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Yu Jimin had always been the odd one out growing up.

The Yu family, whose primary business was running a vineyard, were all notoriously beautiful, handsome, and with class. She knew she didn’t fit in. 

Starting with her Father Yu Siwon who commanded the room with his tall and muscular build, hair slicked back and jaw line that screamed masculinity, her mother Yu Tiffany with long wavy hair that reached her waist, a face that could launch a thousand ships, and eyes that could stare you down and judge your whole existence, and of course her perfect Joohyun unnie who was the pride and joy of her parents, the perfect blend of innocence and femme fatale with brains. 

Being around her family added to her developing inferiority complex; they never mistreated her, but their presence alone made her feel insufficient to be even called a Yu. 

School wasn’t better either. Yu Jimin had a reputation as the ugly duckling of her family, always overshadowed by her Joohyun unnie’s achievements, both physically and mentally. She was short, scrawny, her hair always a mess, and in this wolf cut with bangs that she barely brushed, always wearing her signature oversized flannel, wide pants, and eyeglasses that covered half of her face. 

No one wanted anything to do with Jimin, especially with her trembling stutter, which usually made people uncomfortable. 

The mandatory class presentation and recitation were always the hardest. The teacher and her classmates avoided eye contact and swallowed the second-hand embarrassment when it was her turn to speak. 

Jimin stood at the front and read her notes from her index cards with unsteady hands. “Th-the former pre-president,” she stammered her way through her report, when she heard giggles from her classmates.

“What’s going on?” the teacher spoke up, drawing the class' attention.

A boy at the back answered, “No-nothing Ms Im.” A clear mockery of Jimin’s speech impediment.

The boy’s group burst into laughter, while some of her decent classmates looked at them with disgust. 

This was one of those moments where Jimin felt the smallest. She trembled, fidgeting with her sleeves as she looked around, as if asking someone to save her, until she found the watery eyes of a certain blonde girl, trying to hold back laughter. 

Kim Minjeong, her supposed childhood friend, whom she thought she could count on, was now someone who would deny they even knew each other in the first place. 

High school life sucked.

Jimin couldn’t leave the school fast enough. She just made a fool out of herself again, but in gym class this time. Her uncoordinated limbs cost her team a volleyball game and their grades, earning groans and complaints from her teammates, and prompting their teacher to call for a rematch sans Jimin. 

She was walking head down, holding her unzipped bag to her chest, shoulders hunched, just trying to be invisible, when she collided with another body, causing her to lose hold of her things as she stumbled down and fell butt-first. 

Humiliation, embarrassment, and ridicule were Jimin’s life themes after all. 

Jimin wanted to cry out in pain, but when she looked up, the other party barely moved an inch, but were looking down at her with a sneer. “Watch where you’re going. Don’t want to catch your loser cooties,” Jay, the captain of the football team, spat at her, his arms wrapped around his girlfriend, Kim Minjeong. Jay’s entourage of fellow athletes and cheerleaders stood behind the couple. 

Other students stopped in their tracks, but no one dared to help Jimin out. 

Minjeong, looking like a chick-flick antagonist wearing her cheerleading uniform, her arms crossed on her chest, snickering, “Let’s go, no sense staying here for another second.” Minjeong and Jimin made eye contact for the second time that day. 

Jimin’s eyes were seemingly asking for help, trying to look for the 5-year-old Minjeong she used to play with at the vineyard, but finding no trace of innocence, and only found contempt.

Minjeong broke eye contact, looking straight ahead as Jay guided her through the scattered books and dirty clothes on the floor. 

Jimin watched them walk by when she saw Minjeong kick something that landed on her lap. She picked it up, and it was her soiled boxers from gym class. Her eyes widened, cheeks flushed, as she tried to hide the embarrassing garment as fast as she could inside her bag.

Someone laughed out loud, igniting more cackles and snorts from the audience.

Jimin heard a whisper from the girl. “Pathetic.” As she gathered the last of her things, tears were building up, and a sob wanted to break out of her. 

Then Jimin ran as fast as her wobbly legs could take her, away from the jeers and scorn of teenage cruelty.

Correction: High school was hell. 

The floodgates that Jimin was trying to hold finally broke when she reached home. She was sitting on the porch, her things thrown haphazardly at her feet, her small frame shaking from crying, not noticing the worried looks of her mom and dad from the window, and the aged hand holding her shoulders.

“What’s the matter my dear?” the elderly voice finally broke through the haze of self-loathing.

Still sniffling, Jimin answered with a tremulous voice. “Wha-what’s wrong wi-with me? Why am I li-like this? Why do pe-people ha-hate me so much?” She finally looked at her granny Hyori through her red and swollen eyes. “Why me?” Jimin, channeling all her frustrations at her last question.

She felt warm arms embrace her and the comforting scent of peppermint as her granny held her and let her cry some more.

Jimin finally calmed down as the soothing hands rubbing her back slowed down to a pat. 

Her granny finally spoke, “Tell me what happened.”

She unloaded everything. All her frustrations, how she was being bullied because of her stutter. All her insecurities, how she wanted to be worthy to be called a Yu.

A deep baritone voice asked, “What do you want Jimin?”

She turned and was surprised to see both of her parents standing over her and her granny, her mom with glassy eyes, and her dad looking anxious instead of his usual stoic demeanor.

Siwon leaned over and took one of her hands. “What can I do?” A question that Jimin didn’t know she needed from her dad. 

“I want to be okay,” Jimin answered with more conviction. “I want to be normal.”

Her dad nodded. “Ok, let’s do that.” 

Ever since then, Jimin decided enough was enough; she moved out for college, focused on healing and re-inventing herself.

She started working out, attended speech therapy, and rekindled her relationship with her family. 

The whole family attended counseling, Jimin tried her best to open up and let her guard down, while her parents accepted and faced their guilt of neglecting their youngest daughter. It was difficult at first to overcome the awkwardness of their relationship and settle into the new dynamics of their household, but in time, they all managed to pull through.

Still, for every drop of sweat she poured for self-love, a drop of hatred and pettiness rippled for her tormentors.

Jay, Minjeong, and the list goes on. You’ll never laugh at me or look down on me ever again, never in this lifetime. I’ll show you all!

If high school was hell, college was Jimin’s salvation. Everyone loved her; she became popular for her tall, above-average physique and the way she styled herself. Jimin also prided herself on her intelligence and maintained straight A’s. 

She became more articulate and lost her stutter; her self-confidence soared, and she finally made friends. 

She became the unofficial defender of bullies, as she was a victim herself, though the irony wasn’t lost on Jimin as she took advantage of the gullible college girls and discovered the joys of sex. 

They’re all attracted to her like a moth to a flame.

