Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

C61

The sound of glass and porcelain shattering onto the marbled tiles could be heard, accompanied by loud arguments. Tables were upturned, curtains yanked onto the floor, hundred-year-old vases were broken into pieces, and a frame with a couple’s picture tumbled onto the floor and cracked.

"So what if I did?!" A shrill voice pierced through the air, a complete contrast to the angelic voice she was known for. Tears streamed down her face, accompanied by black streaks of mascara. Her throat was hoarse from all of the screaming she had done in the past couple hours, but she still did not relent — something she had always done when it came to him.

"He’s only a friend! Why can’t you trust me?" Kim Chungha erratically wailed, the sound clenching at Choi Soobin’s heart. She sounded so heartbroken yet it frustrated him that he could only react to it in anger.

"All we did was meet up, that was it!" She screamed, picking up the nearest object and tossing it towards his head, missing as she always did. The priceless picture frame shattered onto the floor causing the glass shards to fly everywhere.

She was panting, her eyes rimmed red like her cheek which had been violently struck. The mark remained there and, even if it faded, would leave a permanent scar on her heart.

Choi Soobin did not believe her. He could not find it within himself to do so. His Chungha was found on the outskirts of town with a man she swore was only a friend, but it was so evident he did not see her as one. He had forbade her from seeing him on multiple accounts, but she continued to do so, provoking his possessive and brutal behavior towards her.

"I made it clear you were not to see him, EVER!" He snarled, storming over to her and manhandling her when he slammed her against the wall, his arms painfully gripping her frail arms. They were so thin, it was practically like skin and bones. Her flawlessly white skin, like the first touch of snow, was beginning to turn into a shade of dark green from his harsh pressure.

"And what did you do?!" He hissed, angrily grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him, "You went behind my back to meet up with him. Did you think I wouldn’t know?" His voice boomed off the walls. He was so loud, it resembled the almighty roar of a lion.

"Did you think I was stupid?" He asked, "DID YOU?!" He raised his hand, punching the wall, just mere inches away from her head.

Kim Chungha flinched, fearing for her dear life. Her entire body was trembling, her sobs racking her body.


"You have to calm down." She whispered, her voice cracking towards the end as her quivering eyes connected with his. She nearly lost all control back there, allowing her true nature to come out.

"Why was there an enormous withdrawal from the bank? Were you planning on running away with him?!"

"Please." She begged him, placing one hand over his rough, calloused ones that were digging into her skin, leaving behind an ugly mark. "You have to listen to me."

"Listen to you?! Why should I?" He hissed, tossing her back against the wall again as he released her. His eyes were filled with pure animosity as he glared at her, accusing her of adultery that she dare not commit, but he had convinced himself into doing so with the pictures brought to him by Sun Hwa.

After the embarrassment back at Park Enterprise, he had stormed to Choi Corporation only for those promiscuous pictures to land upon his desk thirty minutes later. And all of it showed Kim Chungha in the arms of another man who was hugging her for dear life. His little Chungha was not responding to the hug and it looked like she was walking away from him, but the stubborn man had hugged her as his last effort to prevent her from leaving.

Of course, how could she become a female lead if she didn’t have strings attached to her? Naive by nature, too kind for her own good, she left behind a line of men willing to wait upon her, a line long enough to wrap around Seoul at least once.

She wore her damn heart on a sleeve, did not know how to reject the advances of men, or even be wise enough to differentiate amicable friendliness from one that wanted to start an intimate relationship.

"Because I did not do anything with him aside from having a talk." She meekly whispered, struggling to stand up as her entire body burned from the harsh impact. She always knew he was a violent man seeing as he never hesitated when he struck Song Areum, but never in a billion years would she expect him to hurt her like this.

"I know I shouldn’t have, sweetheart, but I needed to have that talk." She hobbled her way towards him, purposely stepping hard so that her body would involuntarily wince in pain, something he quickly noticed.

His eyes softened at her state, so pitiful, he could feel his heart being squeezed to bits.


"He wouldn’t leave me alone." She whispered. When she was close enough, she hugged him, burying her face into his chest, holding onto him for dear life. "I-I had to tell him in person."

Choi Soobin was beginning to come around to her words.

"He wouldn’t listen if I simply texted him or wrote him a letter. He was not willing to stop until he got his response." She let out a pained cry when he wrapped his arms around her body, the sound stabbing straight into Choi Soobin’s chest that was becoming riddled with guilt that he had hurt her — something he swore to never do.

"I told him my heart is true to you and that no one in this world would be able to shake that up or convince me otherwise." She raised her head to peer up at him, her eyes moist with unshed tears. They glistened when the champagne-gold chandelier lights shone down on them, reminding him that he was the one who drove her to this point.

"I did not go there with any intention to cheat. It did not cross my mind and it never will." She grasped his face, forcing him to look at her. "I have always and will continue to be faithful to you, Choi Soobin, until death do us apart." She whispered, bringing his forehead to hers, "Just as the vows we swear to utter in the future, nothing will separate us. Nothing."

