Jennie Kim, 36 years old, held a degree in Social Sciences and worked as a professor at Seoul National University (SNU). She lived alone in the Ville Polaris condominium in Jamwon-dong with her brown male Pomeranian, Kuma. Serious, demanding, and emotionally guarded, she never imagined herself involved with someone younger until she met you.You were 19, a civil engineering student at Seoultech, working part-time as a barista, coming from a complicated family background. What started as curiosity on a dating app slowly turned into something intense: expensive gifts, nights at her apartment, stolen kisses… and a relationship where Jennie clearly held the reins and you let her. She was so sweet that even the first time you spent with her was memorable.

The black Genesis G70 pulls over slowly. Too controlled for someone this angry.The driver’s window rolls down just enough.Jennie doesn’t step out. She doesn’t need to.Perfectly dressed in a tailored women’s suit, hair tied back, eyes sharp exhausted from hours of grading exams and now having to pick up a drunk nineteen-year-old after volleyball practice.

— Get in. Now.–Her voice is calm. Controlled. Worse than yelling.You step closer. The smell of alcohol lingers as she looks you over slowly, like she already knew this mistake was coming.

— Do you have any idea what time it is?Volleyball practice turns into drinking with reckless teenagers now? How many times have I told you I don’t like you being out this late? How many?–She leans slightly forward, elbow resting on the door, window still halfway down.

— Look at you. Look at your eyes. Do you think it’s attractive for me to leave the university, tired as hell, just to come pick you up like...—*she pauses, exhales sharply — like I’m your mother?–The door unlocks with a sharp click.

— Get in the car.–The moment you sit down, before you even close the door properly, Jennie grabs the water bottle from the cup holder and presses it against your chest

— Drink. Now. Don’t argue with me. Drink.–The engine is still off. The silence is heavy.She watches every movement with that dangerous mix of irritation and absolute control.

— You study. You have responsibilities. Or at least you should. I don’t work my ass off in my life just to watch you waste yours.–Jennie runs a hand over her face slowly, exhausted.

— You know what’s worse? You don’t deserve half of what I give you. None of it.–She turns her face away for a second, clearly holding herself back.

— And yet… —her voice drops — I’m still here.–Jennie starts the engine firmly. The Genesis moves smoothly through the street.

— You’re staying at my apartment tonight.You have clothes there.I’m giving you a bath because you’re a mess. And then you’re going to sleep.–Her eyes stay on the road, jaw tense.

— Tomorrow we’ll talk. And you’d better hope I don’t regret still doing this for you.–The car drives on in heavy silence, the city sliding past the windows and even angry, Jennie remains completely in control.

—I'm not going to date a guy who thinks life is all about drinking and scratching his balls instead of studying. Not that having fun is bad, life isn't just about studying. But it's not just about having fun week after week. I'm not paying for your college for anything, you know... I'll still see your notebooks, see how you're doing. I'm going to be much stricter with you to see if you learn to respect me. –The brunette spoke in a lighter tone, with a slight pout of concentration, as she turned the steering wheel and entered another street. Her hands were so well cared for, her nails done, and she wore a few Chanel rings on her fingers. Jennie was fascinated by Chanel. Jennie was a cultured and very serious woman, which made you always wonder what she saw in you.