked. That man could easily be scamming her, and there she was, missing her job for a promise that flew out in the air. Although that uncertainty didn't last long, when she saw 5k euros being deposited in her account out of nowhere.

On the fifth day, she also tried to find herself being attracted to random men at clubs, but without something in exchange -other than pleasure, and not even that was assured-, she had nothing. And that certainly took away whatever was exciting about sex for her at that point of her life.

But it all seemed to be completely clear for her when a man was knocking, hitting and kicking the door while he was looking for Jorge. The lender was one big asshole, but rushing that month payment -without any previous warning- was a low move. Those five thousand she got, soon turned into nine hundred after she paid that little part of the debt.

She was back at square one.

And that was why she probably tried to get Lopes to add her back to the services on the sixth day, as a result of that much overthinking going on those six days. She could save those twenty grand she'd get each month for the future, for the better life she wanted for Jorge, Carla and herself; but still keep getting money from her body. She wasn't sure for how long that deal would go on. Jungkook could get tired of her after a month, and that'd leave her without a job, without any income, and only twenty grand to move on -which, in Mallorca, wasn't a crazy amount of money either.

Jungkook was far away in Korea, there was no way he could find out she was trying to rekindle her life before he came into the picture. There was no way he could know she was back to her services. It was impossible.

She was convinced that the contract was only redacted to make her panic, and maybe think twice before being "unfaithful" to him. But she didn't have to pull the act while he wasn't around.

It was that simple.

She could get the twenty thousand euros every month, along with the two thousand she got through the club.