Zombie Queen √ || KTH Fanfic || ON GOING

| 11 : Contract |

"The fuck is this for?" I asked completely confused as to why he was making me sign this contract. I haven't really read it since I think it's a waste of time.

"You wanna know more about your mother's background, right? Live with me for atleast 2 months and you'll get what you want." He was right I desperately needed to know about my mother's background.

I grew up suffering, being abused verbally and physically, but doesn't know why.

"Why the fuck do I have to live with you?" I asked, utterly confused.

He looked at me dead in the eye, intimidating me, just a bit. "I like you. And I want to see whether it's worth giving up my place as one of the member's of Bangtan for you." My mouth was wide open, shocked and surprised to what he just said.

"Y-you don't even know if I like you back, why would you risk your life and position?" I stuttered for the first time in a few years. Why was I so taken aback, it's so normal for people to hit on me in bars or clubs, heck even in the street so why do I feel so flustered?

I took the contract and finally read it.

Person A (Min HyeJa)
Person B (Kim TaeHyung)

Person A will be living with Person B for them to sort out their feelings as they live in the same roof.

Person A shall never speak to this to anyone without Person B's consent.

"Just so you know, I'll tell my girls about this whether you like it or not." I stated, letting him know beforehand. He just chuckled at me, making my heart skip a bit. He's so attractive.

This contract shall be terminated after both of them agrees with each other and if both sides of the each party decides to date, they shall, if they both decide to let it go, they shall.

This is all consensual.

This is written to prove trust and loyalty towards each other.

I cringed at the last sentence. Yeah right, as if I could actually trust him.

Person A will get the information that they want depending on what she gives in return.

"WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS MEAN?!" The plan of staying in my room came crashing down once I read the next few conditions.

"You really thought I'll be doing this without proper consideration. I bet you're planning to stay in a room for the rest of those 2 months. I can't expect you to fall in-love with me that way." This cheeky little motherfucker.

• Any Skinship = Pictures
• Kiss = Whereabouts
• Devil's Tango = Family Background

"What the fuck is the Devil's Tango?" I looked at him confused, trying to figure out what it is. "Well firstly I don't really have the informations beforehand, secondly it's very hard to obtain infos about your mother's family background because her name doesn't even exist in Korea, thirdly you can't really help me right now because once my group members see a glimpse of you in the street they're gonna kill you. You're very skilled but you can't possibly handle 6 men and lastly-"

"Just get to the fucking point! What does 'Devil's Tango' mean?!" I was already fuming, hinting that is was probably something unholy.

"Sex." He answered shortly, closed his eyes, arms flunged around his face as he tries to cover it, expecting me to hit him. I sat there, utterly shocked. This man has no fucking shame.

Well yeah I did try getting into his pants before, and I still do want to get into his pants right now but wouldn't it be weird?

Gosh what did I get myself into?

• • • •

4 days have passed but it already felt like 2 years for me, I never knew living with a handsome man would be this hard and agonizing.

It's not that he's hurting me nor insulting me, infact he's being so caring and day by day the sexual tension keeps on increasing.

To be honest, I don't get his motive at all. Why was he so interested in me? I'm a typical hoe who kills people and sells drug for a living. Not only that I'm his group's sole enemy.

I sat in my room thinking about his reason. Maybe this is a trap. After playing with me for 2 months he'll probably tell his group about me and abduct me, torture me and kill me.

Soon enough I heard a knock on the door, I expected him to be knocking at these times, with a tray of food that I like.

But to my surprise, he wasn't holding anything however his hands was tucked inside his pockets, ready to pull out something.

Which he did and those seem to be pictures. Fuck I think I know where this is going.

"I know where your mom is and I have pictures of her childhood with me." He held them up, I attempted to snatch them but he dodged my attack and pulled me closer by the waist.

"You know the drill HyeJa." Fucking hell TaeHyung.

"I'll fuck you up." I cussed at him.

"Oh please do." He smirked, it didn't take me long to realize how my words sounded to him. I rolled my eyes and took the pictures, i turned around to look at it as he continued to cling onto my waist.

In the picture, an image of my mother who was at the age of eleven with a nun, was shown. It seemed normal at first but if you look at the top right, you'll see a girl looking out the window.

She looks exactly like my mom.

"Where's my mom?" I asked. I looked to my side, where he buried his head onto my neck. He pouted as I rolled my eyes.

I turned to him once again and looked at his lips. He's so fucking tempting. "Just kiss me already you asshole." I said.

He didn't waste a second and collided his lips onto mine. He completely devoured my lips as I try to pick up his pace. He carried my ass onto the nearest wall for support and continued to ravage my mouth.

I pressed onto him, tightening my grip around his broad shoulders. He couldn't help but whimper, i smirked into the kiss and pulled out.

"Where's my mom, TaeHyung?" He was still breathing heavily, a hue of red across his cheeks which reached his ears. "Your old apartment." He replied shortly and buried his face into my neck once again.

Why is she there? And who is this girl who looks exactly like her?