"I need something that pays well... and quickly." Yoongi murmurs to himself as he holds on to his bills.
Suddenly, on the screen of his computer, the job listing for a "Spanking Partner" comes into focus, especially the high salary amount.
"This...
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At 11 p.m...
The room is modestly sized, the walls filled with posters of classical music legends and modern artists. An old keyboard that is well-loved occupies one corner. The whole room has a faint glow of the evening city lights that casts a warm hue over the room.
The bed is unmade and there's a small study desk filled with books, notes and scattered papers.
It's evident Yoongi spends most of his time here.
On the laptop screen, there is a multitude of job listings. Yoongi's hand hovers over the touchpad, his fingers occasionally drumming.
"I need something that pays well... and quickly," he murmurs to himself.
Over his desk reveals overdue utility bills, a couple of letters from the university about his tuition fees and a photograph of a younger Yoongi with his parents.
"How did it come to this?" he sighs as he holds a bill. The sight of the mounting bills feels like a heavy weight pressing down on his shoulder.
With every glance at the bills and reminders, he felt almost hopeless about everything. The pressures of his college life and financial burdens weighed quite heavy on him.
He feels quite frustrated, mingled with fear. "What if I can't find anything?" he thinks, being anxious.
The need for money had driven him to spend late nights searching job listings, hoping to find something that could solve his financial woes. He looks quite desperate as his eyes darted anxiously across the screen, hunting for opportunities. The fatigue from sleepless nights clings to him, making the world seem dim and his situation even more dire.
Suddenly, a job listing catches his eye:
Title: My Spanking Partner Salary: $1000 per session Location: Will be provided by the assigned spanker. Contact: Apply online at [www.unusualjobs.com/spankee](http://www.unusualjobs.com/spankee)
"This... this can't be real, right? This much money for something like this...?" Yoongi says, hesitating. His heart pounds in his chest. The amount is staggering, almost too good to be true. But the urgency of his situation pushes him to consider it.
The very nature of the job, so different from anything he'd seen before, made him think about the boundaries of his comfort zone. A part of him feels uneasy at the idea, but getting a relief from his financial state is too tempting to ignore it.
The reflection of the screen in his eyes is clear. He furrowed his brows in thought and after a moment, he clicks on the link. The action feels almost surreal, like stepping into an unknown world.
The webpage loads, displaying the details of the job:
Position: Spankee for Assigned Spanker Job Description: Be a spankee for your assigned spanker. Must be discreet and respectful. Compensation: $1000 per session Requirements: Must be over 18. Prior experience not necessary. Confidentiality guaranteed.
There’s an 'Apply Now' button at the bottom of the page.
He takes a deep breath and clicks on 'Apply Now'. A form appears, asking for basic details. He types them:
Name: Min Yoongi Age: 23 Contact Information: [email] [phone number] Why do you want this job?:
Yoongi types, 'I am in urgent need of money to cover my university tuition and bills. I am willing to step out of my comfort zone to ensure my financial stability.'
His fingers tremble as he types. This is not a decision made lightly, but one born out of sheer necessity.
He hesitates for a moment, then clicks 'Submit'. The click feels like crossing a threshold, stepping into an uncertain future.
There was an internal debate inside of him. The thought of what he might have to do unsettles him, but the alternative - sinking deeper into debt, terrifies him more.
"What am I getting myself into?" he whispered to himself. The room feels even smaller now, the walls closing in as the reality of his choice finally sets in.
He rests his head in his hands, deep in thought, feeling afraid as well as determined to end his financial burden.
