You took a mere two steps down the motel’s hallway, before your phone rang in your hand. You answered it without glancing at the screen, assuming that you already knew who would be on the other end.
“Hey, Namjoon.” You spoke into the mouthpiece.
“What?” Okay, maybe you didn’t know. “Where did you go?” The husky sound of Hoseok’s tired voice would have been endearing at another given time, right now it just infuriated you.
“Who cares where I went, why didn’t you pay me?” You were almost yelling now, your hands thrown up in frustration. Kibum glanced at you from the front desk, his eyes giving a warning to keep it down.
“I didn’t pay you because you left before I could pay you.” You heard rustling on his end, almost drowned out by his words.
Your eyes rolled back in your head, “Don’t give me that, you have no money to pay me with!”
The click of a lock and the turning of a doorknob caused you to whirl around; Hoseok stood in the half-opened doorway, his eyes squinting in the dim lighting as he held the phone to his ear still. “You didn’t look in the right place.”
You watched as he hung up the phone, slipping it into the pocket of his undone jeans that hung low on his hips. It was the only article of clothing he was wearing. His other hand reached out to you, a small wad of bills folded in his grasp. You felt your entire body heat up as embarrassment crashed into you like a speeding vehicle.
“Here, it’s yours.” Hoseok’s lips curled into a small smile when you took the slow steps forward to close the distance between the two of you.
You dropped your own phone back into your pocket, pulling the bills out of his fist with your thumb and forefinger. “You don’t keep money in your wallet?”
Hoseok scoffed, “Not in this neighborhood.”
He wasn’t as clueless as you had first thought.
When you pocketed the money, your fingertips brushed against his credit card that you had entirely forgotten about up until now. You chewed on your lower lip, avoiding his eyes as you pulled it out, holding it out to Hoseok on your flat palm.
He surprised you with a chuckle, propping a shoulder against the doorframe as he swiped the card out of your hand, “Not a bad form of collateral.”
You cleared your throat quietly, blinking up at him, “Nothing in life is free.”
“My dad used to tell me, ‘Nothing good comes for free,’.” Hoseok started, quickly continuing when he saw your confused–and slightly offended– expression, “So no, you’re definitely not free.”
Your mouth stretched into a grin, before you pursed your lips to the side, “You’re a lot more talkative now. You’re not scared of me anymore?”
Hoseok laughed at that, “I was never scared of you. I just tend to get bashful around beautiful women.”
“Not to mention beautiful women you get to fuck, hm?”
He snorted out another laugh, nodding his head, “Yeah, that too.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but then your ears picked up an all too familiar voice. It was distant, but you knew it too well to mistake it for anyone else’s. Hoseok’s brows furrowed when your head slowly turned to the left, towards the lobby.
I bought a tea from some gas station and I really quickly glanced at the cashier and I saw that she had her nails done and they were really long so I complimented her and she like paused and said thanks and I looked down and I realized she only had long pinky nails so I probably just complimented her for having coke nails and that’s probably why she paused before saying thanks