História My Daddy - First Meeting

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- A what? - You asked again to your friend, because you thought you heard wrong.
- A sugar daddy, Hye. - She laughed.
- You gotta be kidding. - You took another sip of your capuccino.
- No, actually I'm serious. Really, look at you. You're such a hard worker, but that job almost doesn't cover your house expenses. You're a stunninly beautiful girl, but this routine is wearing you out. Look, how long has been since you've done your nails? Or got a haircut, buy some new clothes or makeup. Seriously, look at your hair...
- Okay, I got it... I look trashy. But I cannot even consider being in a relationship with a man for money.
- Hye-ah... It's really not that bad. Look, I've been with my daddy for almost two years now. We have a very discrete relationship. In the beggining I was very frightened with the situation also, but I was in a hole worse than you are right now. I got to the point of not buying food so I could pay my house bills and college, and believe me, I lived in a ve-ry cheap place. Then a friend told me to register in this site and just a few days later I met him. He was always kind and polite. He is very strict, yes, but I like that about him. He helped me a lot up until now.
- But... Does he.. Like, you two have...
- Sex?
- Well, yeah..
- Hm, not at frist. On the first time we discussed the terms of our relation I was too scared of letting he get intimate with me. I also could not imagine this kind of relationship. But with time, I could get to know him and at some point I felt the atraction.
- I really don't think of myself doing that.
- Well, you're lucky actually, because I'm serving as a mediator. You don't have to register in the site and meet someone strange. My daddy has a friend that got interested in this kind of relationship. They're partners in his company and he's a very honest, gentle and wealthy man. He might surprise you.
- How old is your daddy again?
- 50.
You frowned.
- But his partner is younger. I don't know how much, but he's definetly younger. I've only seen him once in a party. He has a very overwhelming presence.
- How he looks like?
- Well, if you want to know, guess it's better to set a date.
- You're not easy on me.
- Think about it and give me a call, I'll set things up. Come on, I have to go, I'll pay. - You both got out of the cafe.
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You got to the little apartment you lived in near college.
- Hye, your mail. - The landlord lady brought as you were about to enter.
- Thank you... Ah, Mrs. Cho... About my rent... Can I belate it a few days? My payment at work... I haven't got it yet.
- Well... If it's not longer than a week, darling...
- Yes, yes. Thank you. I'll pay you as soon as possible. - You entered the room.
It was very little. Kitchen together with living room, a separate room and bathroom. Very shabby, but clean, because you liked to keep it like that. Since you came from your country to Korea things got a little hard. The first six months were all good because you had enough money to pay for your studies as an exchange student. You spent that time studying the lenguage and also decided to make a name for yourself so it would be easier for koreans to understand, like that you chose Hye. After the exchange program ended, you were able to stay because you entered college and got a job that inicially payed for everything. But as time passed everything was getting a little expensive and your payment was not getting higher.

You laid on your bed, thinking about everything your friend said and looking at the bills that just got thru mail you sighed and ended up falling asleep.
Next day was Saturday. You woke up early and cleaned everything. In the middle of the afternoon, while reading a book, curiosity hit it's peak. You got your phone.
- No shit. - You heard your friend on the other side.
- Shut up. Ok, what do I have to do?
- Get ready, we're going shopping. Thank me later. - She hung up.
She took you to the salon to do your hair and nails. Next to buy a decent dress and shoes for dinner. 
- Okay, I called my daddy, looks like his friend will be able to meet you tonight at this restaurant. Be there at 8. She texted you the adress.
- I think I'm gonna regret this... A lot.
- If you don't like him you don't have to meet him again, it's simple. I gotta go. Good luck. - She dropped you at home.
You did your best to look presentable with the few makeup products you had and headed to the restaurant.
It was very chic and calm, little white christmas like lights were all over the cealing, bringing a kind of cozy feeling and there was a piano as ambient music. The maitre was by the door.
- Annyeonghaseyo, my lady. You have reservations?
- Ah, I don't know, actually. I'm expecting someone. I'm Park Hye...
- Let me see... - He lowered his head to the little booking list - Ah yes, please, come this way. - He guided you to a reservated room - Mr. Min will arrive soon. Would you like to order something?
- Just water, please. - You smiled shyly.
- Right away.
Some minutes passed as the maitre was gone. You looked anxiously to the wine colored transparent courtains covering the doorway of the space you were when you diverted your attention to a message you recieved on your phone. It was Sehun, a coleague from college.
"Hey, any plans for tonight? Me and some friends are going to the karaoke." - He said.
As you were about to answer the courtains moved. Letting in a mint haired man. His skin was pale white and he looked ridiculously young, and handsome.
Your eyes widened as he stood next to you.
- I apologize for my delay. You must be Hye, I'm Min Yoongi.
- Wow... - You looked up to him.
- Pardon? - He smiled.
- I-I mean, yes... Yes, I'm Hye. - You stood up to greet him.
- Shall we order? - He said while sitting.
- Yes.
After the food was served you started conversation.
- So, this must be quite awkward for you? - He smiled while drinking his wine.
- A lot actually.
- You're staring at me really hard, something bothering you? - His eyes pierced yours.
- Actually I'm curious.
- About?
- How old are you?
- I'm 29.
- Oh wow. When my friend told me you were a partner on her...
- Boyfriend?
- Guess that fits... Well, on his company, knowing how old is he, I pictured you to be older.
- Well, my father was the original partner. But he decided to retire, so I assumed his position.
- Why is someone like you looking for this kind of relationship?
- Why, you ask... - He leaned back on the chair - I don't want to have feelings involved. It's nice to have a fitted woman by my side on events and to keep company sometimes when traveling, but having a girlfriend is too troublesome. I don't want to deal with things like that.
- Why don't you go for a whore then? - You asked looking straight into his eyes.
He looked at you, impressed by the eagerness of your questions and smiled.
- Do I look like the kind of man that goes for prostitutes?
You blinked, noticing you were a little indelicate.
- No, sir. I'm sorry. - You looked down to your plate and started eating again.
He bit his lower lip.
- What about you.
- Hm? - You looked back to him.
- What brought you here tonight? Why are you taking interest in this kind of relationship. You don't look like the kind of girl that's used to this.
You lowered your fork and cleaned your mouth with the napkin.
- Actually. I'm still thinking about what brought me here. Guess curiosity was greater than my good sense. - Your face was serious.
He giggled.
- Apart from that. My financial situation it's not the best at the moment. I live in a small place, with thin walls and noisy neighboors, pay fully for my college tuition and house expenses, work in a place that pays me little, but was the only job I could get so I could stay here. Food and rent aren't getting cheaper, so I guess this was a push too.
- Still, I see hesitation in you.
- I'm not the kind of person who cares about money, but unfortunately in my current situation I'm not in power to refuse a good, and somewhat decent proposal.
- Well, we don't have to decide nothing today. - He smiled.
- Have you done this before, Mr. Min?
- Never in my life.
After dinner he drived you home.
- Thank you for the dinner. - You bowed outside of the car.
- Hye-ah.
- Hm? - You turned to face him.
- My card. Call me if you'd like to meet again.
You took it from him and nodded.
- Well, I'm off. Rest well. - You said while heading towards the stairs.
- You too.
You spent Sunday morning reflecting on every little detail. By some point you decided to leave all your fears and hesitations behind.
- Hye-ah?
- Good day. I'd like to meet you for lunch, is it possible?
- Ah, yes...
You passed the cafe adress to him.
- Okay, meet you there. - He said.