Taehyung POV

I walked into the coffee shop at seven fifty, unable to get there earlier, since my father had decided to wake up early today for a little morning beating. I got a black coffee, unable to really digest anything else.

I hated black coffee. I needed some sugar with my caffeine, but today I just couldn't. I made it up the stairs, which took me like ten minutes. I knew this because Jungkook walked up just as I had painfully sat down.

I removed my face mask and set it to the side, sipping my coffee and trying not to make a face at the bitter taste. "Good morning." Jungkook greeted as he sat down across from me.

"Good morning. No coffee today?"

"Ah, my friend is getting it for me."

"Your friend?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You met him yesterday. He wanted to come today and my usual 'fuck off' didn't work."

"So you actually do tell me them to fuck off?!"

"I told you, didn't I?" I stiffened as Hoseok sat across from me as well, holding two coffees in his hands. He handed one to Jungkook.

"You know, that makes me feel terrible." I said, smiling slightly.

"Well, how else am I supposed to tell those hard asses that I just want to spend a half an hour not in their company?"

I shrugged. "You're their boss. I'm pretty sure they'd have to listen to you whether you tell then to fuck off or not."

He nodded. His phone buzzed right then and he groaned. He stood up and walked away, leaving me with Hoseok.

"You okay?" He finally asked after a really long and awkward silence.

"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be okay?"

"I don't know. Maybe because you're father beat the shit out of you?"

"How do you know he's my father?" I asked. "I don't recall ever telling you that."

"I looked you up. I was curious."

"Mhmm. And what did you find?"

"Kim Taehyung, twenty three. Lives with his father and younger brother Jimin. Father is abusive, a drunkard and an overall loser. He uses you as a prostitute to buy alcohol and cigarettes, letting the landlord have his way with you when it comes time to pay the bills. The only rule he has with his clients is that they can't touch your face, because otherwise he wouldn't get payed as much as he does."

"Anything else you'd like to bring up about my life?" I asked, keeping up my poker face. I was good at it. Hiding my emotions. Just stare blankly and nobody can read you.

"Mmm...there's not much about you that I could dig up because you dropped out of school in eighth grade despite being at the top of your class. You occasionally work at the convienence store we visited yesterday to save for your brother's education. Other than that, you don't have any friends, you always wear a face mask when going out and as far as I know, you spend all day inside the crappy little apartment you call home."

"You make my life sound so pathetic." I sighed, trying to relax, but winced in pain. But I didn't let it show, carefully keeping my facial features neutral.

"It is pathetic." He said honestly. "You should leave. I'm pretty sure you'd be more than capable of taking care of yourself. From what I can tell, you are extremely intelligent and resourceful."

"I could leave..." I said, looking up at the cieling. "But then my father would only use Jimin for his sick jobs. And I would be able to take care of myself, because I could care less whether I sleep on a park bench or not for a few months before I can afford somewhere to stay, but I wouldn't even think about it with Jimin."

"Then let me help you."

"Excuse me?"

"Lie to me."

"What?"

"Tell me a lie. Straight to my face, something I would know would be a lie." I slowly lowered my head and stared at him straight in the eyes.

"I love black coffee." I stared at him while his eyes darted across my face, looking for any signs of the bluff. He smiled slowly.

"Amazing. Are you really lying? Cause I can't tell."

"Can't tell what?"

"He just lied to me...I think." Hoseok said, looking up at Jungkook, who'd come back to the table.

"You think? Aren't you like...supposed to specialize in reading people?"

"That's the best part."

"What did you tell him?" He said, turning to me.

"That I love black coffee." Jungkook snorted and turned to Hoseok.

"Lie. He can't stand eating or drinking anything that doesn't have a shit ton of sugar in it."

"Well, he'd make a great bluff then." Hoseok said. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows together.

"Wait, is that what you guys were talking about while I was gone?"

"Not exactly." Hoseok said. "But I found him to be a great bluff. You should consider it."

"Consider what?"

"Hoseok." Jungkook said warningly, completely ignoring me. "We don't even know who he is."

"I do." Hoseok said. He opened his mouth but I grabbed his collar, pulling him close to me.

"I told you not to tell anyone, especially him." I harshly whispered into his ear. He bit his bottom lip and I released him, Jungkook looking at me suspiciously.

"Let's just say he'd be perfect." Jungkook sighed and turned to me.

"You looking for a job?" He finally asked.

"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow at Hoseok. "Is that why you came?" He shrugged, smirking slightly. I turned back to Jungkook. "What kind of job?"

"Mmm...something not quite legal." He offered. I sat back on my chair, instantly regretting it and sat back up to sit straight on it.

"Care to elaborate?" I prompted.

"When I can trust you."

"That's a little sketchy."

"It's all you're gonna get."

"Fine." I shrugged. "I got nothing else to lose." Lie. But he didn't need to know that.

"How much time you got today?"

"I have all day."

"Then come with me." Both stood and I followed, moving to the car.

About an hour later, we pulled up in front of a huge building. Jungkook leads me into the building and up to the top floor, which is basically just one humongous office.

"Soooo...rich bitch?" He chuckled lowly and sat at the desk.

"Before I officially add you to the team, I'm gonna need to know a little bit about you."

"Hmm...I'm actually a really boring person. The only thing I do that's noteworthy is seeing you everyday."

"Really?" He didn't seem like he believed me. "And what happens the rest of the day?"

"Hoseok really didn't tell you?" I raised an eyebrow. "I thought he would've seeing that he works for you."

"Tell me what?"

"About me. He fully looked me up."

"Well, that'll save one step for me. I was gonna ask him to do it anyway. But I'd much rather hear it from you."

"Well, I don't really feel like telling."

"Why? I'm gonna find out anyway."

"Exactly. So why should tell you?"

"Cause maybe I'll trust you more, hearing it from you."

"I could just show you." I said. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.

"Show me..?"

"Show you everything you want to know about me." I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt. "And don't you fucking dare pity me." I said, before pulling my shirt over my head.