❝Allow me to get in between your legs and tell each of your children how much of a good dad you are.❞
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Men who are younger than you? No. Men who are older than you? Maybe. A former fuckboy who is now a single father of two, has intense prejudice...
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Raemi's point of view
I hastily wore my clothes, putting on some baggy worn out jeans and a t-shirt. I didn't have much time, any moment Jimean could ambush me. Image of him tying me up and making me eat raw chicken and moldy bread filled my head. I shook my head, trying to get rid of that horror imagination.
Once I was done with making my hair, I took my mobile and tote bag. I slowly opened my door and softly closed it. I gulped, and tip-toed my way to the living room, hoping he wasn't aware of what I was doing behind the door. I hastily wore my shoes, and escaped successfully. Instead of waiting for the elevator I took the stairs, and walked out of the apartment building. I took a deep breath once I walked out of the parking lot, squinting my eyes as my eyes got accustomed to the bright daylight.
I decided to take the bus, I didn't have the budget to spend on a taxi. Good for me the bus stop was near, just fifteen minutes of walk. And for those fifteen minutes I thought of Jimin. I didn't remember a single thing from yesterday, and after knowing what I did yesterday— surprise me. I mean, I was not definitely someone who would dance in front of the entire club— guess that it's called liquid courage for a reason.
I've drunk before, a few times, but I've never done that. I wonder what triggers me to do so. And on top, the drunk messages I sent, they were wild but weren't any different than normal messages. Messages were the least of my worries, what concerned me was the hard time I gave Jimin. He sounded fed up when he told me what his paying guest did, everything was so out of the blue. Though he deserved every second of the hard time I gave, I was embarrassed and scared to face Jimin. Also, I kissed him on his forehead.
I winced as I thought about it. I kissed my landlord, who happened to hate me. Who the fuck kiss thier landlord when they are drunk!? I sighed, regretting my life choices as I walked. I was thankful that it wasn't a freaking lip kiss, I would have considered jumping off from some building. I'm pretty sure he would have kicked me out if I had done that.
My body shivered as the thought crossed my mind. I couldn't imagine getting kicked out, it would be my worst nightmare. I've been here for a few weeks and they were the most peaceful weeks of my life. If we ignore Jimean and his daughter, it was perfect. No noisy neighbors, no fear of someone breaking into my house since the neighborhood is safe— I spend my entire day in my room living my best life. It was a dream home, I bet I will never find a pg or apartment with such rent, such a good neighborhood and area.
I can't afford getting kicked out— though I doubt he will as I distinctly remember him telling his internet friend Raemi that he used all the deposit on his kids' school fees. Either way, I should be careful of my actions, the slightest action could change my life drastically. Could make me homeless in an instant, not a good feeling at all.
And that's why, I will be a good paying guest. I will apologize for my actions, even though I'm not, (minus the kiss part, that's the only thing I'm sorry for) I'll be a better paying guest. Just for my sake.