Some even saw Jimin as a conquest, someone they could fix and tame, but Jimin actually enjoyed these efforts and thrived on the attention. Jimin humored these advances but never gave them the satisfaction of a relationship, breaking it off before things got serious. 

A group of students huddled at the school entrance, watching a black Dodge Viper park, and waiting for the driver to step out of the car.

Jimin walked to the school’s entrance with a swagger, looking more stylish than ever in her white Hanes shirt, leather jacket, and fitted jeans. She strolled the campus resembling a more expensive James Dean. Giggles and whispers followed her around, but this time out of admiration and from people trying to gain her attention. 

Life was good.

Soon after graduation, she found herself back at home to inherit the vineyard. 

Jimin’s crossed feet rested on her desk, her hands behind her head, as she watched the sunset from her panoramic view of the vineyard from her office windows. A glass of brandy and a file on her table made her smile; it was not the all-time high revenue report, but the resume of a certain Kim Minjeong, looking for a job.

Correction: Life was great!

On the other side of the country, Minjeong was fighting for everything she held dear. 

She soon realized that being the queen bee in school didn’t translate to corporate royalty, especially when she chose to abandon her family legacy and decided to pursue something unprecedented with the Kims: Marketing. 

Gone were the days when people flocked and tried to win her favor. In the concrete jungle, there was a clear line between prey and predator. These company animals could smell fear from a mile away and would not hesitate to stomp all over you at the first sign of weakness.

She was humbled.

Despite the odds, Minjeong triumphed and gained momentum in snowballing her career. She wasn’t, however, prepared when love got in the way.

She wasn’t even aware that the career she built with her blood and sweat could be destroyed by her budding office romance. 

Jaehyun was charming, attractive, and passionate, but most of all, he had a dimple, which was Minjeong’s kryptonite. Looking back, she had a type since these traits also applied to Jay, her high school boyfriend.

Though these boys may seem similar, the way their relationship unfolded was polar opposites.

Being with Jay was kissing in public, holding hands while walking, and dating out in the open, while her relationship with Jaehyun was discreet glances, subtle touches, and secret rendezvous, since office romance, though not illegal, was still frowned upon. Jay was easy to manipulate and followed her like a puppy, while Jaehyun held all the control, and Minjeong, this time, was the one who followed. 

Breaking up with Jay was easy; a long-distance relationship was not going to work, and their split was mutual. On the contrary, Minjeong’s breakup with Jaehyun was one of the most painful events in her life.

Jaehyun committed the ultimate act of betrayal, costing not just their relationship but also her career. 

He cheated, and his affair resulted in pregnancy. 

The worst part? He cheated with the company owner’s daughter, who had the power to ensure Minjeong was permanently out of the picture.

All things considered, Minjeong decided to go back home with her tail between her legs, ready to admit defeat and apologize to her parents for squandering the opportunity to become a doctor and for pursuing another career. To top it all off, her mother, Kim Taeyeon, arranged an interview with the CEO of the local vineyard. She knew her mother pulled some strings since Taeyeon and Tiffany had been best friends since they were in diapers. 

She was overwhelmed, leaving the career she built, went through a nasty break-up, and life wasn’t going the way she envisioned it to be, to the point that she’s about to be interviewed and may be working for the family whose youngest daughter she used to bully.

She remembered Yu Siwon, the patriarch, who made her nervous just by being in the same space. His domineering stance made the younger Minjeong shake in her boots. A passing thought made Minejong imagine his reaction if he learned how she had treated Jimin. 

Minjeong was horrible to Jimin when they were kids. Denied that she knew Jimin, treated her as if she didn’t exist, and tolerated the bullying around her. In some cases, Minjeong even initiated making fun of Jimin. She was not kind, and back in high school, peer pressure got the best of her. She acted like the stereotypical bitch cheerleader and the girlfriend of the football captain. 

She was fucked up, a rebel, and a disappointment to her parents. Deep down, she knew she acted that way to soften the blow of her family’s heartbreak, since as far as she could remember, she was dead set on pursuing another path. 

And now the prodigal daughter returned, welcomed with open arms, knowing that this was more than she deserved.

Life gave her a lesson; Every cloud has a silver lining. She was resolved to make things right, even if she needed to start from scratch again.

Minjeong was nervous before entering the CEO’s office; she kept on fidgeting and pulling at the seams of her skirt. She couldn’t mess this up; she didn’t have anything left in the city, and she needed to prove to her family that she could stand up again after that tragic career-ending breakup. 

As she crossed the threshold, Minjeong had the surprise of a lifetime: Yu Jimin was sitting behind her desk, poised and smiling. 

Minjeong’s heart dropped to her stomach for a second, torn between whether meeting Jimin was actually better than the patriarch. With Yu Siwon, she would always be nervous as hell under scrutiny, but she could pull up her professional mask. With Jimin, she had to face her past and guilt sooner than she wanted, and there was a higher chance that she would screw up the interview just because of her history with Jimin.

Jimin? The mousy, nerdy “friend” with a stutter? — That version of Jimin she remembered was nowhere in sight.

Minjeong even had to do a double-take, making sure it was actually Jimin, and this goddess of a lady was one and the same. Jimin’s mole was more pronounced and looked kissable now that the eyeglasses and bangs that used to cover her face were gone. A dimpled smile that could melt an iceberg, and her deep voice that ignited the butterflies inside Minjeong’s tummy. 

She took a deep breath and put her worries at the back of her mind, and took comfort in the smile on Jimin’s face, with hopes that her past was not coming back to bite her in the ass. 

Meeting Minjeong again after so many years almost brought the timid Yu Jimin back to the surface. The urge to look up and admire Minjeong’s beauty was strong; she looked hella good for someone who broke her heart into pieces. Not a blonde hair out of place, her blazer crisp but unbuttoned just enough to offer a peek of her chest mole, and high heels that actually accentuate the soft and curvy ass hiding under the short skirt. 

You see, Jimin would do anything to make sure Minjeong worked for her and under her.

Jimin was playing her part well, the accommodating childhood friend, extending her hand to help Minjeong kick-start her career again, the ever-merciful Jimin, who forgave Minjeong for barely treating her as human back in high school. 

Jimin admitted that she enjoyed seeing Minejong scrambling to impress her—the beautiful, high and mighty Kim Minjeong now at the palm of her hands. 

“It was nice meeting you again, Minjeong. And welcome.” Jimin handed Minjeong a pen to sign the job offer. 

Minjeong was actually surprised that Jimin was holding a pre-drawn contract; her eyes almost popped out of her sockets when she saw that the salary was double of what she asked for. Minjeong signed it immediately, and she slid it back to Jimin.

Jimin, satisfied that Minjeong had signed everything, stood up and offered her hand for a handshake.

Minjeong, happy and giddy at the new opportunity, extended her hand; however, everything shattered when Jimin suddenly pulled her close, causing Minjeong to lean in and meet Jimin halfway, their faces inches apart. 

