The mansion felt like a tomb that night—empty, echoing with the ghosts of a shattered marriage. Yoongi sat alone in the dim living room, the massive space that once hosted family dinners now just a reminder of betrayal. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat on the coffee table, the amber liquid swirling in his glass as he stared at nothing. Yeji’s words from earlier replayed in his head like a nightmare: the affair, the lies, the way she’d thrown it all in his face. “Limp-dicked husband,” she’d sneered in that video—with some stranger. Divorce papers were already in motion, but the pain lingered, sharp and unrelenting. At 45, he felt old, broken—wondering if he’d ever feel desired again.

The doorbell rang, pulling him from his stupor. He glanced at the clock—10 PM. Who the hell? He dragged himself to the door, opening it to find Mimi standing there, a takeout bag in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other. She was dressed casually—tight yoga pants hugging her curves, a loose crop top showing a sliver of toned stomach, her long hair tied in a messy bun. At 22, she was vibrant, full of life—the opposite of his current darkness. “Mr. Min? Hey… Tae told me what happened. I just… thought you might need some company. And food. And wine.” She held up the bag sheepishly, her full lips curving in a soft smile.

Yoongi blinked, surprised but not unhappy to see her. Mimi had been around since she and Tae became best friends in college—always polite, always brightening the room. “Mimi… you didn’t have to. But… come in.” He stepped aside, the house feeling a little less empty already.

They settled on the couch—Mimi unpacking containers of comfort food: spicy ramen, fried chicken, kimchi jjigae—all his favorites, somehow. “I remembered from that barbecue last year,” she explained, popping the wine cork and pouring them both glasses. “Figured you could use something hearty.”

Yoongi took a sip, the wine warming him slightly. “Thanks. Really. It’s been… rough.” He stared at his glass, voice low. “Finding out about the affair—right under my nose. Makes me feel like a fool.”

Mimi’s eyes softened, scooting closer. “You’re not a fool, Mr. Min. Yeji’s the one who messed up. You deserve better—so much better.” Her hand rested on his arm gently, a comforting touch that sent a small spark through him. They ate in companionable silence at first, but as the wine flowed, conversation deepened. Mimi shared stories from her life—her wild college days, her string of “sugar daddies” that paid for her apartment but left her feeling empty. “They’re fun, but… it’s not real, you know? No one looks at me like I’m more than a pretty face.”

Yoongi listened, opening up in return—about his arranged marriage to Yeji young, the pressure of building his empire, how he’d always put family first. “I thought we were solid. But she… she threw it all away.” His voice cracked slightly, the whiskey and wine loosening his walls.

Mimi set her glass down, turning to face him fully. “Mr. Min… Yoongi. You’re an amazing man. Strong, kind, successful. Any woman would be lucky to have you. I… I’ve always thought that.” Her cheeks flushed, eyes meeting his with a vulnerability that surprised him.

He froze, heart racing. “Mimi… what are you saying?”

She bit her lip, leaning in closer—the air thickening between them. “I’ve had a crush on you for years. Tae’s dad—the cool, handsome CEO who spoils everyone. After what Yeji did… you deserve to feel wanted. Really wanted.” Her hand slid to his thigh, tentative but bold.

Yoongi’s breath hitched—the touch igniting something he’d buried deep. “Mimi… you’re Tae’s best friend. This is—” But his words cut off as she kissed him—soft at first, lips tentative against his. He hesitated for a second, then gave in—kissing her back deeper, hands cupping her face. The kiss turned emotional—slow, exploring, years of unspoken tension releasing. “God… you taste so good,” he murmured against her mouth, pulling her onto his lap.

Mimi straddled him, moaning softly as she felt his hardening bulge press against her. “Yoongi… I’ve wanted this for so long. Let me make you feel good—forget her.” Her hands roamed his chest, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing his toned body—salt-and-pepper hair adding to his distinguished allure. She kissed his neck, sucking gently, her crop top riding up to show her lacy bra.

He groaned, hands sliding under her top—squeezing her full tits through the fabric. “Fuck, Mimi… you’re so beautiful. But are you sure? I’m old enough to be—”

“Your dad? I know,” she whispered sluttily, grinding down on his bulge. “That’s what makes it hot. I want you— all of you. Let me show you how wanted you are.” She pulled off her top, bra following—her massive tits spilling out, nipples hard and pink. Yoongi stared, then dove in—sucking one into his mouth, tongue flicking as she moaned. “Yes… suck my tits, Yoongi. They’ve been aching for you.”

The kiss had turned them both on—slow build erupting into need. Yoongi stood, carrying her to his bedroom—the one he’d shared with Yeji, but now it felt new. He laid her on the bed, stripping her yoga pants—revealing no panties, her shaved pussy already slick. “No underwear? You came prepared,” he teased, voice rough with rediscovered desire.

Mimi giggled softly, spreading her legs. “For you? Always. Touch me… please.” Yoongi knelt between her thighs, fingers tracing her folds—dipping in slowly, feeling her tightness. “Mmm… your fingers feel so good. Deeper—finger me like you own me.” He pumped two fingers in, curling to hit her spot, thumb on her clit—making her arch. “Ahh! Yes… just like that. You’ve got me so wet—eat me, Yoongi. Taste how much I want you.”

He buried his face between her legs—tongue lapping her clit, thrusting into her hole. “You taste like heaven… so sweet and wet for me.” Mimi moaned, hands in his hair—grinding against his mouth. “Eat my pussy… tongue-fuck me deep! God, you’re so good—better than any sugar daddy.” Yoongi growled, sucking her clit hard—rediscovering how good it felt to be craved, his cock throbbing in his pants.

Mimi pulled him up, stripping him fully—his thick cock springing free. “Fuck… you’re so big. I need you inside me.” She stroked him slowly, then guided him to her entrance. “Slow at first… let me feel every inch.” Yoongi thrust in gently—her tight pussy gripping him like a glove. “Ahh! So thick… filling me up so good. Fuck me, Yoongi—make me yours.”

He started slow—emotional thrusts, kissing her deeply, hands intertwined. “You feel incredible… so tight, so perfect.” But as passion built, it turned filthy—Mimi wrapping her legs around him, urging him deeper. “Harder… pound my pussy! I’ve dreamed of this—fuck me like you mean it.” Yoongi slammed in rougher—hips snapping, bed creaking. “Like this? Taking my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes! Fuck me rough—own this pussy! You’ve been hurt… take it out on me—cum inside!” Mimi screamed, nails raking his back. They fucked long—positions shifting, her riding him with tits bouncing, him from behind slapping her ass. Finally, he came deep inside her—both moaning through orgasms. “God… I needed that,” Yoongi panted, holding her close.

Mimi smiled, curling into him. “Me too. This is real… and it’s just the beginning.”