Jimin is 20 years old, he is the son of a rich businessman who is already on his third wife. Said wife is more that 20 years younger than his father and less than 15 years older than him.
She's hot and experienced and even though Jimin can get women...
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"The bunny-faced boy was drinking what seemed to be... banana milk?"
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Jem stood there in the doorway for a whole two minutes trying to put her brain back to work. She couldn't understand what could have happened. She knew how Jimin was but never thought he would do something as severe as to upset Jungkook like that, not after he had been willing to take him out by himself, instead of being forced. Jimin had a tendency of taking revenge everytime he was forced to do something he didn't want to do, which was precisely why Jem had decided to play her cards differently this time. What could have possibly gone wrong? She had made sure to psychologically persuade Jimin into taking Jungkook out without making him mad in any way. Aish! This kid! I swear to god he is getting even worse by the time.
She wasn't able to dwell on it any longer because suddenly the main door opened again, startling her and revealing Hyunah who was probably coming back from her spa appointment.
"Oh! Jem, glad you are here." Hyunah said as soon as she stepped foot inside the house, giving Jem a ton of bags that had the brand of the spa she frequented on one side of them. "I know, I know, I bought a lot." She ended, and walked towards the living room, not before taking off her leather high heels.
Jem was left alone on the doorway with such a huge amount of bags that they almost covered her. She stumbled her way to the kitchen and dropped the bags on the counter. What could probably be so necessary in a spa that she had to buy it all? Jem sighed and started taking the bags in turns to Hyunah's bathroom and neatly putting everything away, so that the fourth time she climbed the stairs, she was out of breath. Everytime she crossed the corridor on the first floor to get to Hyunah's bathroom she couldn't help but to think it was way too silent for her liking. She made a mental note to talk to Jungkook the moment she freed herself from her annoying boss.
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The moment Jimin closed the door to his room forcefully behind him he knew he was pissed. Too pissed to just let everything go and fall on his bed to watch stupid tik tok videos. He knew he had two options: either he stormed inside the little, bunny, disrespectful, cute, brat's room and screamed his lungs out or he used what he hadn't been using in a while now. Wonho's face crossed his mind. He was telling him to do it, he was saying that sometimes we need it to relieve stress. Jimin's hand extended itself forward as if it was being controlled by someone else. Wonho was nodding at him, telling him he was doing the right thing. Jimin's legs walked on their own making him go forward, making him reach his desk and then his stranger hand reached his drawer, pulling it open, not before inserting the key only Jimin had access to. A clear little plastic bag with white powder in it was lying lifeless and harmless at the bottom of his dark wooden drawer. With one last nod from Wonho, Jimin grabbed the plastic bag and pulled it open. He was about to... when Jem's face replaced Wonho's. She was smiling at him, telling him everything would be okay, telling him she was there for him, she would never leave him, never...
