Now with their own cup of lemon tea, Taehyung could not help to finish it faster than the calm and firm woman sitting across from him. 

Even the living room has thin marble pillars at each corner and white leather couches are placed in the middle with fluffy throw pillows. The automatic fireplace placed on the adjacent wall was lit up minutes ago to add extra warmth amidst the pouring rain outside. Everything showed too much of the woman’s affluence for Taehyung’s liking. But who is he to say something about it. He is just a normal 25-year-old trying to even save a bit more money to pay for this month’s rent. 

She is going to be a freaking CEO of a rich corporation for God’s sake. 

Joohyun all of a sudden clears her throat, causing Taehyung to break away from his reverie and face his attention back on her. She places her teacup back on its porcelain saucer on top of the table then sits up straight on the single chair and rests her hands on both armrests on the chair. “What is it that you want from my son?”

Taehyung follows her, placing his teacup back on its saucer, and throws the woman a serious look. “Give me the chance to teach Haneul. He can read, he understands words. If I am given the chance to tutor him after classes then I’m sure that I can bring more confidence to him and let the child see that he is smart.”

Even under the dim light, Taehyung could see the growing scowl on Joohyun’s face, but she handled it well by biting the inside of her cheek and turning the other way for him to not see most of her face. “Is this your way of saying that my son is not that smart?” she asks, sounding defensive and ready to argue with the man. 

“Your son is brilliant, Miss Bae,” Taehyung clarifies with conviction. “The problem is that people don’t see it except for you, my co-teachers, me, perhaps your driver-”

“Yoongi.”

“Yoongi,” Taehyung continues, acknowledging the name. “Haneul is made for greatness and I can help him with that. I know that you are busy with your work, so I believe that as his teacher, I also have the duty to make sure that he grows with confidence built in him at this age.”

Joohyun eyes him from head to toe. To be frank, she was unsure of how this man wanted to go with things, but he looks very serious and firm with his proposal. She is not lying if she says that she has only seen him under one light and that is someone to make her lonely nights less lonely. Taehyung radiates the aura of a male escort because of his body of a Greek god, the dirty and titillating words he would whisper in her ear as his hips would mercilessly grind deep into hers, and the way he would leave her like a hot, wet, and moaning mess on the bed. If he were here for a different reason, a dirty one, Joohyun would not waste any more time as she would let him take her on the spot. 

But, no. This man is here for a noble reason and she hates how much his gaze is making her aroused. She clearly has this pent-up sexual frustration that she needs to release somehow. 

Growing unnecessarily hot, she huffs out a long breath and pops open the top button of her button-down office blouse. “You’re doing this for extra money, aren’t you?”

Taehyung could not stop himself from looking at her exposed skin near her neck. And even if it’s not that much, he knows that he has ravished such a part. He has grazed his teeth on it, licked it, and left lovebites on that area. He squeezes his eyes shut and forces such lewd thoughts away. Now is not that time for them. “N-No,” he breathes out, “it’s not like that.”

The woman places one leg on top of the other, crossing them, and slowly leans her head to the side, showing off her neck. “Sex, then?” she whispers, almost suggestively yet it also had a tone of mockery in it. 

“I said that I don’t want anything like that from you anymore,” he whispers back. 

She chuckles ruefully and throws him a jaded look of disbelief. “Come on.” She shakes her head. “I’m sure that there is something making you so adamant about wanting to help my son. Tell me what it is now.”

Taehyung swallows a lump in his throat, his nerves getting the best of him. All thoughts that were slowly turning him on are now thrown out the window. “Purpose, maybe,” he admits in a soft voice and it’s nothing but the truth. “I want to be proud of someone that I get to personally help.”

“Then you should start with being proud of yourself,” Joohyun scoffs and gets to her feet to turn her back towards the man and slowly walk a few steps away from him. Right in front of her is a wide and clear glass window where the droplets of water land from the rain falling from the sky. What the heck is with that man and that ridiculous reason? 

The corner of Taehyung’s mouth twitches up for half a second before it falls. “I believe that’s too late for me, Miss Bae.”

“Sounds like a load of bullshit.  You’re clearly young. It’s not as if it’s the end of the world for you.”

“You're young as well and-”

“Young?” Joohyun turns around to look at him in an instant. She crosses her arms in front of her and raises an inquisitive eyebrow at him. “How young do you think I am?"

Taehyung watches her carefully as she takes a few steps toward him. “26, 27 tops,” he answers, his voice trailing off with each step.

Joohyun laughs then tells him, “I'm 30. Get your facts straight.”

“T-Thirty?” He chokes out, “Fuck. I must have missed that out in the school form.” Taehyung could not believe it. This woman looks too young for her age because of her porcelain skin, graceful features, and youthful movements. He thought that this whole time, their age gap wasn’t that far apart. But it’s a mere five years and she is the one who’s older. 

“Cat got your tongue?”