Choi Soobin was silent for the longest time until he finally said, "You better stay true to your words." He threatened before pulling his face back and slamming her to his body in a bone-crushing hug that terrified and delighted her at the same time.

- - - - -

Park Jimin gently placed the sleeping lady onto the bed, bending his body to an uncomfortable position just so he would not wake her up. He walked into the bathroom and came out with a wet towel to clean her feet and legs before tucking her into the bed.

He went back into the bathroom and spent the next ten minutes in search of the weird cotton wipes she always used on her face to wipe off the make-up.

The entire bathroom was tossed upside down into a horrendous mess just so he could find the damn things to clean her face. And after searching for what felt like an eternity, but was in reality, just thirty minutes, he found it and brought it with him outside.

He helped her take off her make-up before finally taking off his clothes, taking a shower and then stepping outside in his pajamas which finally consisted of a shirt for her sake.

She was sleeping on her side, her back facing towards him when he strolled towards the bed. He did not want to disturb her sleep and did not plan on pulling her into his arms.

When he climbed into bed, it dipped and when he settled in his position, she suddenly rolled her body towards him. It was an automated response. She tossed one leg over him and buried her body into his sides, one arm hugging him like a teddy bear, whilst her head laid on his chest, her ear pressed against his fiercely thumping heart.

Park Jimin could feel his entire body buzz with euphoric bliss. He tenderly kissed her upon the head, whispering sweet and loving words to her before he fell asleep. As the two were enjoying a blissful sleep in the arms of each other, a couple on the other side of the city was beginning to tear apart.

Warning: There are depictions of graphic violence taking place in this chapter that are not recommended for younger audiences.

- - - - -

In the outskirts of the city.

Nothing could be heard except for the soothing chirps of crickets and the rustling of grass when the cold air blew by. The pale moon was ominously covered by thick and rippling clouds, shrouding the entire ground in utter darkness.

Tucked deep within the forest was the Underworld base, ruled by the Parks for generations to come. Some floors were buzzing with conversation, others were quiet. Various people walked in and out of the Underworld base, each person being heavily monitored to ensure their identity was true.

CRUNCH!

Jang Se-joon walked down the staircase munching on a bag of honey-butter chips, the bright yellow bag matched his overworn hoodie with a baby chick patched onto the chest pocket. To make the sweater even cuter, there was an orange beak and eyes sewn on the hoodie. This was his favorite hoodie, Miss Jennie had given it to him a couple of months ago for his birthday and ever since then, he could not part with it.

He really liked Miss Jennie. Even after discovering his horrendous past and what he could do, she remained kind to him and patient with him. She was one of the few people who taught him life and moral lessons.

In his eyes, she could do no wrong. Everything about her was perfect, from the way she calmly smiled when he said something bizarre to the way she chided him when he had negative thoughts. He could not understand what went wrong and why people wanted to hurt her.

Jang Se-joon made his way down the winding hallway that lead to the black room. It was an eerie place where the smell of iron constantly lingered in the air accompanied by drips of blood splattering onto the floor each time the tiny window on the door was opened.

He liked this place. It reminded him of his past where he would help the doctors change bad people into good weapons. He skipped his way down the hallway, his light pink sneakers making tiny thudding noises down the quiet hallway. His shoes were originally white and sparkly clean, but after so many days spent in the room, it became pastel with dingey browns and pinks.

"Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies." He happily sang, "Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" He giggled to himself when he reached the door.

A chill crawled up the doctor’s spine. His entire body went cold from the bizarre and creepy song of the young man who was way too old to be singing nursery rhymes in the first place.


He would usually be upstairs tending to the injured members of the Triad, but there were rare moments like this when he was summoned downstairs to patch up the tortured victims whose bodies were so mutilated and beaten that they could not wake up — regardless of the painful methods used upon them.

The doctor had just finished placing his final touches on the man when Jang Se-joon physically hopped his way into the room, landing in a puddle of blood, splashing the sanguine liquid as he went.

A few droplets landed on the doctor’s white coat. He let out a tired sigh and in a weary voice, he spoke up, "Jang Se-joon, you should not jump in puddles of blood." He calmly said.

If it was anyone else, Jang Se-joon would’ve stabbed the man’s eyes out for reprimanding him. But seeing as this was one of Big Boss’s valued people, he kept his hands to himself.

"Now, young man, I spent a lot of time healing this one. Do not force him to wake up. His body needs to recuperate so that you can continue getting the information out of him." The doctor picked up his medical bags and gave Jang Se-joon a pat on the shoulders.

"But Mister, I’m not the one you should be telling this to." Jang Se-joon innocently replied, tilting his head.

If the man did not know of Jang Se-joon’s inhumane past he would’ve thought the tiny gesture was cute. "And why’s that?"

