Sinner 4
It was already noon, but Tae Hee was only half-awake, her body still heavy from the night before. She slid her hand over the bed lazily, searching for Jungkook, the man she’d spent the night with.
Kim Tae hee (Call girl)
Jungkook?
She groaned, voice thick with sleep as she stretched, but there was no response.
She cracked one eye open, squinting around the room. It was 2 p.m., but the curtains were drawn perfectly, blocking out the sun. For a moment, she frowned—where the hell was he?
Her eyes caught sight of a note on the bedside table, neatly placed next to some medicine and a wheelchair. Tae Hee grabbed the note, still groggy, and read it aloud
Kim Tae hee (Call girl)
I’m leaving on a mission. Take the medicine and if needed, use the wheelchair.
At the side of the note was a teasing smiley face emoji, mocking her.
Tae Hee rolled her eyes and scoffed, tossing the note aside.
Kim Tae hee (Call girl)
Motherfucker.
She muttered under her breath, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kim Tae hee (Call girl)
He couldn’t leave something sweet for once?
(Imagine the shirt was a blanket which she covered over her body)
She sat up, mimicking his voice in an exaggerated, dramatic tone.
Kim Tae hee (Call girl)
Good morning, sweetheart. I wish I could’ve been there when you woke up because my day just isn’t the same without seeing you in my arms.
She laughed bitterly at her own theatrics.
Kim Tae hee (Call girl)
Yeah, right.
She scoffed again, coughing as she rubbed her temples.
Sliding out of bed, she noticed she was already dressed in comfy shorts, her body feeling surprisingly refreshed, despite the rough night before.
Kim Tae hee (Call girl)
Typical Jungkook.
She muttered to herself, noting how the sheets were clean, the bed neatly made. He always cleaned up after himself—never left a trace except for the bruises on her hips and the money in her account.
Grudgingly, Tae Hee made her way to the wheelchair, using it to support.
She grabbed the wheelchair like a life supporter, rolling her eyes again. Her legs were sore, but there was no way she was admitting that to him.
Kim Tae hee (Call girl)
Who the fuck needs a wheelchair for a little rough play?
(The one who is suffering in pain (❀╹◡╹) Guess who? )
She grumbled, wheeling herself into the bathroom.
Author
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Sinner
hahaha 😂
2024-10-11
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