Jimin’s soft and accommodating expression suddenly turned sour and diabolical. “Stupid of you not to read the fine print. Welcome to hell, Kim Minjeong,” Jimin sneered at Minjeong.

Minjeong, in a trance, was back at her car and staring into nothingness as she re-read the contract. The legal and binding document she just signed included a 1-year bond, and the penalty for breach of contract was ten times her annual salary.

But what made Minjeong break into a cold sweat was the clause. “The employee will attend to the employer’s needs whenever, whichever, and however the employer deems fit, and not limited to the employee’s job scope and responsibilities.”

Minjeong was fucked.

Jimin wasn’t kidding when she welcomed Minjeong to hell.

Minjeong barely had time to breathe before Jimin called her for another menial task. Minjeong found herself running around the vineyard, overseeing the fields, then running back to hunt and scour the basement for a document that Jimin would review for three seconds before putting it down and asking for another. 

“Just give me a list of the documents, and I can find them all at once, Jimin,” an exhausted Minjeong pleaded to Jimin.

Jimin smirked. “Tsk, that’s Ms. Yu to you, Ms. Kim.” Jimin rounded her desk and stepped closer to Minjeong, looking down on her and feeling cocky with their height difference. “Where is the fun in that? Now get back to work, Ms. Kim, time is ticking.” Jimin actually had the gall to tap her watch.

That fucking Cartier Tank watch didn’t have the right to make Jimin’s wrist that attractive. 

Minjeong wanted to slap the arrogance out of Jimin’s annoying and kissable face. With a huff, Minjeong stomped out of the office, Jimin calling out to her. “Drop the attitude, Ms. Kim, or I might just ask for another document.”

Minjeong slammed the door, leaving a laughing Jimin behind.

The torture continues. Oh, what a delight it was for Jimin to see the scowling and angry face of Minjeong every morning. 

And just when Minjeong thought she had enough, Jimin would continue her stream of torment and kick it up a notch. Every day, there was a new task added to her growing list of responsibilities, the latest being Jimin’s driver from home to office, a personal chef who could cook breakfast every morning, and a mobile barista who could prepare her iced Americano at any time of the day.  

Jimin was the epitome of The Devil Wears Prada (a devil that looked phenomenal wearing Prada- damnit!), and Miranda Priestly personified, if not the younger and hotter version. 

Minjeong screamed at her pillow one night and slapped her cheeks because she had no one to blame but herself for being in this predicament. 

She grabbed the contract, cursing it to the depths of hell, when something caught her attention. She sat up, then a smile started gracing her lips before booming to a full-blown laugh.

At last, she found a loophole. 

“You’re messing with the wrong bitch.” She vowed that if she was going down, then she would take Jimin with her. To think that Minjeong initially felt remorse and was planning to apologize to Jimin, with or without the job offer. 

Minjeong refused to suffer in silence anymore and decided to fight back.

All bets were off, let the games begin, Yu Jimin.

The next morning, for the first time since she started working at the vineyard, Minjeong woke up with a smile. The sun was shining, birds chirping, and a solid plan was in place and in motion. She was giddy over the fact that being a corporate slave for the past few weeks finally had its perks, and that was knowing your boss’ preference like the back of your hand.

Three things Jimin could not stomach: cilantro, eggplant, and sweetened coffee.

Breakfast? Minjeong made sure to sneak bits and pieces of cilantro into her sandwich, causing Jimin to wretch and cough up her food. Lunch meeting? Minjeong ordered eggplant fritters with extra batter and served them alongside Jimin’s tempura, camouflaging them on the plate of fried goods so when she bit into one, she almost spat it in a VIP's face. 

The usual iced americano? Minjeong poured at least three packets' worth of sugar, making Jimin wince as she took her first sip.

Minjeong was trying her best not to crack up when she caught the seething gaze of Jimin, her face so red it looked like steam was about to come out of her ears.

The day was barely over, and Minjeong could already smell victory. 

A fuming Jimin walked and stepped closer to a very amused Minjeong. Her heady scent of blackberry, honey, and whiskey made Minjeong light-headed.

Jimin whispered with gritted teeth. “Never ever prepare my food or beverage again, understood?”

Minjeong responded with a mock salute and a teasing tone. “Roger that, Ms Yu.”

Yet again, for the first time since working at the vineyard, Minjeong went home smiling with a skip to her steps. 

How the tables have turned. Minjeong admitted that she was getting addicted to riling up Jimin, and it was starting to feel like her favorite pastime. She had one more ace up her sleeve, and tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

If there was one thing Jimin despised in the workplace, it was definitely incompetence.

Minjeong witnessed managers being demoted, suspended employees, and staff being laid off for failing to meet Jimin's standards. She also realized that Jimin, despite their bitter past and feud, would never hire her if she were deemed to be inadequate. She was banking on this last-ditch effort to finally get out of this hellhole.

Jimin’s schedule was never this packed. Minjeong made sure to cram all her meetings for the week into two days, to the point that Jimin needed to sprint for a pee break to make it to her next appointment.

In important meetings, Minjeong would make it a point to call their clients with the wrong name, or arrange the wrong presentation, causing delays to everyone’s already tight schedule.

Jimin’s exasperated, “Ms. Kim!” almost popped a vein after shouting from her office door. 

Alas, the tipping point Minjeong was waiting for finally happened, and with a devilish smile, she entered with all the ease in the world.

Be the ultimate menace for Jimin: mission accomplished. 

“Yes, Ms. Yu?” Minjeong answered with fake sweetness. 

“Stop these games, now!” Jimin was breathing hard, trying to rein in her temper.

Minjeong dropped her smile, walked to Jimin, and grabbed her by the collar. Jimin needed to bend down to see Minjeong at eye level. “You listen here, Yu Jimin, I am not your servant. High school was a bitch. It was a decade ago, and karma caught up to me; fucking let it go.” Jimin could taste Minjeong’s breath, and Jimin couldn’t decide if she wanted to pull away or kiss Minjeong senselessly.

But Minjeong was not finished: “If you want to stop this, you can terminate the contract and bond, and perform a breach of contract.” Finally letting go of Jimin’s collar, Minjeong poked Jimin’s chest. “Now you owe me the penalty money.” Minjeong felt smug now that she finally had Jimin’s ass; the contract didn’t state that the penalty and breach of contract apply only to the employee; it also applied to the employer. 

Jimin was slack-jawed, and couldn't believe her oversight. She cleared her throat, “Nicely done, Ms. Kim, but don’t think for a second that this is over.” As Jimin straightened her clothes that were creased when Minjeong grabbed her.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less, Ms Yu.” Minjeong walked out, her hips swaying, finally getting the upperhand.

