Time To Work

PayBack

pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

Warnings: Rough sex, Name calling, Slut shaming, Sex in exchange of money, Kind of Hate Sex?, Spit, Anal play, Choking, Dom/sub undertones, Humiliation, Degradation, Slapping, Spanking, Creampie!!, Squirting, Unprotected Sex, Hair Pulling, Rough Oral Sex...,

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Waiting has never been a problem for you.

Not once, expect for now.
See, you're pretty prideful of your patience and of the way you can handle situations when experiencing stress.

Now? You look like a damn fool.

You're not even sure you can actually recognize yourself, if you were to be completely honest.
Standing in front of that door, desperate and pathetic.
Your arms are shaking, your hands feel cold and weak.
If you were to grab a butterfly, the little thing would probably laugh at you and bite you.
And we all know butterflies don't actually bite.
Do they?

You have no idea.

Right now, your only thought is: will I be able to make it?
Will I look like an idiot in front of him?
Will he laugh at me?

Will I like it?

"Miss? Miss...?"

What? What?
You turn you head and you see the girl: confused eyes, hair tied up neatly and arms busy carrying so many papers.

"Oh- Hi... I booked an appointment a while ago? I think one of your colleagues let me in, I'm Y/N...", you stutter, clearing your throat as you try to get out of your own head and focus on the situation that you inevitably have to deal with.

"Right! Yes, of course", says the girl. She smiles, but it's fake. A smile made out of obligation, out of compassion. It's her job, nothing more. She doesn't care about you: just like you don't care about her.
She's just a mean to an end, and she knows it.

"Please, follow me, dear. Mr Park is ready to meet you", she adds, waving her hands towards the door, suggesting you to use those useless limbs of yours and start to move.

You like this girl: she looks perfect in her role.
She doesn't give a fuck about anything, and she makes you feel at ease, somehow.

She has no idea why you're here, but in her eyes, her bored eyes, you sense that she feels pity for the dumb girl standing in front of the door of one of the most powerful men in South Korea.

The door is closer.
You're walking and you don't even notice it until it's too late not to.

The door handle is shiny, glistening under the lights.
You want to scream at it.
To rip it off the door and run away: that thing probably would cover your rent cost for the whole month if you sold it.

"Mr Park, your appointment is here", you hear.

You're gonna faint.
You so are gonna faint.

You don't.

You don't how you manage not to, but the only thing that matters is that you didn't.
There's really no need for any other reasons for you to feel like an idiot right now.
The ones you have are already more than enough.

"Let them in, thank you."

Ok, now you'll faint.
No way.

It's been a while since you last heard his voice, but it changed so much whilst remaining so... warm. So him.

You take a deep breath, because now the door isn't just closer: it's open.

Fist thing you notice?
The smell.
Or, well, the richness of it.
With all your senses you only are able to perceive one thing: power.
Power and money.