Jaeho gulped the moment he entered the car as he had no idea what awaited him, the interior of the car was so much different than he thought it would be, the soft leather seats he rested his backs on.
Jaeho knew right away that whatever the those idiots had sent, it must have been something triggering.
He was scared to even look at Yura and she didn't say a word after he entered the car but Jaeho could feel every students eyes still on the car, watching and whispering among themselves.
This single interaction might change how they treated him tomorrow for better or for worse.
Not that it mattered to him as Yura didn't start the car immediately. She just sat there with hands on the steering wheel staring straight ahead.
"Jaeho," Yura finally spoke, breaking the silence.
"Why did you think it was appropriate to send me that message?" Yura questioned him right away.
"W-What message?" Jaeho stuttered as fear was the feeling that followed.
Jaeho could only guess what the bullies had sent, they did comment about her looks so it had to be something depraved, Jaeho realized he couldn't tell her what happened.
"I'm sure it couldn't be that bad…" Jaeho thought to himself.
Yura sighed upon noticing his silence and hesitation to say anything like he was second guessing everything that came out of his mouth.
She picked her phone and held it up so he could see what he had sent her or rather, the bullies.
Jaeho leaned forward and the disgust he felt the moment he read the message they had sent, he couldn't hide it.
[[Jaeho: The only job I want is to fuck and violate every inch of that banging body of yours. Stop treating me like some charity case.]]
"I promise I didn't-!" he stammered.
"That wasn't-!" Jaeho had no idea what to say, each sentence catching in his throat.
Yura looked at him and giggled but this only confused Jaeho.
"Relax," she said with her stern expression softening.
"I know you didn't send it," Yura confessed.
"You... you do?" Jaeho was shocked because if she did, why was she putting him through this.
"Of course I do," Yura said before putting her phone down.
"You're far too polite to write something like that. Besides, I could tell from the message itself, it does NOT match how you have spoken to me at all," Yura told him but she assumed it must be his friends playing some kind of stupid prank.
Jaeho didn't know what to say but he was relieved that he got the benefit of doubt.
They left the school grounds shortly after.
"Your sisters are adorable, by the way. We had a lovely chat last night when they answered your phone," Yura revealed but Jaeho already figured out they had spoken.
"What did you talk about?" Jaeho asked in a polite way.
"Oh, just about how hard their oppa works, how much they love the breakfasts you make them, how you always walk them to school." She smiled warmly.
"They are very proud of you, you know. Couldn't stop talking about what a good brother you are," Yura said with a satisfied smile but this was part of the reason she knew Jaeho didn't send that message.
Jaeho couldn't hide his cheesy smile, he always felt accomplished when he heard things like this because it reminded him that he was doing a good job.
"I just wanted to see your reaction to that message. To confirm you weren't the one who sent it," Yura said, meaning she gave him the benefit of doubt first before passing judgement.
But the way Jaeho reacted, it showed her how innocent he truly was.
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They drove through the city, the scenery gradually shifting. The apartments and convenience stores gave way to wider streets, cleaner sidewalks as they entered into the fancier parts of town.
"So," Yura said as they drove.
"Tell me about yourself. What do you do when you're not working three jobs?" Yura questioned, once again trying to break down his barrier.
"Study, mostly…" Jaeho said, once again being intentionally dry.
"... And taking care of my sisters," Jaeho quickly added.
"No hobbies?" Yura questioned with a raised brow but her eyes never leaving the road.
"I don't really have time for hobbies," Jaeho responded.
"What about friends?" Yura asked.
"Not really," Jaeho responded despite the brief hesitation.
"That's lonely," Yura couldn't see herself living such a life, at least at his age.
"I manage," Jaeho was quick to downplay it as the last thing he wanted was pity.
She didn't press further, but Jaeho could feel her gaze on him occasionally as she drove.
Eventually, they turned onto a private road lined with tall gates and high walls. Yura's car approached one of them, and the gate opened automatically. It was automated.
"This is fancy as hell." He thought to himself.
The driveway was long and the house itself was massive, two stories if some of the highest modern architectural style.
The trees were maintained perfectly by the gardeners employed here.
Yura parked in front of the main entrance and stepped out.
Jaeho followed, his eyes looking around. Even the air felt different here, cleaner, quieter.
Yura started walking toward the front door, and Jaeho followed behind her with his eyes dropping briefly to watch her buttocks.
The dream flashed through his mind for just a second to which Jaeho gulped and forced himself to look away.
"Self-control. You've got this," Jaeho whispered to himself.
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Inside, the house was even more impressive. High ceilings, marble floor with furnitures that reminded him how bad his was. Everything here was spotless, perfectly arranged but he wondered if she did all of this herself or had help.
But something caught Jaeho's eye as his eyes inspected the house.
A large wedding photo was on the wall near the entrance with Yura in a white dress, smiling beside a man. This must be her husband or rather, ex husband.
"This is a wedding picture?" Jaeho thought to himself.
Jaeho knew better than to ask questions as he tried his best to keep it professional.
"I want you to wait here in the living room," Yura said, gesturing towards living room.
"I need to change. I'll be right back," Yura said and Jaeho wasn't surprised because those clothes looked suffocating.
She went up the stairs to change into something more comfortable but Jaeho had no reason to suspect anything.
Jaeho stood in the middle of the living room, trying not to touch anything because everything looked expensive. If he broke it, he would be royally fucked.
A few minutes later, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and quickly adjusted his body language.
Yura appeared but Jaeho almost choked by what he saw.
Yura was in a skimpy black bikini that barely contained her breasts. Her hair fell over and was brushing the top of those massive breasts, a few strands slipping between them.
The thin fabric strained hard, cleavage spilling over, the soft flesh jiggling with each step, nipples faintly outlined as they bounced when she was coming down the stairs.
This was the perfect sight for any man.
"Come on," she said, heading toward the back of the house.
"The pool's this way," Yura added.
Jaeho followed, still processing what he had just seen as they stepped out into the backyward.
The backyard was huge with beautiful flowers that were landscaped with a giganitc pool in the middle.
"I need someone to clean it," Yura said, gesturing toward the pool.
"The service I usually hire is booked for the next few weeks, and I hate waiting. If you're interested, the job is yours. I'll pay ₩100,000 for today's work," Yura said.
"₩100,000?" Jaeho muttered in disbelief.
"Is that not enough?" Yura questioned.
"No, t-!hat's more than generous," Jaeho responded right away.
"Good, the equipment's in the shed over there. I'll be sunbathing so you can take your time," Yura said as she didn't want to rush him and risk him doing a bad job.
She walked over to one of the chairs, set down her towel, and adjusted her sunglasses.
Jaeho stared at the pool, then at her, then back at the pool.
This was the job and despite having no experience, it wasn't something he could pass up on, not with the pay being that good.
"Clean the pool, get paid, go home," He thought to himself, it sounded easy enough.
He rolled up his sleeves and got to work but he couldn't push what he had just seen out of his head.
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A/N: I need those power stones people!