Jimin appreciated the sight and laughed incredulously, “Oh, it’s on Kim Minjeong.”

The final battle between Yu Jimin and Kim Minjeong boiled down to power struggles and sexual tension.

And a bit of pride, because neither one wanted to quit. The Yu’s and Kim’s were filthy rich and could actually pay the penalty, but both refused to give in.

They were now in a meeting to close a deal with a client; Jimin and Minjeong were at each other’s throats, and their client needed to come between them. “Why don’t we all take a break?” As if on cue, someone came in with drinks and snacks.

It only got worse. Jimin was watching Minjeong flirt her way, brushing her hands on Mark Lee’s arm, laughing at the corniest jokes. “I haven’t laughed like that in years.” Minjeong wiped a stray tear to prove her point. 

Mark excused himself to answer a call, and once the door was closed. Jimin couldn’t hold it in. 

“What a load of crap.” Jimin scoffed before continuing. “Is this the skill you’re so proud of? Flirting and a mediocre proposal?” 

Minjeong, with daggers in her eyes, and her wounded ego answered, “You’ll thank me once he signs the deal, and don’t worry, I reviewed it thrice with the lawyer, making sure there were no more mishaps.”

Neither of them noticed they actually moved closer, both leaning, and their faces mere inches from each other. Minjeong glanced at Jimin's eyes before landing on the mole underneath her lips, and Jimin, realizing where Minjeong was looking, licked her lips. 

A loud bang echoed when Mark opened the door with too much force. Jimin and Minjeong pulled away just in time, and only then did they realize how close they were before Mark entered. 

“So where do I sign?” Mark chirpily asked, and Minjeong smirked at Jimin, as if saying, See? I told you so.

Jimin knew she was being a jerk, but she couldn't help but rain on Minjeong’s parade after a successful deal.

In typical Jimin fashion, she asked Minjeong to present another proposal tonight, beyond working hours. Still taking a dig at Minjeong’s skills, Jimin said, “Just tell me if you need a few more days, I’ll understand,” with a challenging tone.

And in a typical Minjeong fashion, she answered with gritted teeth. “But of course, Ms. Yu, I’ll have it ready tonight.”

It was 8 o’clock, and both were exhausted, but their pride wouldn’t let them back down. Minjeong started preparing by turning off the lights and turning on the projectors. Jimin was seated at the end of the table, playing with her pen, which Minjeong found attractive but would never admit to.

After going through almost a hundred slides, the presentation was over by 9 o’clock. 

Finally done, Minjeong cheerfully started packing up, overjoyed that Jimin couldn’t nit-pick her presentation. Jimin finally acknowledged Minjeong’s competency and decided to call it a night.

Minjeong, humming and in a pleasant mood, accidentally dropped some of her things, then, as she bent over to pick them up, a hand suddenly gripped her waist, and then another started caressing her ass.

A gasp left Minjeong, and she straightened up. She turned around only to come face-to-face with the lustful gaze of Jimin. The lights were still out, the room was still dim, and the only illumination came from the projector's blue light. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Minjeong hissed; she felt the excitement through her veins, but refused to move until Jimin answered her.

“I have enough of you flaunting that ass in your tight skirt, day and night.” Of course, Minjeong knew that Jimin was fond of her ass, so she started investing in short skirts and heels, and she also took a liking to buying lingerie just so she felt powerful on the inside. 

Minjeong always caught  Jimin gazing at her from behind whenever she walked away. At a certain point, Minjeong made sure she was swaying her hips just to give Jimin a show. 

Minjeong swallowed a lie. “What makes you think I’m flaunting these for you?”

Jimin’s eye flared and pulled Minjeong close. “So for whom? For Mark?” 

As Jimin's jealousy seeped through, Minjeong enjoyed the power and reeled from the advantage. Minjeong whispered seductively, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Fuck it!” Jimin cursed before capturing Minjeong's lips in a searing kiss. 

Minjeong’s arms wrapped around Jimin’s neck, and then all of a sudden, she yanked Jimin’s head.”What makes you think you can kiss me?” Still panting, it took every ounce of Minjeong’s strength to stop the kiss, but she needed to establish who had control here. 

“The hell I can’t?” Minjeong found herself carried and laid on top of the table, her arms tightened their grip on Jimin’s neck, and her legs wrapped around Jimin’s waist.

Before Minjeong retaliated, Jimin kissed her again. When Minjeong tried to open her mouth to give Jimin a piece of her mind, Jimin used it as an opportunity to slip her tongue inside Minjeong’s mouth. 

A kiss so lewd and wet that Minjeong couldn’t help but moan. Minjeong forgot why she wanted to stop the kiss in the first place. 

Jimin was groping Minjeong’s breast and grinding her hard-on against Minjeong’s center. They both gasp to take a breath, and Jimin proceeded to suck and lick at Minjeong’s neck, while Minjeong had her eyes closed from sensory overload. 

Minjeong heard Jimin unzip her pants, then slid her hands to pull Minjeong’s panties to the side. Then, without warning, Jimin entered Minjeong’s pussy. Jimin groaned, “So fucking tight, ugh!”

Minjeong felt the delicious stretch and realized that Jimin was definitely bigger than her ex. Then Minjeong abruptly pulled her hand back and slapped Jimin across her face. “What the hell is that for?” Jimin screamed as she bit back the pain. 

“Condom, you idiot!” Minjeong exclaimed, still in her right mind to remember contraceptives.

Jimin knew she didn’t have one in her person, “I never had sex without it before.” As if a form of assurance, and trying to hold the urge to thrust her hips. “Are you on the pill?” A sense of clarity fell upon Jimin, not wanting this escapade to result in an unwanted pregnancy. 

Who was she kidding? Jimin would probably take responsibility and step up if Minjeong got pregnant. For a split second, Jimin imagined Minjeong, full of her child, with her hands pressed against Minjeong’s belly, her smile full of wonder as she waited for another kick from the baby.

Jimin snapped back to reality when Minjeong answered. “I have a patch.” 

“Good enough for me.” Then Jimin held Minjeong’s jaw, angling her face to keep eye contact.”And that is the last time you’ll stop me from fucking you.” Jimin muttered with complete dominance. 

Minjeong whimpered, finally submitting to Jimin. A surge of arousal flowed out from Minjeong, and Jimin felt it. Jimin started thrusting and moving her hips, her hands no longer holding Minjeong's jaw, but her eyes still not breaking the gaze. 

“Yes, right there.” Minjeong moaned in pleasure. 

Jimin pounded harder. “You like that, huh?”

They were technically still fully clothed, but that made it more thrilling, knowing that they were fucking in the meeting room, when not even hours before, people were sitting and conducting deals. “Oh god.” Minjeong felt Jimin bunch her skirt to her waist, then pulled her legs apart, and straightened it to a “V”.

