collateral damage 🔞 - COMPLETE

•thirty-two•

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"I know what I know! Why are you doubting me?"

"It's too good to be true that a member of BTS was at Rush. Without photos, I can't even whisper about this story."

"Fine! I'll get the evidence. A good friend of mine works there as a hostess, and she'll be able to help."

"Get me the images, and you'll get you your money."

He ends the call, but I grin at the thought of the payout I'm about to get. I'm on my way to meet my good 'friend' who can help me get what I need. She has been hostessing there for a few months, and hid it from me at first, thinking I would judge her harshly. I don't care what she does, but I understand why she keeps this job a secret.

She's a student, and 2 nights of work, makes her more money than I make in a week at my 40 hour job. If I wasn't chubby and undesirable, I would totally do the job myself. She makes money, and gets to have sex with rich men. Sometimes the men are famous, and she always tells me about them.

I'm so jealous that Kim Namjoon fucked her. She told me every detail, and my insides burned in envy. He's been my BTS bias from the beginning, and I sell alot of information to the tabloids about him. I don't care that people call me a saesang, because I probably am. He'll never notice a potato like me, so I follow him and make money to help me buy all their albums and merch. How else could I get my hands on them?

The bell on the door chimes when I enter the cafe. My friend waves me over, and I smile as I walk to her. She looks effortlessly stunning, and I secretly hate her for it. The world is one-sided in this way. No matter what she does, she'll always get a job, a man, and friends.

"How are you?"

She's always so friendly, and I feel myself getting angry at how unfair life is.

"Hey... You ok?"

I shake my head to get out of my thoughts, and smile to her.

"Yeah... Sorry. It's just been a bad day. I have a bill to pay, and I'm coming up short... You know how it is."

I play for her sympathy, and try to get her on my side.

"I'm sorry. Is there something I can do?"

"I don't think so..."

"I could lend you some money... I don't mind."

I scowl internally at her flaunting the fact that she has money in front of me, but keep my expression happy.

"I couldn't possibly... I don't know when I'd be able to repay, and I would feel bad. Thank you though."

"Alright... I understand. If you change your mind..."

"Tell me something to take my mind off my troubles. Did Namjoon ever come back to Rush?"

"Shhhh... Not so loud..."

I wasn't being loud but I cover my mouth with my hand as if I was.

"It would make me so happy if you could get me a picture of him... Do you think you could do that? Like a real candid of him?"

She furrows her eyebrows, but I make big puppy eyes, and she nods. I'm jumping for joy inside, knowing she will do anything to cheer me up.

"I can get a clip of the cctv footage from last night. He was there for a while. I gotta tell you... He is so good... He made me cum 3 times."

She brags about screwing my bias, as my blood boils. I listen, and keep an interested, and surprised smile on my face. I hope she gets me a clip that shows he's in the club clearly. My mind goes to the money I'm going to make from this, and my smile becomes genuine. She keeps talking about him like he's her boyfriend, but I've stopped hearing her.