Park Jimin. Stone cold. CEO, with a heart as chilled as ice. A seemingly impenetrable guard has been put up by a past he'd much rather forget.
But the newest member of his faculty Park Chaeyoung, his secretary, a beautifully quick-witted yet reserve...
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"So your Dad worked as a policeman for over 20 years and your mother as a chef? Right?" I question nervously.
"For the millionth time, yes Jimin, you literally know everything about my parents now, so can you chill?"
My grip loosens on the steering wheel, as I try to control my breathing.
"Yah, Park Chaeyoung, meeting your parents is very important to me, first impressions count okay? So I can't fuck this up."
"You're clearly worried, you called me by my full name. Well, ParkJimin, you might wanna lose the profanities, that'll get you nowhere, oh...ummm... steer away from any details of our, sexual activities or anything that could segway into that topic, okay?"
"Why would I even mention that?"
"My mum tends to pry, she doesn't know what boundaries are."
I drive to a halt at a red light and I stare at her. Her blonde hair, resting beautifully on her shoulders. Her gorgeous dress, sophisticated yet elegant, accentuating her small waist. Her plump lips that curve into a smile as I gaze at her, her eyes twinkling in the late night glow.
Her hand caresses my cheek, delicately and I swear my heart melts at her touch.
"Jiminie?" She utters softly
"Yes Chae?" I reply with the same tenderness
"The lights green." She chuckles
"Yah!"
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"Don't be nervous okay?" She kisses my cheek before ringing the doorbell, "they're going to love you."
The door swings open and Chaeyoung's mother beams at the two of us, ushering is to come inside.
"Eomeoni! Appa!" Chae hugged and greeted her parents. I handed the bouquet of flowers I had bought, to her mum, and shook her fathers hand. His grip was firm and his intense stare wasn't going unnoticed.