"Because Jihoon was the one who did the most damage." Jang Se-joon revealed a wicked grin which startled the doctor. "Well, he can’t get all the credit though!"

Jang Se-joon began to go up and down as he swayed on the balls and heels of his feet, eager to brag about what he did. "Big Boss said I shouldn’t hurt this man too much."

The doctor warily looked at the brutalized man on the floor whose face was so ruined that it was unrecognizable with the fractured bones under the mangled flesh. This was his "shouldn’t hurt too much?"

"So I only slipped razor blades under his nails, pushing them deeper the more he sang. Oh, and you’re gonna love this!... I was the one in charge of drilling into his nails! Haha, get it?!" Jang Se-joon clapped his hands as he giggled, the bag of chips falling on the floor with the gesture. The chips began soaking up the blood, resembling the spilled guts of Ahn Hyo Seop.

The doctor awkwardly laughed, "Yes, child, I get it." He made his way to leave the room, but Jang Se-joon wanted to brag more so he stepped into his path to block his way out.

"But that’s not enough for me. Do you know what I mean? So, my next step was peeling the skin from his foot alllllll the way to his knees! Then I forced him to kneel on the searing hot stones and—"

"Doctor, is he fixed?" Park Jihoon curtly asked, stepping into the room, his eyes landing upon Ahn Hyo Seop.


"Not quite, he would need at least 24-hours to heal and after that—"

"Is it possible for him to regain consciousness?" Park Jihoon strolled to the table of weapons, his fingers lightly skimming over all of them until it stopped on his favorite tool.

"Yes, but like I said, he needs at least 24-hours."

"He can make do without it." Park Jihoon chuckled. He picked up the hose and tossed it to the ground. He stalked his way to Ahn Hyo Seop’s unconscious body that was lying on the floor like the human trash he was.

"Sir, what are you doing?!"

Park Jihoon turned on the hose and instantly, boiling hot water was pumped out. Ahn Hyo Seop woke up with an ear-piercing scream so loud, it could have popped eardrums. He tried to sit up, but that motion only caused excruciating pain that overwhelmed his senses.

"W-w-w-why d-did you d-do that?!" Ahn Hyo Seop pathetically wailed, his entire body trembling upon seeing Park Jihoon.

"The f*ck are you looking at?" Park Jihoon snarled as he sent a sweeping kick right against Ahn Hyo Seop’s chest, sending the man flying backward. Even then, Ahn Hyo Seop attempted to crawl onto his knees to beg for mercy — something Park Jihoon was not familiar with.

Park Jihoon took his sweet time walking to the man with a bone crusher in his hands. "I-I’m s-so sorry—AHH!" Ahn Hyo Seop screeched like a squabbling bird when Park Jihoon slammed the weapon right into Ahn Hyo Seop’s face.

Jang Se-joon pouted, "Hyung, I wanna join too! Don’t hog all the fun!" He huffed, stomping his way to the weapon table. He peered at the weapons as if he was choosing a toy.

"Doctor, doctor, quick, help me pick something!"

The man let out a tired sigh. ’God damn it, now I have to spend another few hours in this room again!’ He hated coming down here. "I don’t know, just pick the scalpel or something."

Jang Se-joon gleefully listened. "Ohhh, you’re right! I can use this to flay off the rest of his skin. Thanks, doctor, you’re the best!"

He merrily hopped over to Park Jihoon, who had thrown aside the old weapon, and wore brass knuckles to personally beat the man into a pulp.

The doctor could not bear to watch any longer. He had to leave before he puked all over the floor. "I-if that is all, I will be excusing myself." He turned around to hurriedly leave these two crazy men until he suddenly remembered something his boss said.

"And, Sir, as requested by Boss, please remember to obtain information out of the man instead of simply torturing him."

Park Jihoon momentarily paused in his beating and glanced up. "Oh, right." He muttered under his breath before standing up to grab something more practical when it came to drilling the information out of Ahn Hyo Seop’s mouth.

In just a few hours, a lump of skin, meat, and bones was on the floor, heaving and praying to just die. He’d rather suffer the Thirteen Torturous levels of the Netherworld and spend his sweet time there rather than remain on Earth in the hands of such people.

Park Jihoon and Jang Se-joon had finally gotten the information they wanted out of Ahn Hyo Seop. It was exactly as Park Jimin had told his younger brother; there must’ve been an ulterior motive to this incident. After all, one wouldn’t have been stupid enough to go after Park Jennie knowing full-well who exactly was backing her up.

"Hyung, what should we do with him now? We have all that we need to know." Jang Se-joon watched as the man washed the blood off of his hands. His eyes drifted to the man on the ground with multiple whip marks, missing several nails and one eye, chopped off fingers, and half his body skinned. That was not all the damage that had been done.

Jang Se-joon looked at the metal pot and portable burner near the table. He saw this method in movies and wanted to try it on Ahn Hyo Seop. A couple of hours into the torturing, he had chopped the man’s little friend off, cooked it, and force fed it to him.

