stigma || K.TH

5. modeling

It had been two days since the hotel incident and as promised you got rid of everything. You now work as a model. How Quinn got you this job was truly shocking. As much as you wished you were a Victoria's Secret model, you were not. But Playboy will have to do.

The set went quiet as the fast-paced steps made their way through. All seven of the boys had their heads down. All except for one. Kim Taehyung's eyes held yours. Fear set at the bottom of your stomach.

You tied your robe even tighter hoping and praying that you would not get a wardrobe malfunction of any kind. Taehyung stopped and his body towered over yours. Your panicked eyes looked around. Attention. All eyes are on me.

"You can come back to work for us now."

"I don't want to. I have an amazing job here." Once again half-truths plagued your tongue. Taehyung huffed at your response. His tongue poking the inside of his cheek in frustration.

"It wasn't a request." He spoke with authority. You smirked as a sea of confidence spilled over you. "And you can't tell me what to do." You kept eye contact as your hand pulled the string to your robe.

His breath hitched as he saw what you were wearing. A gold bikini that was about two sizes too small. His dark orbs grew as you kept eye contact with him. "If you want me to come back..." You leaned in close to his ear. "You're gonna have to make me."

"That was a bold stunt Tae." The scolding from his leader did nothing. Taehyung was fuming. He hated the way you toyed with him. You're gonna have to make me. Those words made him want to throw all his rules out the window.

"I can't believe she did that." He began to think out loud. Jimin scoffed from across the table. The attention turned off of him for a quick second and he felt relief. "I'll make her alright." Taehyung stood up and stormed out of the conference room.

Taehyung hated the way you treated him. Of course, you had every reason to hate his guts, but damn did you give him the runaround. He stormed back into the studio, his eyes immediately widened.

You were no longer wearing the gold bikini. Black leather garter belt with black heels. The only thing covering your top was your arm. "Ok take five." The photographer handed you a robe. Afraid to look away Taehyung wondered if you would notice he was looking.

"You want a sneak peek, Mr. Kim?" The nickname once again slapped him back to reality. He turned around and a smirk grew on your face. "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

"Shut up and cover yourself."

"I already did, Mr. Kim." That nickname like venom on your tongue. Taehyung handed you clothes that he thought would be your size. Your brows furrowed at his gesture. "We can do this my way or the hard way." A smirk played on your face again.

"I like a challenge."

And there you were in a van filled with all of the members. The silence was deafening. You could feel the judgment on the tip of their tongues. "You're really beautiful, Y/n." Hoseok's comment seemed to have struck a nerve with Taehyung, his leg bouncing up and down.

"Thank you. I didn't mean to uhm...well-" Your words were cut short by Taehyung's frustration. "Yes, you did. You mean every move. It's calculated. You're conniving." His words made your face go stoic again. You shut your mouth for the rest of the ride. Until...

"Why did you even want me back? I didn't bring any joy. And I'm conniving." Taehyung slowly turned his head toward you. His eyes narrowed as he examined every feature on your face. "Because we need an assistant and you did a decent job." You pursed your lips and nodded.

I deserved that.

It was intimate and Taehyung didn't want to admit it. He knocked on the apartment door for what seemed like the third time in two days hoping to see if you were home alone at any point. He once again felt like a creep. The door opens and there you are smiling up at him.

Your smile slowly fades away. "My sister is at the beach Taehyung snapped out of his mini trance enough to look at what you were wearing. A blue marble one-piece swimsuit with a sheer blue skirt tied at your waist. It was the most conservative he had ever seen you dress.

A smile pulled at Taehyung's lips. "Is that where you're going?" An eyebrow raised at Taehyung's words. Did he think you dress like this for fun? "Yes, you can come along if you want. It's sort of a beach party."

You close the door behind you as you walk out. Taehyung by your left side as a big smile was on his face. He would finally get to know the mystery that was Y/n.

"Why did you get a septum piercing?" You chalked Taehyung's question to small talk, but answered regardless. "My sister said I would look good with one. She is the reason I do a lot of things because of her." Taehyung's brows furrowed. You knew what his next question was.

A sigh left your mouth as you continued. "She said I would make a lot of money on OnlyFans. She said I was beautiful and that it would make us money." Taehyung stopped walking taking a moment to process what you had said.

"Have you ever done anything for yourself?" You paused with him. It wasn't anything you had thought about. You shook your head. The smile on Taehyung's face grew. "Maybe it's time to do some things for yourself." A genuine smile played on your face as well.

"First thing, stop calling me Mr. Kim. And second thing explore if you even really like having an OnlyFans. You deserve praise for your beauty. Not degrading words."

"Unless that's what you like." A laugh broke out of the both of you.

Pure blissful happiness.