Their Maid // Ateez ff

Chapter 2: 8 PM

I go back to my place and curse a bit. I've definitely made a wrong decision. This seems worse than anything I've ever done for the Yakuza, and that stuff almost makes me shit my pants just thinking about it.

I go inside and take off my clothes leaving me in only my underwear. I didn't wear a bra today, having felt that it was too short an amount of time to even do tha–

Omg.

The guy in the elevator was probably staring at my breast.

Fuck I'm dumb.

I look down at my nipple piercings, loving the look but hating the fact that people always stare at them like I got them for their sake. I got them for the feeling of being badass and, yes, also for the look. It's fucking hot to have nipple piercings and I love the interest some people have in them.

Just not the type of interest that strangers in a small elevator have for them.

I flick the right one and laugh a bit, forgetting for a moment what I had done earlier in the day, but then it hits me again.

It's 10:35 AM at the moment. I'm meeting them in less than 8 hours and I still don't have a single clue of who they are. 

I go into my bedroom and fall onto the bed, not even wanting to go beneath the covers. I don't deserve the pleasure of warmth right now.

I lie there for a bit and slowly drift off, face planted onto my duvet. 

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I wake up after a few hours and contemplate my life choices. 

Something must've went wrong during birth for me to be this dumb.

I lie there staring at the ceiling for a moment, thoughts racing. What kind of job am I even walking into? The cryptic text, the strange guy from the elevator–none of it screams normal.

Eventually, I drag myself out of bed, deciding to distract myself with something productive. I spend the next hour tidying up my tiny apartment–packing up some clothes, folding things that haven't seen the light of day in months. 

It's not like I need to bring much with me tonight, but the busy work helps me feel in control. I turn on some music and scrub the kitchen counters, my mind flipping between excitement and dread.

By 4 PM, I've run out of things to clean. My stomach growls, reminding me that I haven't eaten, so I grab something quick from the fridge–half a sandwich and some leftover rice. 

As I sit at the table picking at my food for a good amount of time, my phone buzzes again. It's a reminder from my bank that my account balance is running low. 

Great, just what I need today.

I glance at the clock. Still hours to kill before tonight.

I consider my options. I could head down to the café and try to see if there are some desperate students in need of a tutor or maybe meet up with some classmates for coffee. But honestly, I'm too jittery for socializing right now. Instead, I decide to head out for a walk, clear my head. The fresh air might help calm my nerves.

I listen to some RnB for the next two hours, walking around Seoul in a daze, feeling the slight urge in my body to produce. 

The rest of the day blurs by. I run a few errands, browse a secondhand bookstore, and even stop by the mall to pick up a new outfit for tonight. Something a bit more polished but still casual–nothing too fancy. 

I spend way too long debating between a simple dress and a nice pair of jeans, finally settling on what I wore on my walk, feeling to nervous to pick a different outfit and mess up either my hair or my makeup in the proces of switching.