Jimin was still rutting and never losing her rhythm. The new angle created a new sensation, causing Jimin to lose it. “So fucking good, Minjeong!”

Minjeong felt a pang in her chest when Jimin called her by her first name, and not in the usual condescending Ms. Kim.

What if Jimin felt the same way? 

Testing the waters, Minjeong called out. “Jimin, give me more.” And right on the mark, Jimin puffed out a breath, released one of Minjeong's legs to hang limply on the side, and the other leg folded where Minjeong’s knee was almost touching her shoulder.

Jimin’s mouth sought out a kiss. “Say that again.” Eyes hooded and blissed out. 

“Mhmmm, Jimin baby.” Minjeong couldn’t help herself; she was experiencing ecstasy as Jimin, fueled by the endearment, hammered faster and harder.

Minjeong, feeling her climax was close, hugged Jimin and bit her earlobe. “I’m cumming.” As she moaned right into Jimin’s ear. At the same time, Minjeong’s inner walls started fluttering and squeezed Jimin’s cock, which also triggered Jimin’s release. 

With a guttural moan, Jimin held Minjeong’s waist tightly, releasing everything inside. “Take it, take it all, Minjeong!” Jimin kept rutting, then her hips slowed, finally coming to a stop.

You could hear panting breaths, then the smacking of lips as Jimin claimed Minjeong’s mouth again. “We’re not done here.”

Minjeong, still out of breath. “Famous last words, Ms.Yu.”

The sun was setting, signaling the end of the day, and most of the employees at the vineyard were ready to go home when Yu Jimin burst out of her office door, screaming. “Ms. Kim!”

The employees, used to it, didn’t even flinch; everyone continued packing up and saying their goodbyes, getting ready for the weekend.

Minjeong smiled to herself, then fixed her poker face before standing up from her desk, fully aware of why Jimin called her to the office.

Some employees followed Minjeong’s figure as she walked to the lion’s den. “Poor soul.” They shook their heads in unison, then exited the office.

Jimin was seated and waiting at her desk when Minjeong finally entered, making sure to lock the doors before strutting towards Jimin.

As Minjeong neared, Jimin raised a hand, something caught between her fingers.

There, dangling between Jimin’s fingers, were Minjeong’s panties, which she left in Jimin’s drawers during lunchtime. Minjeong then hopped onto the desk to take a seat, facing Jimin.

“Took you long enough to find them,” Minjeong teased.

Jimin raised an eyebrow, then sniffed the panties in her hand. “Mhmm, delectable, but I think I want to smell from the source.” 

Minjeong, aroused with her signature skirt already bunched up to her waist, spread her legs, revealing her bare and wet pussy. Jimin massaged Minjeong’s thighs before diving right in. Jimin’s tongue started taking long licks of Minjeong’s slicked cunt before sucking on Minjeong's clit. 

Minjeong took hold of Jimin’s head, relishing in Jimin’s talented mouth and letting out a moan. “All for you, baby, lick it all.”

Jimin’s hard-on was straining in her slacks, completely enraptured by Minjeong’s taste. Jimin added a finger to fuck Minjeon’s pussy while her mouth focused on Minjeong’s clit.

Jimin started licking in circular motions, then added her middle finger, trying to hit that spot that made Minjeong go crazy. “That’s it, Jimin~” Getting the reaction she wanted from Minjeong.

Minjeong, half dazed, sweat pooling under her breasts and back, mouth slacked, was watching Jimin eat her pussy like it was her last meal, with her eyes closed, cheeks tinted pink. Minjeong loved that the great and powerful Jimin was on her knees, servicing her.

“Stick your tongue out, Jimin,” Minjeong commanded. Jimin stuck out her tongue, then opened her watery eyes from the strain in her jaw. 

Minjeong started grinding her hips, making sure her clit rubbed against Jimin's tongue. Jimin’s fingers never stopped pumping, then Minjeong sighed in pleasure.“One more finger.” And soon the ring finger joined Jimin’s forefinger and middle finger. 

Scissoring inside, stretching, and filling. Minjeong rolled back her eyes with a groan.

Jimin’s fingers were moving faster in and out, curling at the right spot and angle, the squelch from Minjeong’s pussy was getting louder and wetter.

Minjeong was delirious with pleasure. “Ugh! So fucking good!” Then, without warning, Minjeong climaxed and squirted right into Jimin’s gaping mouth.

Jimin lapped everything as if having her first drink after wandering the desert. She stood up and unbuckled her belt.

Impatient and with lust taking over, Jimin pulled her pants down to her knees, then aligned her rock-hard cock to Minjeong’s still puffy pussy.

Jimin didn’t give Minjeong time to recover and started thrusting, wrapping Minjeong’s jelly legs around her waist, then an arm hugging Minjeong’s torso, holding her up, and Jimin's other hand holding Minjeong at the back of her head to Jimin’s neck. 

Jimin felt like she was fucking a rag doll, Minjeong, without strength, and her weight fully resting on Jimin’s front. 

Minjeong could barely move a muscle, but she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her every time Jimin pushed her length inside of her. 

With the final roll of Jimin’s hips, she released inside Minjeong.

Jimin, euphoric, found Minjeong’s lips and kissed her in gratitude.

No one knew about their arrangement, as far as everyone was concerned, Jimin and Minjeong hated each other. Their mothers, Tiffany and Taeyeon, already lost hope in helping their daughters make amends.

If only they knew what was happening behind closed doors.

Enemies with benefits, as some would call it.

It was actually easy to keep the facade, if there even was one in the first place, despite fucking like rabbits nonstop; Jimin and Minjeong still fought like cats and dogs.

Jimin would try to question all of Minjeong’s projects, then make Minjeong run errands beyond her scope, and Minjeong clapped back by messing with Jimin’s schedules, or sometimes, during sex, Minjeong would edge Jimin until she begged and apologized.

In fact, this push and pull was Jimin and Minjeong’s foreplay in some fucked up way.  

Add jealousy into the mix, and you have two nut cases.

Minjeong was deranged and would publicly stake her claim if anyone flirted with Jimin.

Minjeong and Jimin finished an important meeting and decided to have dinner outside. They were in the middle of their meal when a server appeared with a cocktail and set it before Jimin. Jimin looked up, baffled. “We didn’t order that.” 

The server then pointed to the other table. A lady with ruby red lipstick, in a halter dress, the neckline so low it left nothing to the imagination.

She was pretty, Minjeong was willing to admit, then the lady raised her glass for a toast and winked at Jimin before signaling to her cocktail.

Jimin and Minjeong looked and saw a name and a number written on the napkin that served as the drink's coaster.

Lia XXX123

This fucking whore. Insults flew from Minjeong’s mind, and if looks could kill, the lady “Lia” would have dropped dead this instant.

