tangled .
he shrugs the black coat that had been losely clinging to his figure off, letting it drop down to the floor and creating a soft thud sound. taemin didnt care about keeping his clothes nice or putting them away, not when he could call one of the mades to come and do it for him. in fact taemin could probably just throw the thing away and buy a brand new one - money didnt matter to taemin and was more then open to the idea of throwing it around. especially on people, pretty people at that. so of course it was no surprise that she was already sat on the bed waiting for him.
losening his tie, his eyes closed he lets out a heavy sigh. one that probably shouldn’t come from a boy who had the world at his fingertips and a trust fund that was practically full to the brim. (he had daddy to thank for that). but it does nonetheless.
he flops down onto the bed besides her, kicking off his shoes and letting out a pleased hum all before he turns to face her. “did you wait long?” he mumbles before grabbing her wrist to pull her closer towards him. “work went on longer then expected.” a look of grimace washing over his face at the very words. as much as he loved working as a host and the freedom it gave him, he couldnt escape the problematic clients that seemed to come into the host club. “i hope you weren’t too lonely.”
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