CINDERELLA'S CONTRACT | pjm √

nineteen

❝ girlfriend. ❞

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"Post the pictures."

"W-what?" Dabin stammered, an obvious shock plastered on her face.

"Post them, see if I care." Jimin retorts emotionlessly, not a single flare of concern in his eyes. He wasn't afraid. To him, this was just another scandal.

"I see. That's so like you." Dabin smirks. "Seems like I can't bring you down with just this."

"So I'll torture you slowly till you break, Jimin."

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In Yona's room

It's been three days since Jimin disappeared. Just this morning, the contents of internet news unsettled my heart— it was full of pictures with me and Jimin in scandalous positions, a huge headline indicating that he had raped a girl; whom was me. I didn't know what to expect, but for him to come back as soon as possible.

"CEO rapes his woman..." I read out the contents. "CEO rapes woman he bought."

"What's with all the frowning?"

I turned to look at the direction of the voice, and sure enough, it was Jimin, leaning on the doorframe. The top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, to reveal his collarbone— damn, I don't need to be seduced right now— I thought as he steps forward with a smirk on his face as usual.

"Frowning? Of course I should be frowning. Haven't you seen the news?" I answered him in a frustrated manner. As for him, he seems to be completely composed and even uncaring of the fact that his reputation was at stake.

"Enough about that. Have you practiced your dancing?" He presses my body against his lovingly, so my entire torso was wrapped around his arms.

"I have. I've been improving." I said slowly, darting my eyes away from his.

"Let's see how good you are." He says with a slight smile, his features prominent against the moonlight that dimmed the room. Outside, a million lights muted the city and created a beautiful skyline in full view. There was a sudden romantic tension in the air; as if we were alone in the world, the two of us, in my bedroom. Jimin's eyes glowed with unceasing love and affection, as warm as a lit candle on winter's night. He takes my hand, and we started to prance together in my bedroom, dancing to our imaginary song.

And that was it for us. A dance under the moonlight that cascaded into the room, stepping to the sounds of our heart. As I twirled, I felt my heart twirling as well, fluttering and beating out of place. And as for Jimin— he looked ethereal. His curious brown eyes lighting up the dark, following me as I danced around him, taking in every step and every bit of movement I made.

And then I took a step back, and fell onto the bed, with him on top of me.

"Can I touch you?...." he spoke softly against my ear, his eyes half closed and full of affection. I nodded. He takes my hair and gently parts it to the side, placing his lips on every inch of my skin. As he takes off his top, I let out an exhale I didn't know I was holding; there was pain, yet pleasure in being held in his arms, and I found myself coursing through these sensations like a light breeze. His eyes, as icy as a glacier, sent me little bolts of electricity down my back. At this moment, he was like a holy grail I've found, a precious being that could move my heart. And then I realized...

I was in love with him.

"I want to kiss you." he whispers into my ear pleadingly. This time, I was the one who pressed my lips against his in a rush, and his ears immediately flushed a fluorescent red.  He takes my body and hoists it up, so I straddled his waist. Jimin then kissed me back passionately, his lips morphing against mine with utmost tension and flaming love. I brushed the tip of my fingers down his abs, feeling every inch of his skin.

"I love you." I blurted out as we pulled apart, and Jimin's face flushed red.

"You.....You meant it?" He asks me shyly, surprise still evident on his face. I nodded with a smile, and Jimin covers his flushing face with his arm.

"Then....Can I be your boyfriend?" He asks as he suddenly pushes me onto the bed heatedly, rushing for an answer. It was my turn to blush— it wasn't easy to answer this question, but I did anyway.

"Yes."

And with that, Jimin collapses into my arms, hugging me tightly. "I don't even care about the news anymore...." he says with happiness in his voice. He was more than overjoyed; he was ecstatic; It was something he had wished for five whole years.

That Yona loved him back.