This won’t do. Minjeong asked Jimin to go to the restroom and to stop asking questions. 

Jimin sighed and did as she was told, too scared to complain as she felt the vitriol seeping out of Minjeong.

When Minjeong saw Lia standing up to follow, she hurried to catch Jimin before she closed the restroom booth, but walked slowly enough for Lia to see Minjeong enter with Jimin. 

Minjeong saw the shock in Lia’s expression before she closed the door with a resounding click. 

Minjeong pushed Jimin to the door before kneeling, and the good thing was that they were in a posh restaurant, somehow keeping Minjeong’s disgust at bay.

She rushed, unbuckled Jimin’s belt, and pulled out the limp cock. Her mouth, not wasting time, sucked the head, causing Jimin to bang her head against the door. “Minjeong, what has gotten into you?” Jimin moaned as Minjeong started stroking her length, which couldn’t fit into Minjeong’s mouth.

Jimin is mine, the mantra kept on playing in Minjoeng’s mind as she suckled and bobbed her head.

Minjeong released Jimin’s cock with a pop, her hands still stroking. “Who's making you feel good, Jimin?” 

Jimin moaned a “You,” while looking down on Minjeong. 

Minjeong, not satisfied, played with Jimin’s balls. “Say my name.”

“Minjeong,” Jimin said her name in a sigh. 

Not enough, Minjeong insisted, “Louder, Jimin,” before taking the head of Jimin’s cock again in her mouth. Minjeong’s hand groping Jimin’s ass, pulling her, as if telling Jimin it’s okay to fuck Minjeong’s mouth. 

And so Jimin did, Minjeong slackened her jaw, and loosened her throat, her tongue swirling every time Jimin's cock went in, her lips wrapped around her teeth, making sure it would not touch Jimin’s rutting dick in her mouth. 

“Minjeong!” Surely that was loud enough for the whore to hear Jimin scream Minjeong's name. 

The sound of sucking, licks, and moans echoed in the tiled walls of the restroom. Jimin, knowing she was close, gripped the back of Minjeong’s head, and Jimin started stroking her cock, the head aimed at Minjeong’s mouth. 

Jimin almost fainted at the sight before her, Minjeong kneeling in complete submission, messed up hair, eyes blown, looking up at her, tongue out, waiting for her cum.

Jimin released right into Minjeong’s waiting, thirsty fucking mouth. Jimin rubbed her cock at the splattered cum on Minjeong’s upper lip and cheeks, then tucked her dick to Minjeong’s still agape mouth, making sure Minjeong swallowed everything, not a drop wasted. 

“Clean me up before you get your reward,” Jimin ordered in a hoarse voice.

Jimin then helped Minjeong freshen up and kissed her. “If this is how you’ll react when someone buys me a drink, I hope they get me a full bottle next time.” 

Minjeong’s anger flared up again, and she held Jimin’s balls as a threat. “Careful, Jimin, shut up while I’m still in a forgiving mood.”

Jimin squeaked out a “Yes.” 

They went back to their table, the check already prepared, as if the restaurant wanted them out of there. Minjeong peeked at the spot where Lia was supposedly sitting and saw that it was now empty. Satisfied, Minjeong pulled out a hundred-dollar tip while Jimin settled the bill. 

Jimin and jealousy didn’t mix well. She already went ballistic when she saw someone send Minjeong flowers at the office before. She grabbed the bouquet from the delivery guy before it reached Minjeong’s waiting hands, took a quick peek at the card, then threw it in the trash. Without missing a beat, she carried Minjeong to her office table and fucked her thoroughly until the jealousy was flushed out of her system. 

With a spent voice, Minjeong said, “You’re well aware those flowers were from a client, right?”

Jimin hummed and answered with a tone of finality, “I know, that’s why I’m cutting all business ties with Jaemin from SM Enterprise, they have  shitty management anyway.”

She couldn’t help herself when anyone looked or even came near Minjeong. Logic and reason were thrown out the window, replaced with possessiveness and wrath. 

Jimin’s growing obsession and affection were getting out of hand, but hopefully, she could suppress these urges in the gala hosted by the vineyard held at the Yu’s main house, a routine campaign to retain rapport and get together with the VIPs. 

Everyone was there, from their employees to their families, and even the Yus and Kims were all present.

Jimin wanted to pull her hair, stressed as she watched Mark Lee make a move on Minjeong. Turns out, Taeyeon knew the Lees and was trying to set Minjeong up on a date.

Unacceptable, totally and irrevocably unacceptable. Jimin’s knuckles were so white, and her grip on her glass tightened every time Mark attempted another corny joke to make Minjeong laugh.  

Jimin knew she shouldn’t make a scene, but she already imagined multiple ways to bash the man’s head against the nearest wall. Realizing her train of thought, Jimin shook her head and decided she needed her cigar to relax and some brandy to loosen up. 

When Mark excused himself, another asshole stepped in and started talking to Minjeong, while Jimin missed her chance to claim her attention, since she was on the other side of the room. 

There was something familiar about this asshole, though. Jimin went closer, but then she suddenly recognized Jay.

One of her high school tormentors and Minjeong’s ex-boyfriend.

Jimin saw red and tasted the bitter bile in her mouth. Watching Jay talk to Minjeong was worse than she could have imagined. Unpleasant memories from high school were threatening to resurface, making her head spin.

She still saw Jay as a bully, the way he stood, his cocky body language, the way he ogled Minjeong and stared at her like a puppy whose owner just arrived with treats. He hadn’t changed one bit since she last saw him. 

But when she looked at Minjeong, a vision in her white dress, her hair up, showing off her dainty neck and collar, which Jimin loved to pepper with kisses. In Jimin’s eyes, Minjeong was no longer just her childhood playmate; gone was the mean, cattish teenager who used to make fun of her; the bratty, narcissistic cheerleader had grown into a mature, wholesome, and talented woman whom Jimin recognized as someone she couldn’t live without.

Here in the middle of a crowd, slightly inebriated and dazed, Jimin had her epiphany. 

She needed to get Minjeong alone and finally confront the feelings that were left unspoken for some time now. 

She bided her time, her eyes focused on one goal, and just zoning in on Minjeong. Jimin’s gaze never left her, like a predator hunting for its prey.

She barely acknowledged her mother, Tiffany, when she approached with a friend's daughter in tow.

“Splendid what you did with the vineyard, Jimin. I would love to have dinner with you sometime, maybe to discuss a venture? Or just getting to know each other.” But everything fell on deaf ears as Jimin's attention was stalking someone who exited the ballroom and walked towards the garden.

“Lovely to meet you too, my regards to your mom,” Jimin said. The girl's face and name didn’t even register with Jimin.

Then Jimin bolted out of there, panicked when she almost lost sight of Jay and Minjeong. 

