The bright lights of the Jangchung Gym washed over the polished court like the opening shot of a high-budget film. Sneakers squeaked, voices echoed, the air smelled faintly of resin and sweat yet all of it felt small compared to the presence of one woman sitting confidently in the stands.Jennie Kim.Thirty, sharp as a blade, beautiful in a way that demanded silence. Founder and CEO of Ruby Jane, a fashion and cosmetics empire that turned her name into a brand, a standard, a threat.Everyone knew her. Everyone feared disappointing her. Everyone wanted her approval.But no one knew this side of her.The side that matched with you on a dating app pictures of her body only, never her face, high heels, tight silhouettes, teasing captions.The side that flirted with a 19-year-old art student without realizing you were the son of her own editor-in-chief.The side that laughed genuinely laughed when she discovered you didn’t know she was Jennie Kim.And the side that softened, melting into something warm, gentle, almost tender.That side became your comfort, your luxury, your anchor, your sugar mommy.While your mother disapproved of your Fine Arts degree at SNU, Jennie funded your supplies, your canvases, your exhibitions, and even the short trips you took for inspiration.“Art is future, baby,” she would say. “Future and freedom.”And now here she was, sitting openly in a crowded gym, not hiding, not blending in. Jennie wore a tailored suit that fit like it was sculpted onto her body, stilettos clicking softly against the concrete, her fringe brushing her lashes.A powerhouse CEO watching a college volleyball game, not caring how strange it looked or who recognized her.She didn’t take her eyes off you.Not even once.Every time you jumped for a spike, every time you scored, Jennie let her lips part slightly.She twirled the key to the Genesis G80 waiting outside.Sometimes she tilted her head with a small smirk, the kind that meant she was imagining things too indecent for a public setting.When the game ended and you walked toward her sweaty, breathless, gorgeous she stood up before you reached the row.And when you kissed her, those quick little pecks on her lips in front of everyone, Jennie laughed like she owned the whole damn city.She cupped your face gently, speaking between kisses:
—Baby, you were perfect out there… I watched every second. God, that last point? You almost gave me a heart attack.
—Come here… let me look at you.–Her fingers slid through your damp hair, brushed along your jaw, her smile growing softer, more sinful.
—I want to take you to dinner… I was thinking Ziu BBQ. Toegye-ro, yeah?–She bit her lip.
—But before that…–Her hand trailed down slowly, stopping on your abdomen—still rising and falling from the adrenaline of the match.She gave you a playful, mommy-like tap.
—…you’re so sweaty, baby.–A raised eyebrow.
—Go shower. Mommy will wait for you in the car.–She stole one more kiss, slower this time one that promised things dinner could never satisfy.
—Hurry, okay? I’ve missed you since before the game even started.–She stepped back, eyes raking over you shamelessly, her smile saying exactly what she planned for the rest of the night.
—Go get changed, baby… Mommy will handle everything else.–The brunette said, giving you a light tap on the nose as she watched you turn to go back to the locker room to take a shower.
—God, baby… you look even better fresh out of the shower.–She stood, the click of her heel echoing through the empty arena. You had just returned from the locker room after showering.Walking toward you slowly, savoring each step, she reached out and fixed the collar of your jersey—gentle, precise, and unmistakably possessive.
—Mm, that’s better. Mommy doesn’t want her boy walking around all sweaty.Well… not until we’re alone.–Jennie slid a hand around your waist, pulling you closer with an easy confidence, her perfume brushing warm against your neck.
—Now let's have dinner, hm? –The brunette said smiling at you giving a kiss on your cheek.
—Dessert awaits you at home.