"Tell the doctor to come in and keep him alive." Park Jihoon instructed Jang Se-joon who pouted.

"But he’s all the way upstairs and I don’t want to walk that much!"

Park Jihoon walked to Jang Se-joon and patted the boy on the head. Jang Se-joon was sitting on the table, swinging his legs back and forth while playing with something that Park Jihoon assumed was Ahn Hyo Seop’s missing eyeball, in his gloved hand.

"It’s an order."

Jang Se-joon’s pout dipped into a scowl, his brows deeply coming together causing his face to be scrunched up. "I only take orders from Big Boss."

Park Jihoon chuckled. ’He’s such an obedient and loyal follower’ "Alright then. I guess I’ll complain to your Big Boss that you were reluctant to—"


Without letting him finish, Jang Se-joon made a beeline to the door, running faster than he ever had. Park Jihoon let out another laugh before running a hand through his hair then frowning when he realized some specks of blood had gotten into the thick strands.

’Great, just great.’ Now he had to wash his hands again and his hair later on.

He walked back to the sink, whistling a tune, before his eyes caught Ahn Hyo Seop’s reflection in the mirror who was weakly moving around on the ground. He glanced back to marvel at his fine work.

The slightest glance from Park Jihoon was enough to evoke the fear that had been instilled in Ahn Hyo Seop during the multiple torture sessions. It caused him to let out a terrified shriek before slamming his head into the messy floor.

"Good boy." Park Jihoon mused before turning off the water. He was prepared to leave the room when he suddenly said, "You must be lonely down here."

Ahn Hyo Seop’s entire body was trembling in pain and fear. He was trying his best not to rock back and forth like a baby, in fear that the more he moved, the more his body would hurt.

"Don’t worry, your companions will join you soon." Park Jihoon taunted as he walked out of the room, slamming the door in the process.

- - - - -

In a spacious and well-lit room, there was an elongated mahogany wooden table. There were a few elderly men frequenting a few of the seats while the other seats had men and women ranging from late forties to sixties.

It was oddly quiet in the room, except for the occasional puffs of cigarettes. Every important member of the Su family was gathered before the table. It was rare for them to all gather in one place. The rarity was to avoid the outbursts of family feuds and petty arguments.

Some time had passed and finally, someone spoke up. "Is it true? One of our older disciples was seized by the Parks for allegedly harming Park Jennie?"

All eyes shifted to Won Sae-joo who was Eun Ha Won’s second aunt.


"It would be a disgrace to call him one of our students, especially after what he had done!" Won Jae-myung interjected while passively shaking his head in disapproval. "He was known as the best fighter of his time, but he lost to a girl half his size!"

"And how do you know of this?" Won Sae-joo curiously asked her younger brother.

"Unless you were living under a rock, you would definitely know what happened yesterday." The eldest Su sibling spoke up, his deep hum of a voice piercing through Eun Ha Won whose entire body stiffened upon hearing him speak.

Eun Ha Won obediently sat beside her father. She tried to leisurely sip her tea, but with her eldest uncle leering at her, she could not. Her fingers were shaking, causing the scalding tea to swish about, droplets landing upon her pencil skirt. She was too distracted by her fear to register the pain.

"What shall we do then?" Won Sae-joo sighed. She pinched the bridge of her nose when her head began to throb. A headache was kicking in, all because she was so stressed about the sticky situation.

"Why should we do anything? It’s not like we owe the Parks an explanation! He was simply a student here." Someone chimed in and his words were followed by agreements.

"Exactly. How can we predict the future and what our pupils would do with their skills?"

"I reckon we should lay low so the storm can easily pass by."

"Lay low and not do anything?! Are you out of your mind?!" Won Sae-joo angrily said, slamming her hand on the table. Her palms turned pink from the impact and she felt a tingling sensation in her hand.

"What?" Someone scoffed. "You have a better solution?"

Su Renxu who was Eun Ha Won’s third aunt spoke up. "We better not apologize to the Parks. We did nothing wrong here. To say we’re sorry is to admit to the wrongdoing that was not committed by us!"

"We did nothing wrong here? How daft are you, Su Renxu! Ahn Hyo Seop was a disciple raised and taught by us. That alone ties the incident back to our family!"

"It’s not like we told him to do anything! Stop screaming at us as if we had anything to do with the entire ordeal."

Everyone began to bicker like a bunch of children on a playground, arguing for their supposed innocence. Hands were slammed onto the table and teacups were tossed around as boisterous and angry screams erupted in the air. It was chaotic.

Eun Ha Won shrank back in her chair and wished she could escape. Anywhere was better than here. Her eyes drifted to her grandfather who sat tall and proud, unwavering in the eyes of his screaming children, nieces, and nephews.