The man tries to recover from the shock of finally knowing her age. Who wouldn’t be shocked like him? He has been sleeping with this woman for weeks and her erotic side in bed does not tell much of her age and who she really is.

Because of Taehyung’s silence, Joohyun continues, “This is why I’m not taking any of your bullshit when you say that it’s too late for you to do something to make you proud of yourself,” she chastises him and Taehyung is starting to not like it, “And I know that I have the right to say such things because I have gone through a lot. Taehyung, you don’t know me. You only know what I like when we sleep together and that’s it.” She sets her lips into a tight line and balls one of her hands into a fist before spitting out, “Now tell me, other than finding your so-called ‘purpose’, why do you want to help my son?”

Taehyung, having enough with how he is being treated now, replies sharply, “Because you do not take the time to do it yourself.”

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“I’m fucked, I’m fucked, I’m fucked,” he repeats, banging his head on the table he and Seungwan are sitting at in the tent bar.

Seungwan throws him a look of bewilderment then exclaims, “If you knew that you were going to feel that way then why did you let yourself enter such a situation in the first place?!”

Taehyung groans out loud, keeping his eyes closed, and props an elbow on the table for him to bury his head in his hand. Right after Joohyun kicked him out of her house, it was only then that he realized his stupid mistake. He instantly called Seungwan after to meet him up for a drink. And with how much he shared regarding the eventful night, the one bottle of soju eventually turned into seven and counting. 

“If I were her, I would have done the same thing, jackass,” Seungwan grumbles, refilling her own shot glass with soju before downing it in one gulp. 

“It was said in the heat of the argument!” Taehyung throws his other hand into the air, opening his eyes to meet his friend’s gaze. “You know that it’s true, girl, you even said so!”

Seungwan hisses in retaliation, “Yeah, but the difference between you and I is that I wouldn’t say it in front of her face.”

The man shakes his head in utter disappointment and goes back to wallowing in his self-pity. “What should I dooooo?”

His friend shrugs nonchalantly, the alcohol already getting into her head. “I don’t know. Don’t show up to work on Monday? You should be thankful that today is a Friday. If I were you, I would be on a flight straight to Canada right now.”

“I can’t speak English, Wan,” Taehyung mutters tiredly. 

“Well then, it sucks to be you. Let’s give a toast to the end of your world.” The woman refills their shot glasses with soju and Taehyung takes his glass to clink it with the other before they both down their own fills at the same time. 

The man slams the glass back on the table then lets out a loud burp. “This isn’t my first time to fuck up,” he drunkenly cries. 

“I know, I know.”

“I was on the road to finally getting my Master’s degree in education,” he continues, cradling an empty bottle of soju like a newborn baby, “But I decided to stupidly fall in love and give all my savings to a woman who left me for a man with a private jet and vacation house in the alps of Switzerland.”

Seungwan hiccups then giggles softly under her breath. “I would have left you for a man like that as well,” she confesses, going back into another fit of giggles. “I could spend most of my time at vacation houses in the different countries of Europe.”

Taehyung scowls at her and scoffs, “Bitch.”

“Douche,” the woman bites back. “You fall in love too easily! You’re swayed too easily! Those are your weaknesses and you won’t go any further if you don’t do anything about them.”

He hates how she has a point. Seungwan has been spitting out facts since day one and Taehyung despises her for always bringing in a reality check every single day. Even when they are drunk! “I hate you,” he spits out, “I hate it when you’re always right.”

Seungwan claps her hands together then opens them wide while giving him a face that is basically screaming ‘I told you so’. “Tae, I don’t have a high IQ for nothing!”

Instead of getting mad, though, Taehyung bursts out laughing and it also makes Seungwan join him with whatever those two drunk people consider as something hilarious with their current delirious state of mind.

Taehyung grabs his phone to check what time it is already. “Oh shit,” he swears, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets due to shock. “It’s late already. We need to go home.”

“Look at youuuu. You’re acting like a parent.”

“Shut up,” the man utters, his words slurred. When he starts to bring out his wallet, Seungwan places her hand on top of his, stopping it from moving any further.

“Let me be the one to pay,” she offers and Taehyung shakes his head to that.

“No, no. I invited you over, so I need to pay.”

“Tae, you need to save money if you still want to join a Master’s program. This is my treat, I got it.”

And before he could argue back, his phone in his hand started to ring. Taehyung furrows his eyebrows together and brings the screen in front of his face to read the caller's I.D. Problem is, his eyesight is blurry and reading seems to be an impossible task for him to do. 

Oh, whatever, he thought and answered the call without any further hesitation, "Talk to me, sweet cheeks."

“Yah, Kim Taehyung," the woman on the other side of the phone spits out.

His blood instantly turns cold upon hearing the familiar voice and he sobers up . “B-Bae Joohyun?” He sputters, his gut falls into his stomach. Even Seungwan almost spits out the soju in her mouth when she hears her friend say the name. 

"If you think that you can be a better parent than me then show me what you got on Monday.”

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