R E D A M A N C Y - A Yoo Kihyun Fanfiction

THREE

"I want to make few things clear." His eyes fixed to yours.

"One, you don't live here for free." Your eyes opened wider, thinking of how much bills you should pay him for staying in his luxury. "No, i won't make you pay rent with money," he said as if he read your mind. "You just have to make me breakfasts."

"Two," he took something and put it on the coffee table before him. It was a phone. "Throw away the one you're using. You'll be using this instead. It only has my number and Mr. Kim's number, my driver and don't you dare to keep your old phone or save any numbers without my consent."

"Three." His eyes stared at you with an intense gaze. "Never go to my floor." 

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It was 2 pm when you finished packing and your stomach was having a little concert since you haven't eaten anything since the morning. Well, you weren't really the type to eat breakfast but you had never skipped lunch. Except today. You had to skip your precious lunch time to stuffed your luggage with the things you'd carry to Yoo Kihyun's penthouse. He didn't specify on what kind of moving he asked you to do, so you only took the basic things with you and left everything as it was in your apartment.

It's ridiculous you know, moving into your boss' penthouse just because you carelessly saying things you're not supposed to say. There were plenty of ways to punish you for that. Cutting your monthly salary or fire you even, but instead, he chose to moved you to his residence.

Slipped into your favorite pair of espadrilles, you checked the time one last time before you finally dragging your heavy luggage out of your apartment and locking the door.

Bringing the heavy luggage plus one handbag really put you into an uncomfortable position that you finally decided to call a cab to take you to the Gangnam area. As expected, where all the koreas rich live.

The sky was bright that afternoon. You paid for the taxi bill and slowly marched into the lobby where you had to tell the people behind the desk where you were going to.

"(Y/f/n), 54th." You simply said after they greeted you.

"Oh, Mr. Yoo's guest?" She asked as she put a smile on her face for a second before she was back to the screen. Typing something you didn't know. "He is indeed expecting you, Ms. (y/first/n)." She smiled again. "You have luggage with you, Miss?"

"Yes. One." You said, hesitantly.

"Alright. You could leave your luggage here. We will take care of it." She smiled and printed something to give to a man who stood meter away from her and came back right away.

"This way please," without hesitation, she guided you to the private elevator that is used to access the penthouses only.

"Fifty-four." She repeated as he pushed the floor number and both of you waited until the door closed and sent you to the desired floor.

Couldn't lie. You were so nervous that you couldn't keep your finger for not tapping the back of your other hand and you keep biting your lower lip harder as the number on the small screen above changed, getting closer to the 54th floor.

"Here we are." She made way for you to get out first.

You were greeted by a spacious lounge. A rounded table with a beautiful flower arrangement separated two leathered seats. Perfectly polished marbled floor that reflected anything that was laid on it. A painting of a black vertical line on a dull-white color canvas hanged on the other side of the wall across the seatings, giving a calm side in contrast to the strong luxurious interior design.