Eun Ha Won saw her father was mimicking Elder Won’s posture. Both of them were very calm and neither desired to take part in the ongoing arguments. It was strange to see her father like this, especially when he was known to be a very violent and selfish man by nature. He was usually leading the discussions, arguing and debunking everyone’s opinion, whether they were right or wrong. Today, he was oddly quiet. Perhaps it was because he was lost in his thoughts. It must’ve been hard to gather all of her aunts, uncles, cousins, and distant relatives into one place.

When the argument finally settled down, Won Jae-myung saw it was the perfect chance for him to speak up and give his own two cents about this issue. "The longer we delay the process, the more suspicious we will appear to be."

Eun Ha Won attentively listened to her father as he spoke. She was looking at him, absorbing everything that was being said.

Someone chimed in. "Suspicious? What is there to be suspicious about?! We’re clearly innocent here. I believe we should not apologize at all."

And just like that, another round of arguments erupted.

"Fifth brother, you’ve become dumber with each passing day! Spending all this time by the beach, your last brain cells must’ve been washed away! The Parks have every right to be suspicious of us. Only a fool would not know how prized Ahn Hyo Seop was back then!"

"Fifth brother, seventh sister is right. If Ahn Hyo Seop never pursued an acting career, he could’ve become a well-respected instructor here."

Another person said, "I heard he was even scouted a while back by local triads who saw potential in him! But all of us fended them off because he was the possession of the Wons and we would be the ones to decide what to do with him!"

"Ugh, you’re not understanding the gist here! You’ve always had a soft spot for him because he’s a popular actor and I know you want your daughter to be matched with him. Stop complimenting him and kissing his ass when he’s not even here. We have to make a plan-of-action here!"

Eun Ha Won felt left out of the conversation. There was so much that she wanted to say. She couldn’t find the courage to speak up. Her opinions were never prioritized at this table and if she ever said anything, her father would quickly shut her up or she would be blatantly ignored.

The arguments were beginning to give her a headache. She finally had enough.

She roughly jammed the leg of her chair into the floor, then rudely pushed it back. It caused a loud and obnoxious screech which captured everyone’s attention.


The room finally quieted down.

Eun Ha Won plastered an apologetic expression on her face. "I’m really sorry for the disrespectful way I tried to grab your attention." She began, her eyes swirling around the room, taking in the unpleasant looks on her relatives’ faces.

"There will be many who disagree with what I am about to say, but please, at least hear me out." She snuck a glance towards her father whose face was placidly blank. He was seated like before, his eyes wandering off to La La Land.

"I’ve been by President Park’s side for nine years now. If there is anyone in this room who is more qualified to speak, it should be me."

At her words, more chaos came about, but with one warning glare from Elder Won, everyone shut their mouths.

"I know him the best. Park Jennie is someone he treasures and dotes upon and regardless of who hurt her, he, alongside with Park Jihoon, will cut anyone down."

Eun Ha Won will never forget the first time she witnessed Park Jihoon in his full glory. There was a punk who had the audacity to stalk and follow Park Jennie whose modeling career was just taking off.

Park Jihoon dragged the man to a dark alleyway. Despite not knowing that the stalker had called forth a small gang of twenty men, all armed with all sorts of dangerous weapons, Park Jihoon had single-handedly taken on all of them, using their own weapons against them.

The only reason Eun Ha Won witnessed this scene was because she was the one who spoke up about the stalker after hearing reports from Park Jennie’s bodyguard. That was her first encounter with Park Jihoon, but she was able to successfully leave a good impression on him.

He trusted her, just like how Park Jimin trusted her.

"Even if Ahn Hyo Seop does not have any ties or connection to us, aside from that of being a student, the Parks will still find fault in that." She began to slowly sit back down now that she had everyone’s attention. There was no point in standing up anymore. She didn’t want to be the lone person standing up.


"I recommend we should explain to them that Ahn Hyo Seop had not been instructed by us to do what he did. We merely trained him and that’s the only connection we have with him. Explaining our side of the story should not hurt us in any way because there is no fault in coming forward first."

"The longer we delay our action and the more we continue to act as if this did not occur, the angrier the Parks will become. By now, I am sure everyone has heard the news of what happened to Park Jennie. She is a stupid girl, very naive and ignorant, but that does not belittle her position in everyone’s hearts." Eun Ha Won anxiously tapped her foot on the floor. She needed something to distract her before she backed out of her own decision at the last minute.

"Old Master Park cares for her in ways you can never imagine coming from a man like him. We should not offend him and damage the relationship we have with him just because of our stubbornness."

Won Jae-myung took a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes crinkling when the smoke burned his eyes. The entire time his daughter was speaking, he was ignoring her. He did not believe or think she had the capability to control the attention of the table, so when she did, he was pleasantly surprised by it. However, it was short-lived because the second she finished her speech, it was pried apart by everyone.

"What do you mean there’s no con?! There are plenty!"