She found them by the fountain, Minjeong looking ethereal beneath the moonlight and the stars, while Jay, the demon spawn, was ruining the view.

Jimin hid in one of the bushes, trying to eavesdrop. Jimin heard Jay say, “Looking good, Minjeong.” Jimin scoffed, what do you expect from a jock whose vocabulary consisted of cooties back in high school?

“Thanks.” Minjeong smiled, not reaching her eyes, and recounted why she found exile in the gardens in the first place. 

Tired of the monotonous small talk from men trying to get inside her pants. She was planning to greet Mark simply, but got stuck when Taeyeon formally introduced him as the son of her friends. Minjeong got rid of him by stating that the head of the Yu family was Yu Siwon, so he could try to suck up to him. Mark, giddy with the new information, started looking for Jimin’s father. Sucker, Jimin was the only decision-maker now. Siwon gave up his veto rights upon retirement. 

Then Jay surprised Minjeong with his appearance, Minjeong memorized the guest book and the invites at the top of her head, and she knew Jay’s name shouldn’t be there. Apparently, one of the leading distributors couldn’t make it, and Jay worked for that company, so they appointed him as the proxy when they learned he went to school with the current vineyard’s CEO. 

Minjeong decided to get some fresh air, with Jay trailing behind her, when she noticed in her peripheral vision that Tiffany had brought someone to introduce to Jimin. Minjeong couldn’t bear to watch Jimin mingle, knowing Tiffany was setting Jimin up with the girl.

What was up with their moms playing matchmaker tonight?

Minjeong’s attention went back to the man in front of her.

Jay stepped forward, invading Minjeong’s personal space. “Can you believe that loser Yu Jimin actually runs the vineyard?”

Minjeong felt a vein in her forehead pulse at the insult. Looking at Jay now, Minjeong’s taste in men was atrocious. “What about it?” 

Minjeong swore one more slander out of that mouth, and he was going to regret meeting her again. 

“Nothing, just making small talk.” Jay gave his matinee smile, then held Minjeong’s hand, raising it to his lips for a kiss. 

Minjeong froze; she could not believe that someone she found attractive before could now be repulsive to her. She took her hand out of Jay’s grasp, then felt a presence approach from behind. 

Jimin was hostile and livid; she could take the insults, which were nothing new to her, and she was self-secured now that it didn’t affect her anymore. It was a different story when Jay suddenly stepped closer and had skin-to-skin contact with Minjeong.

Seeing Jay, Jimin always thought that she would be out for blood and vengeance, or at least give him a taste of the humiliation she experienced back in high school. 

But never in this scenario, never did Jimin imagine she would do it for Minjeong’s sake, never in Jimin’s wildest dreams did she want to crush Jay and beat him to a pulp for touching what was hers.

Minjeong is mine. 

Jimin came out of the shadows, taking measured steps, and with her ears ringing from rage, she finally reached Minjeong when Minjeong took her hands out of Jay’s grasp.

Minjeong visibly relaxed as the familiar arms wrapped around her waist, tilting her head to the side to give access, waiting for a kiss that she knew would come. 

Jimin didn’t disappoint; she kissed Minjeong’s neck, then her temple, then her lips as Minjeong turned her head further to the side, Jimin’s eyes never leaving Jay’s startled ones.

“What the hell is this?” Jay exclaimed as he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Jimin spat at him. “Are you dumb? What does it fucking look like?” Jimin’s arms tightened around Minjeong, while Minjeong rubbed her palms on Jimin’s arms, trying to calm her down.

“This is insane,” Jay said as his arms flailed around from shock, trying to wrap his head around the image in front of him. “Impossible, how can you be with Minjeong when she also made high school miserable for you?” 

Jimin stiffened. The answer to that belongs only to Jimin and Minjeong. “None of your business, and you’ll also be out of business along with your company if you don’t scram right this second.”

Minjeong spoke up with the final warning. “I’ll have you thrown out if you don’t leave now.”

The place was deserted of guests, but you could hear footsteps and white noise from the walkie-talkies of the security personnel patrolling the area.

Jay had proven time and time again how stupid and vile he could be.”Tell me the truth, Minjeong. Were you hooking up with Jiminie-stuttery to help you patch up your scandal from the city?”

Jimin snapped, she moved like a blur, and pounced on Jay, punching him square in the face. They both fell to the ground upon impact, but Jimin was agile enough to move on top and resumed punching Jay to his stomach, his shoulders, his face, and anywhere else Jimin could hit. While Jay was struggling to dodge and tried his best to roll Jimin off of him. 

Minjeong screamed. “Jimin, stop it, please, he’s not worth it!”

Jimin heard Minjeong’s plea, distracting her from the task at hand. Jay managed to land a punch to Jimin’s shoulders, allowing him to escape from her hold and stand up.

Rubbing his tender jaw, Jay spat out blood from his mouth and was not done with his dumb comments. “How do you find my sloppy seconds, Jiminie?” Adding fuel to Jimin’s fury.

The guards rushed to the scene when they heard the commotion and were just in time to stop Jimin from attacking Jay again.

Minjeong went to Jimin, trying her best to calm her down. 

Jimin was still on a rampage, but she was trying to contain it as Minjeong held her. When she had finally composed herself, she called the guards to bring Jay before her.

Jimin took in his bloodied and beaten face with satisfaction. She then ordered, “Take this trash away from here, make sure to use the back, I don’t want the guests to feel disgusted when they see him.” 

She got frustrated when Jay was putting up a struggle; she signaled one of the security details, and with her command, the guard hit Jay’s weak point, rendering him unconscious. 

When Jimin and Minjeong were finally left alone, Jimin turned Minjeong around and kissed her. She poured all her pent-up adrenaline into Minjeong. Trying to dislodge the memory of the past fifteen minutes.

The fireworks started in the background, indicating the end of the party. They broke the kiss, and Minjeong took one of Jimin’s swollen knuckles, making sure there were no broken bones. She then held Jimin's open palms to her cheeks.

“Let’s go back inside,” Minjeong whispered as she kissed Jimin's palm.

Most of the guests had left; only the Kims remained in the ballroom, along with the Yus, their family still in the middle of catching up. All were oblivious to the fight that broke out in the garden.

Taeyeon saw Minjeong. “Let’s go home, dear, we’re only waiting for you.” 

Minjeong was trying to phrase how she should announce that she needed to stay back, knowing full well that her conversation with Jimin was far from over. 

Minjeong didn’t get the chance to speak when Jimin answered for her. “I’ll bring her home later, Mrs. Kim.”

Without further ado, Jimin placed her hands on Minjeong’s lower back, guiding her to the main house and up to Jimin’s room, but before they got out of earshot, Jimin turned back to their parents. “And please stop setting us up with dates, we’re good on our own.” Clearly addressing their mothers, Jimin’s face showed disapproval. 

