#dirtylaundry

“May I ask why? These are new sheets.” Rose replied. 

“After I’m done with you, it will need to be.” He smirked and gently kissed Rose’s lip. 

She tasted the alcohol from his tongue. His hands crawling under Rose’s shirt to cup her breast. Rose mewed at the touch of him braising over her nipples. 5 minutes passed by as Rose was moaning with her face into the mattress; he gripped Rose by the hips and railed her. He was giving it hard to her after being stood up by his one sided love affair. He needed that relief of anger, a physical ache of bitter love. He imagined that it was her he was fucking so hard as he felt the trigger pulling up and released onto the bed sheets. Rose felt the warmth of her wetness roll down her weak legs as she fell to the side. He was a gentlemen as he grabbed some tissue and wiped it off of Rose. He breathlessly laid next to her, eyes closed. 

“I’m sorry about this…I will compensate you. Please don’t say a word of what happened moments ago.” He asked Rose. 

“Yes, Sir…” Rose replied as she buttoned up her blouse. She had to keep this job, she needed the money to pay for her college tuition. She had to show her father that she was fine on her own, she could not stand to live with her step mother. Her father was delusional in love with his mistress. Seeing this idea of love had made Rose disgusted; she had no hope for love because it was like a transaction. This fleeting moment with the VIP guest would be nothing, it was all a quick release of emotion. Rose quickly cleaned up the room and was on her way. 

She brought the dirty laundry sheets to be washed, as she over heard the girls gossip about VIP#101. He was a popular singer but a Chaebol’s son of a mistress. The women giggled as they shared stories of him sleeping with some of the women who cleaned his room. One of them starred at Rose and smirked. “I don’t think someone of that status would sleep with her…she’s a plain Jane.” They whispered amongst themselves and wondered who would be the next victim; for the record he would never sleep with the same women. It was time to go home as Rose clocked out and headed out the lobby entrance. Outside was raining as she wondered how she would head home tonight. 

“Need a ride?” His voice resonated again into her ear as she turned to see him up close. He had on a wide smile. She could not figure him out, one minute gloomy and the next smiley. Stepping back she nodded ‘Yes’. The Valet pulled up with his sport car as he opened the passenger door to let her in. She quickly got in before her co-workers recognized it was her. 

The ride was quiet, he didn’t talk much but inside Rose’s mind was filled with all the gossip of him. 

“I never introduced myself…sorry about that. Lee, Taemin.“ He replied. 

“I’m Park, Rose.” Rose replied. He pulled up to her apartment and handed her an envelope. 

“Before I forget…Please accept this.” Taemin asked her. Rose nodded as she took the envelope. 

“Thank you for the ride. I’ll be on my way now. Drive safe.” Rose replied and quickly got into the apartment. In the dark Rose watched his car still present outside, she didn’t want Taemin to see where she stayed; 2 minutes later he drove off. In the light of the moon, she pulled out the check to see how much was given to her…$7,000. She could not fathom how much she received from him; this must be pocket change in the eyes of Taemin the VIP of room 101. 

On the day Rose returned to work, she was directed again to VIP#101 by Mr. Choi. Along her way to VIP#101, she was confronted by one of the ladies. She had offered Rose to switch VIP rooms in which Rose didn’t care much and agreed. As Rose was cleaning the other room Mr. Choi barged in and scolded Rose.

“Why didn’t you go clean VIP#101 room? There was a complaint, do you know how bad that makes me look to him? I promised the best for him. GO! Right now!” 

“Yes, Sir…I’m so sorry.” Rose replied feeling flustered with how complicated a room service was being handled. Rose arrived to the scene to see the lady crouching in fear. 

“Please go in and tend to Master Lee.” Taemin’s Butler replied as he hauled off the unconscious lady. 

“Mr. Lee Taemin…Please calm down. I’m sorry there was a mix up. Please don’t get angry.” Rose pleaded as she saw him sitting in the dark corner of the bedroom. The hairs on the back of her neck risen at the sight of Taemin. 

“Rose…is that you? Why did you not come?” Taemin asked with a frail voice. 

“I’m sorry. I thought it didn’t matter.” Rose replied as she stood from a distance. 

“Why are you standing so far? Are you scared of me?” He asked looking at her. Rose saw his glowing eyes pierce into her soul. Her mind was finding words to speak despite feeling over whelmed. 

“Come to me…Please.” Taemin asked her with an arm stretched forth. Rose feared for her life and followed his wish. Rose walked up to him as he swiftly pulled her into his lap and embraced her into his arms. 

“Is everything alright? I need to clean this room.” asked Rose. 

“Tonight…Please don’t leave me. Stay with me. Or are you afraid of me? You must think I’m a monster?” Taemin muttered.  

“I won’t be afraid if you won’t hurt me.” Rose replied. 

“I promise, I won’t hurt you…” He replied but leaned in to whisper into Rose’s ear, “I will just make it sting a bit.” With a menace grin, he bit into Rose’s neck to savor the rich taste of her wine. The warm sensation of blood ran through his body making him aroused. Rose felt her arms go weak, she was drifting in a pleasurable discomfort of his tongue lapping at the wound. 

“It hurts…I feel so weak…” breathless Rose replies as she’s laid on the bed. Towering over her, Taemin kisses her lips, dipping his tongue into her for a dance. Rose could taste the richness of her blood. 

“You turn me on so much…I could not resist, forgive me.” he replied working on unbuttoning her blouse.

Rose twitches at the intensity of him latching onto her nipple. Like a hungry wolf he clings onto her while penetrating her sweet spot under the full lit moon. 

“It hurts. Please. Slower.” mutters Rose. Too weak to push him off, she intakes his deep thrust into completion. 

“Be mine.” Taemin whispers into Rose’s ears; he kisses the oozing drips of blood along her neck. 

“Why me?” 

“Because I know you. You want…what I have.” 

“You know me?” Rose feeling so weak as she gazes up at him. His eyes captivate her so much from the fallen strands of his hair. 

“Among these dirty laundry lies your escape into the night. Tell me, you want me.” 

“I want you…Please save me.” Rose replies as she watches Taemin drop a touch of his blood into Rose’s mouth. Her tongue dances along his finger from the drop of blood. Rose's eyes become dimly lit under the half moon and little does she know how this will change her world. 

End~