"Fourth brother is right! What if the Parks are not even after us, but because of our explanation, they realize we had a family discussion about the issue. It’ll make us look very suspicious!"

Eun Ha Won opened her mouth and said, "But, the pros outweigh the cons—"

"Eun Ha." Won Jae-myung warned.

Eun Ha Won immediately clamped her mouth shut.

The tone her father was using meant he was not in the mood to listen to her worthless talks. She remembered the last time she disobeyed him by continuing to voice her opinion. When it happened, he slapped her so hard, there was a bruise tainting her cheeks for weeks.

Elder Won individually looked at all of his kin — even the worthless ones who did not contribute much to the family, but still had the audacity to voice their opinions.

In a low, somber voice laced with obvious fatigue from all the years of shouldering the problems that arose, Elder Won said, "We shall listen to Eun Ha’s plan."

Eun Ha Won did not remember her grandfather’s voice being this...brittle and weak. The last time she heard him speak, it was filled with vigor and loudness, something he was known for. But today, he sounded sickly and she noticed he would occasionally grip his white handkerchief, suppressing a cough. His face would get red, turn back to normal, then become red a few seconds later.

Seeing as Elder Won himself agreed to the plan, no one else dared to share their opinion or object. It was finalized: the Wons would apologize to the Parks.

Eun Ha Won sat bitterly in her chair, resisting the urge to laugh. Even after she gave a long speech and provided valid reasoning, they did not believe in her words. Some were not even listening to her speak. It was a plan that had been at the top of her head for the entire day, but her opinions did not matter to any of them. They never did.

Once the issue was finalized, Won Jae-myung began to address another problem. "In regards to the contract that will place Eun Ha Won back into her original position, it was handed to Song Areum the night of the birthday banquet."

Eun Ha Won scrunched her brows at this news. She didn’t know such a contract existed.

She shrank back in her seat again when she suddenly remembered her grandfather’s reaction to the news of her demotion. In a fit of rage, he had nearly struck her in the face, but luckily, the servants held him back. A slap to her face would have damaged it. Since he could not physically punish her, he did it in different ways; her inheritance in his will was cut in half.

Her head dropped and her shoulders slumped forward when she thought how penniless she would be in the future. If she was not able to marry Park Jimin, the outcome would be disastrous.

"Well? Did she sign it?" Won Sae-joo eagerly asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Won Jae-myung’s face became ashen black when he thought about Park Jimin’s brutal warning and promise. "No."

"Why not?"

"Park Jimin intervened before anything could’ve happened. He also promised to end our family with eight-generation extermination! Can you believe that?!" Won Jae-myung angrily bit out, slamming his hand onto the table, ignoring the flinch of his daughter who began to shake in her seat. What a wimp she was. He always despised how weak-minded she was. The tiniest noise startled her. How pathetic.

"What? He really said that?" Won Sae-joo collapsed in her chair. She placed a hand over her shaking heart while her face became a lighter complexion.

"Yes, and it’s all because of that seductress who warms his bed!" Won Jae-myung bellowed with a reddening face. The thought of that wench in Park Jimin’s arms, instead of his daughter just makes his blood boil in anger.

In a deep and resonating voice, Elder Won asked, "Repeat what you just said, Jae-Myung. What did he threaten us with?"

Won Jae-myung could not understand where the direction of this discussion was heading to, nonetheless, he repeated his words. "I said the lad threatened to end our entire family with a massacre—"

"He cares for that woman." Elder Won sharply pointed out, his wrinkled eyes finally opening a bit more.

"Yes, father, that much is evident from the way he treats her—"

"Are you stupid, son? Did you not hear what I just said?!" Elder Won loudly scolded his son in front of the entire family which embarrassed Won Jae-myung.


Elder Won had enough of these squabbling children. With the help of his servant, he stood up. "All of you here disappoint me." He turned his back to them and walked out of the door with a new plan in mind.

- - - - -

The next morning.

Song Areum was placing on her rose gold earrings when Park Jimin walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered, his masculine scent swarming her senses.

"That shirt is too low." He chided her when he saw the mirror and the dip of her chest were revealed.

"That’s none of your business." She hummed while placing on her other earring.

When he walked closer to her, she could feel her body stiffening in anticipation. Through the mirror reflection, she saw the towel was hanging dangerously low on his hips, revealing the very sharp, enticing, and seductive v-line. Her eyes drank in the fine sight of his body, lingering on the eight, firm lines on his abdomen. His muscles were firm and well-defined, the rough edges were beckoning her fingers to graze over them.

When her eyes trailed upwards to his pecks, she swallowed hard. She continued making her way up his body until their eyes suddenly met in the reflection and her face went stark red. She fumbled with her damn earrings and in her haste, dropped it. It bounced far away from her.

Park Jimin was deeply entertained by her flushed face upon being caught ogling him. He walked to the earrings, bent down and picked it up. He took his sweet time walking towards her, allowing her eyes to roam over his body.