“Of course, honey.” Tiffany, chuckling with Taeyeon and their husbands. “Oh, I’m expecting a grandchild soon!” The last comment thankfully didn’t reach Jimin and Minjeong.

Inside Jimin’s room, it was all lips, grabby hands, moans, dresses, and slacks discarded as they stumbled to the bed.

Minejong plopped down on the bed, still wearing her two-piece black lingerie. Jimin drank the erotic sight on top of her bed, then stripped to her boxers before settling on top of Minjeong, finding purchase in the middle as Minjeong's legs wrapped around Jimin’s waist.

“I think I should fetch some ice for your knuckles,” Minjeong tried to delay the inevitable, but at the same time worried that Jimin’s injury might worsen.

Jimin just shook her head, her arms formed a cage around Minjeong’s head, their eyes locked in, and then Jimin finally uttered. “Tell me.”

They knew this was it, the apology that Jimin was waiting for and deserved a long time ago. The grievance and regret that Minjeong carried in her, but masked with sass, sarcasm, and her short temper. 

Minjeong started. “I was a fool, Jimin, a kid who wanted to fit in but at the expense of others. Pressured and confused, I rebelled out of spite for my parents and their unrealistic expectations of me. Teenage angst and poor decisions blinded me from taking the right path. I learned the hard way how to build a life outside my parents’ help. I experienced betrayal from the person closest to me.” Minjeong took a deep breath, keeping her emotions and tears at bay.

Jimin waited patiently, never disrupting Minjeong.”I’m sorry, so sorry for the pain I caused you, intentionally or unintentionally. Jimin.” Minjeong paused, raising her hand against Jimin’s cheek, curving her hand softly as if Jimin would disappear at the slightest pressure. “Will you forgive me?” 

Jimin let out a breath, with her eyes closed, turned her head, and kissed Minjeong's palm. “Yes, I forgive you.” Jimin opened her eyes and found Minjeong crying. 

She had forgiven Minjeong, even before receiving the apology. She understood that the bullies and their victims were all in pain; they just dealt with it differently. Jimin will never excuse or defend a bully, but a bit of compassion and empathy might spark a change of heart.

Both of them could taste the relief and affection in the air. The tension from their shoulders and the torn in their hearts were now lifted, if not totally gone.

“Shush.” Jimin sealed this milestone with a kiss, her lips moving with Minjeong’s tear-filled lips. 

Soon enough, their bodies responded and communicated more than what their words ever could. Jimin started grinding her bulge to Minjeong’s center, Jimin’s lips following the trail from Minjeong’s neck to her throat, then in between Minjeong’s breasts.

Jimin reached behind Minjeong and unclasped the bra. Jimin stared at Minjeong’s bare breast before taking a hardened nipple to her mouth. Minjeong let out a gasp from the warmth and heat from Jimin’s mouth in contrast with the cool air. Jimin’s hand started kneading the other breast to give equal attention to both. 

Every touch and caress was different, no longer just fueled with lust and passion, but with something more.

Minjeong reached between their bodies and pulled out Jimin’s cock and started stroking it. Jimin’s boxers were also thrown out along with Minjeong’s panties.

Jimin, slightly pulled back, whispered in reverence. “Let me look at you.” Jimin’s gaze roamed Minjeong’s body, then finally looked at Minjeong’s eyes.

Jimin reached for her length and started pushing it into Minjeong’s center, their eyes never leaving each other. Jimin set a torturous, slow pace with her hips, then she couldn’t help herself and kissed Minjeong’s luscious lips.

Minjeong hugged Jimin close, her arms wrapped around Jimin’s torso. With every push and pull of her hips, Jimin was making love to Minjeong.

Pleasure and tension were building. Jimin hooked one of Minjeong’s legs with her arm, and Jimin’s hips moved faster, Minjeong arching her back as she climaxed and called out to her lover. “Jimin, my Jimin.”

“Minjeong, sweetheart, I’m cumming.” Jimin buried her face in Minjeong’s neck, muffling her moans. 

They were both lying down now, trying to catch their breath. Minjeong hugged Jimin to the side, her arms drawing circles around Jimin’s chest, where Minjeong felt Jimin’s beating heart.

Minjeong looked up, and Jimin, feeling Minjeong’s gaze on her, looked back. 

“I love you.” Minjeong smiled as she pecked Jimin, confident that this was not one-sided but reciprocated.

Jimin sat up, her back to the headboard, and directed Minjeong on top of her, placing Minjeong’s knees at the side of her waist, Jimin holding her cock as she pulled Minjeong down for another round.

Jimin was squeezing Minjeong’s ass as she bounced on Jimin’s cock. Jimin was completely mesmerized and enthralled by Minjeong, as she pleasured herself on Jimin’s shaft. 

When Minjeong reached her second climax for the night, Jimin kissed her and whispered to her lips. “I love you so much, Minjeong.”

They made love all night long, soft and tender, then hard and passionate until the sun came up. Jimin remembered that Mark had been within breathing distance of Minjeong earlier that night, and the ruckus and disgusting remarks from Jay ignited another jealous and crazed streak. Fucking Minjeong until both of them were satiated.

Jimin growled into Minjeong’s neck. “You. Are. Mine.” Every word punctuated with a thrust of Jimin’s hips. 

Minjeong answered with a breathy, “Yours, Jimin, all yours!” Before collapsing from exhaustion.

Finally spent, both of them were lying down, a blanket thrown on top of them, but underneath, they were still naked, and every inch and curve of Minjeong was molded to hug Jimin, with her head tucked under Jimin’s chin.

Minjeong spoke, breaking the comfortable silence. “I was supposed to apologize to you during the interview, but then you blindsided me with the slave-contract and the rest is history.” Minjeong was reminiscing about the first time she met Jimin again and was in awe at how far they had come. 

It was a roller coaster ride, from childhood playmates to bullies and the bullied, to enemies with benefits now turned lovers.

With a chuckle, Jimin answered. “You mean to tell me I could’ve been hitting this since day one?” Jimin cupping Minjeong’s pussy.

 Minjeong swatted Jimin’s hand away, “Let me fucking rest, you fiend!” 

Jimin tried to reach for her again and wrestle her back when she tried to get away.

Minjeong laughed.“You are an idiot.” 

“But I’m your idiot.” Jimin smiled contentedly and lightheaded with happiness.

“Yes, you are, my idiot, my Jimin, my baby.” 

In the near future, Jimin would procure two small boxes that fit her breast pockets; one of which contained a diamond ring that would only leave its case when Minjeong answered with a resounding “Yes!”

The second, much heavier box contained two gold bands, which would leave their encasements permanently when Jimin and Minjeong exchange their ”I dos.”