Untold Imagines (Jinjoo)

Gentle (GB)

Chaewon walks towards Minju who was slouching into the chair in class, almost becoming one and places a packet of bread onto her table. "Why the eye bags?" she asked, settling beside her.

"I'm done. I don't wanna work my ass off and still not be able to pay off my mom's hospital fees." she shook her head, exhaling deeply. "I've been thinking about what you told me the last time," Minju spoke, looking at Chaewon whose eyes started to glimmer.

"Uhh finally??" the girl said, having to bug her about this particular offer she made to Minju a few weeks ago. "You sure it's not dangerous?" Minju asked, cautious about being a sugar baby, exactly like what Chaewon's doing during her free time.

"If it was, will I still be here talking to you?" she bit her bread, pulling out her phone. "But you once came into class with bruises...everywhere." Minju softly spoke.

"It's out of goodwill, out of goodwill." Chaewon shook her off and showed her details. "My sugar daddy told me there's a new one on board." Minju read what the message showed.

"If I do this, they'll pay for everything?" she asked while the latter nodded. "Your whole life is settled as long as you meet the requirements."

"And how will I do that? I heard you'll have to be good in bed." Minju said, sighing sharply. "You'll get used to it like how I did. I started as a virgin and now, more than one man wants me." Chaewon wiggled her eyebrows.

"I can settle this for you. Are you in?" She asked Minju who hesitated for a moment. Many what-ifs are running through her mind, but money is all she needs right now.

Within no time, Minju found herself sitting in a random black Cadillac, on the way to meet her financial saviour, heart thumping out of nervousness because she doesn't know what to expect. Chaewon didn't give her many details on who the guy would be, making her assume he'll be some 40-year-old mafia leader that's about to fuck her up.

But that wasn't until a man—or rather a young guy appeared behind the door along with two housekeepers beside him. Minju stood there all stunned, eyes trailing from his head to his toes. He was fine like royalty.

"Kim Minju-ssi?" His voice was pleasant, slightly husky but clear like harmonic waves. Minju couldn't speak out of astonishment and decided to nod instead. He chuckles at her shyness, welcoming her into his home with warm arms, totally not what Minju had her heart prepared for.

But he was sure charming, 6 foot, slightly curly black hair, probably wearing his nightgown, silk linen pyjamas down to his ankles. It was nearing the zero-hours anyway, the only time Minju could spare till morning before she needs to head back to taking care of her mom.

He was considerate too, quite surprising for someone within this field. They've chatted through text for quite some time before he invited Minju to his quarters. His words were lovely, even asking whether Minju was comfortable with meeting up for the first time.

"How's your mother?" the latter politely asked, crossing his legs elegantly. "She's good..." Minju softly uttered, a little shy with this unfamiliar surrounding.

"I'm so sorry." the guy suddenly stood up and sat beside Minju, extending his hand. "I'm Yujin, Ahn Yujin." he forgot about introducing himself, never did while they were texting.

Minju accepted his hand, letting out a dainty smile with his gentleman etiquettes. "Can I ask a question?" He nodded, sitting comfortably. "Anything you want."