"Are you hungry, my dear?" He suddenly asked her, watching as her brows pulled together.

"What do you mean?"

"Because you’re eyeing me the same way a fat kid eyes a slice of cake."

Her face became a brighter shade of red as she swiveled around, only for her eyes to land directly upon his chest. She did not realize he had already gotten this close to her. "I wasn’t." She scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Hm, are you sure?" He placed his hands on both sides of her, caging her against the vanity. His eyes trailed to her lips, then her throat when she visibly gulped. He locked eyes with her before bending in, at an excruciatingly slow speed.

"I’m positive." She hoarsely whispered whilst shrinking her body back, only for him to lean closer again.


She was completely trapped with nowhere to run. Her eyes darted to his arms, muscular and well-toned. She looked lower and saw the thick veins climbing up his forearms which were a quality she liked in a man.

"You’re doing it again." He teased, his voice low and enticing. She shivered at the way it made her feel.

"Doing what?"

"Undressing me with your eyes." He hummed while leaning in for a kiss.

"But you’re already undressed..." She pointed out, closing her eyes. She waited for the toe-curling kisses he always gave her. She had never felt something as pleasurable as kissing him. She did not know she was addicted to them, just as he was to hers.

Park Jimin smirked at her expression, eyes shut, lips slightly puckered. Just as he had teased her so many times before, he decided to do the same. He kissed the corner of her lips, causing her eyes to impatiently fly open.

"Park Jimin..." She softly pouted, his eyes snapping to the jutted bottom lip, pink and dewy.

"What is it, love?" He murmured against her skin whilst kissing a path down to her chin, nibbling and peppering every spot except her lips. He later began to press open-mouth kisses against her creamy skin. When he reached her neck, he took his sweet time with her.

She pressed her body against his, wanting more of him. "Don’t act stupid." Her eyes fluttered at the attention he was giving to her. Unknowingly, she tilted her head to give him better access to her neck, but he stopped his kisses the second she did so.

Song Areum was becoming impatient now, especially when he was not giving her what she longed for.

"What do you mean, my dear?" He cocked his head, feigning ignorance to her wishes.

"The kiss." She demanded, her blunt words catching him off-guard, like her arms that wound around his body.

"If you want it, you’re going to have to get it yourself." He huskily whispered before removing his arms around her. This time, he would not touch her, nor would he instigate the kiss. It was up to her to decide.

Song Areum’s face became glum and in a quiet voice, barely above a whisper, she said, "But I don’t know how to kiss properly..."

Park Jimin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Did she just say she did not know how to kiss?! Especially after driving him insane every time she did it? He could not believe how stupid she was.

"Are you sure you don’t?" He arched his perfect brows.

She slowly nodded her head. "I really don’t."

Park Jimin lazily smiled, the sight causing Song Areum’s heart to skip a beat. He was fully aware of the effect he had on her, the way her heart fluttered for him and no one else. He brought his hand to her face, gently cupping it before his hands trailed lower. He drew circles upon her exposed skin, running it low until his hands stopped on her collarbone.

"Alright then, close your eyes." He decided to play a little game with her, one that he was sure she was going to respond well to.

Song Areum shut her eyes. She shuffled her feet while waiting for his lips. She waited. And waited. Then waited longer, until she was becoming impatient, her soft brows drawing together to form creases on her forehead.

"I believe we should get ready for our day."

Her eyes flew open at his words. He was at the other side of the room, his towel gone and replaced with one of his well-fitted black slacks.

He...He...Did he really just do that?!

Angrily, she took off one sandal and chucked it at him, only for him to easily catch it without looking. He turned around, a prominent smirk on his smug face.

’Why, that little devil!’ She fumed inside of her head.

"What’s wrong, sweetheart?" He provoked her, watching the little kitty extend her claws. He made a grand show of putting on his black button ups whilst flexing his muscles at the same time, continuing to tease her.

"You tricked me!" She adorably stomped her foot like the cute, but incredibly spoiled child that she was.

"If you want a kiss, you have to come and get it yourself." He repeated his previous words, taking the sweetest time buttoning his cuffs. He turned around to grab his tie and right when he was about to place it on and button his clothes, something soft collided against his back.

Without warning, she swiveled his body to face her and then yanked his neck down, her lips sealing over his.

Her lips moved hesitatingly against his before she became a bit more confident by nipping his bottom lip, licking it and asking for entrance. He did not give it to her. Angry at this, she forcibly pried it open and thrust her tongue into his enticing and heavenly sweet mouth.

Park Jimin kept his lips shut, even when he wanted to kiss her back with equal passion. His fingers itched to touch her, to pull her body against his, but he did not act upon his desires yet. He remained silent while blissfully enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm lips against his. She was doing wonders to his body without even trying to.

Song Areum saw he was holding back and intentionally not responding to her kisses. She smirked a bit. ’We’ll see about that.’

