Arguments
“You know if you become a part of this industry people will think of you differently. They won’t see you as (y/n). They’ll see you as a dirty person.” His voice says blankly. “You think I haven’t thought of the consequences already?” I sighs out before emptying my wine glass. I place my finger to the rim, tracing it.
“You might think I’m not fit for this or that I’m too immature. Trust me, I’ve thought everything through and I really don’t have much to lose.” He looks up to me and smirks. “Well if you considered that much I guess you’ll have to do. I’ll give you a run down of everything at my office tomorrow.” He places cash next to his half empty drink before leaving.
I look up to the bartender before me. “Place it on my tab.” The ends of his hazel nut hair cover his eyes slightly. “Yah, how much longer are you going to let your tab build up? This costs a lot of money you know.” I glare at him. “Shush it Yoongs. I’m highly aware of that..once I get paid I’ll pay it off.” He grumbles under his breath as he adds three more glasses of wine to my tab.
“You know you’re brother won’t like what you’re doing.” Yoongi grabs the glass from my coaster and begins to clean it. “I know, he does the same thing but if he finds out it’s on him. Plus it’s not like you’ll rat me out.” Yoongi nods his head at my statement. “Right but just so you know, your brother likes to bring his guests here too so you should find a new bar.” He says as he grabs the other glass besides me.
I scoff as I rest my head on my hand. “That’s not going to happen. This place has the best clients for me. My brother brings his to the second story, I won’t be doing that. I won’t need a more ‘romantic’ air with them.” Yoongi sighs. “I’ll be going now, see you tomorrow Yoongs.” I wave to him before leaving my seat. I exit the bar and hail a taxi back home.
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I enter the code in the keypad then enter my house to see my brother sitting at the entry way, waiting for me. “Where have you been?” Is all he asks me. I take my shoes off and ignore him as I put my slippers on. “Why does it bother you?” I reply as I walk past him. “Oh? Am I not allowed to be worried about my younger sister? Since when is that a thing?” I turn to him as I grit my teeth. “You act like we’re years a part when we’re not. I was only born four seconds after you. You really annoy me sometimes.” His tall slender body walks over to me. “And you also annoy me.” He shoves past me to his room. I grown out in frustration before heading back to my room.
My stupid brother acts like I’m five. Now in days he gets really annoying with making sure I come home safe. I don’t even bother waiting for him after finding out what kind of industry he works in. No, he doesn’t work for a rental boyfriend industry. He’s a prostitute. He sleeps with women for money. Not that I care but we do get good money for it. We live in a big condo in Seoul that worth billions of dollars. It’s nice actually. Depending on how many girls he can get in a month depends on how much money the company pays him. Since he’s been working under his company for seven years, he can rank in about $500 to $1,000 per person.
I make it to my room and look at my outfit in the mirror. I’m honestly surprised that he didn’t even try to question the way I was dressed. I wasn’t dressed like I normally do. I was wearing a fitted skirt and a crop top paired with heels.
I undress myself in front of the mirror as I judge the way my body looks. I need to loose weight. I toss my clothes to the side and grab my half-tank top and shorts.
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I’m sitting in bed on my phone when my brother barges in. “What do you want Joon?” I ask hissing at him. His purple hair comes in my sight at the end of my bed. He sits there looking at me. “Can’t you be nice to me?” I roll my eyes as he fakely pleas at me. “Can you not baby me?” Namjoon sighs at me and I roll my eyes. “Where were you?” He asks me bluntly. “None of your business.” I say as I shut my phone off and cross my arms. “Excuse me?” I swear, how am I related to him? “I said ‘none of your business’ because it’s not. It’s not like you tell who’s bed your sleeping in or which motel your at.” I say scoffing. “(Y/n)...” He clenches his jaw as his nostrils flair.
“You know what?” I say sassing at him. “I’m glad we’re fraternal twins, if someone asks if we’re related I can get away with saying no.” I say leaving my bed. “Where are you going?” Namjoon says angrily. “Why does it matter to you? It’s not like I sleep with people not knowing if they’re a murder.” I say as I enter the hall and put my shoes on. “(Y/n)! Get back here.” He says chasing after me. “I’ll be back in the morning. I’m going to Hoseok’s.” I grab my pink hoodie and slip it on before exiting the house.
JK