“You’ve been avoiding me.”

It’s the first thing you hear after walking into your apartment after a very long day, your feet aching as you dropped your keys onto the nearby desk.

Taejoon was in your home— sitting in your living room like he belonged there —like he lived there. Your ‘job’ consisted of entertaining men in or out of clubs, and one such patron had been Taejoon.

The only issue was that he was dangerous, and you didn’t want the kind of danger that he brought in your life, so you avoided him. It didn’t matter that he had money— that he was your biggest paying client —the drugs, death, and chaos that he brought simply wasn’t worth it.

It’s why you’re so scared by the fact that he’s in your apartment. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, and you thought that’d be the end of it, but clearly you were wrong.