It's My Job ×NamJin×

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Jin ~

I still can't believe I got kicked out.

They're my parents, what went through their minds to kick me out? And how in the hell is making me live on the streets gonna turn me straight?

I get it, I'm twenty, but I was in college anyways. I say was because they said they wouldn't pay for it anymore until I got out of this 'phase'. Why would liking dick be a fucking phase?

Well, there's no turning back. Turning back would not only be living a lie for the rest of my life, but also admitting defeat, and I'm way too stuborn to do that.

Although, I've been out here for a month, and it's been a literal hell. It's always cold, I didn't even get to pack my stuff. All I managed to grab was my wallet. Since I didn't have a job, all I had was fifty bucks and I didn't have anywhere to stay. I bought myself a blanket and some snacks to, you know, not die. But I know I can't survive out here, I've been in an ally for the month. It's terrifying.

The amount of small gang gatherings I've overheard while hiding in a garbage can have scarred me nearly to death. Do you know what it's like to pee outside, and in a dumpster? It's terrible! My dick nearly froze off!

I smell like a dump, I'm homeless, broke, and hungry. Honestly, I just don't wanna be here anymore.

People are scared of me, or scare me. They either think I'm crazy and stay away, or think I'm hot and try to convince me to do things with them, which I personally think is disgusting. They'd be willing to have sex with a homeless person they don't know? What if I had herpes? I don't. By the way.

Honestly, I've just been praying for a miracle.

My twenty second birthday is coming up in a month and I have no one or thing to spend it with. Just the thought of that brings me close to crying.

Fuck. Now I am actually crying. What the fuck happened? I was living an okay life, and I screwed that all up by being honest with my parents.

Let me tell you, kids, honesty isn't the best fucking policy. Screw your nursery rhymes.

At this point tears were streaming down my face. I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself, how or if I'm gonna survive, and what I did to deserve this. It's all my fault. I disappointed my parents, I shouldn't have talked. I should've just shut my damn mouth.

My tears were interrupted by a concerned, yet curious voice to my right. I snapped my head up and sniffled, looking around.

"Hey, you" I looked to my left and saw a fancy car with a fitting driver. A man with piercing chocolate brown eyes, soft brown hair, and dimples to die for was calling someon3.

But I wouldn't get carried away or distracted, nope. If living on the streets has taught me anything, it's that people are sketchy and not to be trusted.

"Me?" I questioned

"Yeah", the man responded. "Are you homeless?"

I got defensive, I don't know why. I think it's pretty obvious. "What's it to you?"

"Woah, no need to get angry. I'm just trying to help."

"What makes you think I need your help?"

"Well, you're dirty, your clothes are all raggedy, you're skinny, and not to mention, you're crying." Shit, he's got me there.

"Okay, fine. I am homeless, happy now?"

"Hey, I just wanna help you out. You look young, you shouldn't be living on the streets." He sighed. "Look, I just don't like seeing homeless kids, I just wanna help."

"So you're pitying me?"

"No! Look, do you want my help or not?"

"Well, that depends on what help you'll give me."

"We can work that out on the way to my house."

"You think I'm getting in your car? You're crazy. How do I know you won't kill me?"

"You don't. But you're already homeless anyways, what do you have to loose?" He said confidently. Asshole.

I gave in with a huff, "Fine." I went around and got into the passenger door.

I buckled up and turned to speak, but found myself at a loss for words. He was handsome. And young, too. He looked like he was rich, and honestly, with a face like that, I wouldn't mind having a sugar daddy.

"Cat got your tounge?" He smirked at me. I already wanna punch his stupid hot face in so hard I could use it as a bowl. "Hey, what's your name, sugar?"

His voice and that pet name made me hot all over. I was a blushing mess. "Uh, S-Seokjin,"

He started laughing. Yup, I was gonna slap that smirk off his face. "Aw, did you get all flustered by me, darling?"

I was practically a tomato, "N-no" I cleared my throat, "No. Anyway, what's your name?"

"The name's Namjoon, don't wear it out." he said, and started the car.

The drive to his house was filled with a lot of questions from me, all of which he answered by telling me we'd discuss it at the house. I was impatient, even if it was only ten minutes. Boy, it's been a whole two weeks since I looked at a clock. That dashboard clock was like a tv to me.

"Here's the palace," he said, boasting about his house. I looked out the window and dropped my jaw.

This was a mansion. It looked like Kim Kardashian lived in this house. There was even a fountain on the lawn and bushes trimmed into cool shapes. "Woah." I breathed out.

"I know," Namjoon answered. Asshole.

He parked the car and got outside. He went around and opened my door, like the gentlemen he probably wasn't. But the gesture made me melt on the inside. I of course, would make sure this gushy mess inside me was a one time thing.

I stepped out and he led me into his house, which was even better than the outside led me on to be.

Black and white everything with a few pops of color to contrast it all. It was huge.

He sat down on a leather couch and pointed to the couch to his right, signaling for me to sit down. I followed orders and sat down immediately.

"Alright, Jin," he said, "Let's get down to business."

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