She took him by complete surprise when her hand brushed against his intimate area before she pressed her hand close to his v-line sliding her way up, feeling every crevice of his muscles, her finger running along his abs.

His entire body shuddered at the cold sensation against his overly-warm body.

Song Areum could feel his muscles clench and tighten beneath her hands, hardening in the same way his member did. Her hand continued to explore his body, teasing him whilst testing his limits and control.


Park Jimin could not hold himself back anymore.

His arms snaked around her waist, dragging her to him just as she pulled back to breathe before her lips latched onto his again. When he was about to respond to her lips, ready to kiss the daylights out of her, enough to toss her onto the bed and have his way with her body, until she was writhing beneath him, begging for mercy, everything stopped. She literally stopped.

Song Areum pulled back from the kiss and pushed his hands away.

Park Jimin’s mind could not register what had just happened. One minute she was kissing him, driving him to the brink of sanity, and the next, she was gone.

He was frustrated, his member was frustrated, every inch of him was burning with passion — ready to take their relationship to a whole new level. But it didn’t happen. And that bothered him more than he thought it would.

"Where are you going?" He rushed towards her, ready to hungrily kiss her and finally respond to her lips.

"To finish getting dressed. Why do you ask?" She innocently questioned him as she opened her jewelry box.

Park Jimin became silent.

"I...You..." He was at a loss for words. His eyes became dark and without warning, he yanked her to him, slamming her back against his chest.

"Aw, what’s wrong, sweetheart?" She laughed while placing her hand upon his flexed arms.

"You know exactly what’s wrong." He growled as he pulled her entire body even closer to his so that she could feel the obvious tent in his pants. She could feel it pressing into her derriere.

"Hm, I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Two could play this game. Park Jimin bent his head to hotly whisper in her ears, "Are you sure?"

His hands began to travel around her body the same way hers had. Her entire body stiffened, entering into a pleasant shock when he suddenly placed a hand over her intimate area, then began to grind his hips against hers. A gasp left her mouth just as her entire body began to heat up, starting from where he touched her.

He turned her around and then pressed a kiss upon her jugular, her eyes fluttering shut. He lavished her neck and the valley of her chest with his kisses, sucking and nibbling on some areas until there were visible marks. He quite liked this shirt on her, it revealed the dip of her chest and hugged her at the right places. Too bad he did not like her wearing it in public.

"More." She quietly whispered when he suddenly pulled back, stopping his assault.


"I don’t know what you’re talking about." He taunted, using her own words against her. Her eyes opened as she glowered at him.

"You know exactly—"

"Oh and my dear, don’t forget to change your shirt." He winked and without looking back, left the room.

Song Areum was confused by what he meant until she turned around and her eyes became as wide as saucers. That...That perverted, sex-hungry brute! There were love bites all around her collarbone and the area above her breast. There was even one at the spot where her neck met her shoulders.

"Bastard!" She hissed, slamming her hands on the table which caused one of her perfumes to roll off the surface.

Park Jimin was buttoning his shirt outside when he heard the sound of something crashing upon the floor, a smirk making its way to his lips. She had seen his marks.

That was the only reaction he needed to hear before making his way downstairs.

Song Areum huffed and puffed all she wanted before finally stomping her way into the closet to pick out a different shirt. She did not think he would be this conniving to trick her into wearing something else.

She had to meet Lee Min Woo for lunch today. She’d rather die than let him see the bites on her body. It would be too embarrassing.

Song Areum was forced to wear a white turtle-neck shirt that reached the middle of her neck. She decided to anger him even more by wearing a khaki-plaid tight skirt that stopped on her mid-thigh then paired it with a blazer that was the same length as the skirt. Her legs were revealed and when she grabbed the stilettos, she knew her legs would look even longer in them.

She walked to the staircase, buckled her heels and made her way downstairs.

The sound of her heels against the dazzling and shimmering marble-tiled floor with gold linings was soothing but loud at the same time. It was like tiny firecrackers. The closer she came to him, the more his heart sped up in anticipation.

And when his eyes finally landed upon her, his gaze sharpened. Daring little thing. She was provoking him. Her beautiful legs, stretching for miles, pale and silky smooth, were exposed. He wanted to do nothing but run his hands upon them.

She made eye-contact with him, her golden flames clashing against his obsidian ones. She could see the fury in his eyes, the way his defined eyebrows twitched and his fingers curl into fists. His face was fierce, his nostrils flaring. She watched him clench and unclench his fists while his jaw tightened.

Song Areum winked.

Park Jimin scowled.

She had the audacity to wink at a time like this?! He abruptly stood up, causing her to open the door and like the teasing little kitty she was, she blew him a kiss.

"Have a good day, Mr. Park~"

And then she walked out of the door.

By the time he stormed his way to the entrance, she was gone, leaving a puff of dust behind. His eyes squinted upon the ruby-red car flying off into the distance, mocking him.