My hands rested on my hips as I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror and sighed. I was wearing the lingerie that Verose had bought for me..from Fétiche. I went back a little so that I could get a better look at myself.

My hair tied up in a messy bun since I got home from Park Enterprises. The loose stands were falling off on the side of my face and the back of my head.

My eyes unconsciously but consciously scrutinized my body, staring at my neck where there was no sign of my collarbones protruding while the bones of my neck were slightly seen.

They came down and stopped at my breasts, bunched together by the top of the lingerie, perked out and significant as always. My eyes went down to my stomach which had a Garter belt on, but despite that, it was something I didn't really like because you could clearly see the curves I wasn't keen on showing or proud of. My eyes left them quickly and moved elsewhere, my thighs, huge, thick and plump...with level one stretch marks on the sides of my hip which continued back on the sides of my not any less perked up and fleshy ass. I turned around, my back facing the mirror and turned my head back again to look at myself in the mirror. There were curves on the sides of my back I disliked just like my stomach. I turned back, now facing the mirror, scanning from the bottom, my eyes stopped where they started at first.

I slowly looked up from the reflection of my neck and met with my own eyes. The same eyes that were scanning every inch of my face, the same face I've been seeing all my life and have never come to make peace with.

Why only my face? I don't like myself. Everything, every part about me......

"Look at that fatso hahaha!"

"Ugh, a fatso and a dumbitch!"

"Do you even see she's a fat hag gosh where do you get the guts to even show yourself?"

"This bitch wears body-fitting clothes almost all the time, I saw her speaking with Mr Wook for a little long ugh oh my gosh such an attention-seeking whore."

......I hate it, .

But then if I hate myself, why would I want to see myself in lingerie? Wouldn't it be like salt on the wounds?

Well..call it a coping mechanism. I find lingerie really attractive and sensuous so when I go ahead and wear it, I feel its attractiveness and sensuousness and come to me which makes me feel bold and prideful because even though I have flaws all over me that I hate, lingerie in this case, temporarily makes me embrace them and show them fearlessly, it makes me feel confident that I can show myself without much hesitation...even though it would be to myself at most.

I squared my shoulders and ran my hands down slowly from my hips stopping at my mid-thighs tracing lace stockings.

I smiled at myself. "You look amazing.", I said, pointing at my reflection in the mirror before turning back and leaving my bathroom.

As the door clicked shut behind me, I met with an impatient Verose who was sitting on my bed and tapping her feet. I cleared my throat making her snap her head at me and as soon as she did her eyes widened and her jaw dropped looking at what I was wearing.

"Oh my god...", Verose's expression said it all she was at loss.

"Um...what happened?", I walked towards my bed and chuckled slightly.

Verose shot up.

"Y/N YOU ARE SMOKIN' HOT! DO YOU SEE THAT BODY I SWEAR YOU'D TURN SOMEONE ON SO BAD."

"Geez shut up!", I turned away knowing my cheeks were tinted pink.

"No, shut up I'm spitting facts, you bitch!", She smacked my bare shoulder.

I turned my head back to her. "Yeah?" I rose my eyebrows at her.

"Yeah!"

A sudden thought and my facial expression changed. I lowered an eyebrow and a sly smirk took over my lips. I took a step closer to Verose staring into her eyes and wrapped my arms around her waist. I brought my mouth near her ears. "So..is it happening?", I whispered, as my wild self was feeling itself.

Thanks, lingerie.

But suddenly, I felt Verose's arms around my waist and her head lowering down to my ear. She took her own sweet time having her head in the crook of my neck that I felt her warm breath hitting my neck. I got worried thinking something actually happened but Verose whispered, "You thought."

We both pulled away from each other at the same time and stared at each other for two seconds before bursting out laughing, laughing so much that we fell on the bed.

"You're too good of an actor!", Verose barely managed to tell while still laughing.

"But I didn't expect you to do that either! I thought you'd pull away saying "eww" or something.", I replied, resting my hands on my stomach from all the laughing.

"But..", Verose said, dragging the vowel. "You're wearing lingerie and there is so much skin for me soo.."

Oh no.

Verose instantly got on top of me, her hands get my stomach and she started tickling me.

"VEROSE STOP!", I scream while laughing loudly.

"Nope!"

"VEROSE PLEASE MY STOMACH HURTS!", I scream out again but she doesn't listen.

And there I laid in the torturous joy, kicking my legs in the air and tossing and turning my torso but I had to do something though. My hands fumbled around and found a pillow. I clutched it in my hands before smacking it at Verose.

"Oww!", She was thrown aside a bit but she had stopped tickling me.

I took the chance and switched our positions with me being on top of her holding the pillow in my hands. "You'll tickle me huh? Bitch just watch!", I smacked the pillow on her head again and again messing her hair and making her scream but I didn't stop.

"SORRY Y/N-", She spoke but I cut her off.

"Nope sorry won't work hun!", I continued to smack her.

"Y/N PLEASE STOP! MY HAIR IS MESSING UP! PLEASE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!", She covered herself and screeched again but I was too cold-hearted to listen.

(Jimin's POV)

Shutting the door behind me I went inside my penthouse.

I walked towards the sofa before sitting down on it exhaustedly. I shrugged off my coat and threw it aside while loosening my tie. Crossing my legs, I slid my arm on the expanse of the headrest, throwing my head back and running my fingers through my hair, a sigh leaving my lips. I closed my eyes only to have the images that have been pestering me throughout the day flash before my eyes.

Her..Y/n.

I couldn't help but reminisce about her walking into my chamber, looking so concentrated while I gave her the shorthand task, her answering my questions so diligently but also looking confused once in a while, the way she reddened when I appreciated her, her skills, everything. My eyes didn't want to leave her then and those moments didn't want to leave my mind now.

But what was the willingly thrown torture at me was the vivid images of her..her breasts looking so significant when she sat in front of me, the way her hips moved when she walked, her ass-

I shot my eyes open from the torturous images in my head.

"Fuck..", I bent forward resting an elbow on my now widespread legs, holding my forehead. "What's going on with me..? Why am I getting so affected by her...?"

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I seriously hope this chapter doesn't get taken down T_T

Btw did I give you any "thoughts" in the Verose-Y/n part?? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

In case anyone needs it:- Lingerie- (Lon/juh/ray)