wrong number, right person
~ includes burn rom-com / steamy romance
tension level: high chemistry / instant attraction
key tags: * #fastburn #includeskisses #brattaming #firstkiss #sizedifference / #powerdynamics
summary ; kim minjeong is used to getting what she wants and laughing at the consequences. when a drunken game of truth or dare leads her to prank call a random number, she thinks she’s found an easy target for a joke. she’s loud, bratty, and has no idea she’s wasting the time of the most powerful woman on the planet.
yoo jimin doesn't do "random." as a genius CEO running a global empire, her time is worth millions and her patience is non existent. She was expecting a high level briefing; instead, she got a girl with a bad joke and a spoiled attitude.
minjeong thought she could just hang up. but jimin is smart enough to track the call. and powerful enough to make sure minjeong learns exactly what happens when you waste the wrong person's time.
the air in kim minjeong's luxury villa was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and discarded snacks. it was a "girls' night," which, in minjeong's world, meant a chaotic mix of high stakes gossip and reckless boredom.
minjeong's inner circle was all there; ningning, the chaotic socialite who lived for drama. aeri (giselle), a sharp tongued heiress who acted as the group's cynical conscience. and ryujin, a mutual friend who had brought a bottle of vintage champagne she'd "borrowed" from her father's cellar.
"i'm bored," minjeong groaned, throwing a designer pillow at ningning. "everything in this city is so predictable."
"then let's spice it up," ningning smirked, pulling out her phone. "truth or dare? and minjeongie, since you think you're the queen of seoul, you go first."
"dare," minjeong snapped, not even hesitating. she took a long sip of champagne, her eyes flashing with a bratty defiance.
"see this card?" ningning held up a sleek, matte black business card with no name, only a gold embossed number.
"i swiped it from a VIP lounge at the tech summit last week. word is, this is a direct line to someone 'untouchable.' call it. prank them. if you can keep them on the line for five minutes without them hanging up, i'll give you those front row paris fashion week tickets i snatched."
minjeong's eyes lit up. "give me the phone."
across town, the atmosphere was the polar opposite. the top three floors of the SYNK tower were a fortress of silence and high level intellect. yoo jimin sat at the head of a mahogany table, surrounded by her top executives.
to her right was kang seulgi, her head of security and a former intelligence officer. to her left was bae joohyun (irene), the COO whose icy efficiency kept the company's global operations running.
"the merger with the european sector is finalized," irene stated, closing a folder. "but we have a leak in the R&D department. we need to find out who's-"
jimin's personal phone, a device so encrypted it was practically a ghost. vibrated on the table. the room went dead silent. only five people in the world had this number.
jimin raised a hand, signaling for silence. she tapped the earpiece. "talk to me."
"is your refrigerator running?" a high pitched, mocking voice asked.
jimin's brow furrowed. she looked at seulgi, who immediately began tracing the signal on a tablet. "i beg your pardon?" jimin asked, her voice like velvet wrapped steel.
"i said, is your refrigerator running? because if it is, it's probably running faster than your brain right now! get it? because you sound like a fossil!"
in the villa, ningning and ryujin were muffled by their hands, shaking with laughter. minjeong was in her element, leaning back, feeling untouchable.
"do you have any idea who you are speaking to?" jimin asked. she wasn't angry yet, she was analytically fascinated. this person sounded young, rich, and incredibly bored.
"i'm speaking to a very serious lady who needs to touch some grass," minjeong replied, her tone dripping with "brat" energy. "anyway, knock knock."
jimin leaned back. seulgi whispered, "signal is coming from the kim estate in gangnam."
jimin's eyes sharpened. kim minjeong. the daughter of the man who had been trying, and failing. to outpace SYNK tech for years.
"who's there?" jimin asked, her voice dropping an octave, becoming dangerously smooth.
"orange you glad i didn't call your boss and tell them you're failing at your job?" minjeong giggled. "you sound so stressed, honey. maybe take a nap? or buy a personality?"
the executives in the room watched in horror as their CEO, the woman who had stared down prime ministers. listened to a 'knock knock' joke. irene looked like she was about to have an aneurysm.
"i don't have a boss," jimin said calmly. "and as for my personality, it's currently focused on the fact that you've wasted three minutes of a woman whose hourly rate could buy your entire wardrobe."
"big words for a tech support girl," minjeong shot back, oblivious. "tell me, is it lonely up there in the cubicle? do you need me to send you a pizza? actually, no, you sound like you eat kale and sadness."
minjeong finally hung up at the six minute mark, tossing the phone onto the rug. "easy. she was a total bore, but she was too stunned to hang up."
"you're a menace, minjeong," ryujin laughed, pouring more drinks.
but back at SYNK tower, the "bore" was standing up.
"seulgi," jimin said, her voice calm but her eyes burning with a new kind of hunger. "cancel my trip to tokyo. it seems the kim family has a daughter who needs to be taught the value of time."
"what are you planning?" irene asked, sensing the shift in the air.
jimin pulled up minjeong's social media, a flurry of yachts, high end shopping sprees, and pouting selfies.
"she's a brat. she's spoiled. and she's exactly the kind of distraction i've been looking for."
"ma'am, she's a civilian," seulgi reminded her.
"she's a kim," jimin corrected. "and she just gave me an invitation. arrange a meeting with her father for tomorrow. tell him i'm interested in a partnership... but specifically, i want his daughter to head the 'cultural integration' wing of the project. under my direct supervision."
three days later, minjeong was dragged out of bed by her father, kim junghoon, who looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"minjeong, get dressed. now. the CEO of SYNK tech is in the drawing room. she says you... spoke to her recently? she's offering a deal that could save our shipping margins, but she insists on speaking with you."
minjeong froze. "SYNK tech? you mean the woman from the phone?"
she walked downstairs, still in her silk robe, her hair a mess, expecting to see a middle aged woman in a grey suit. instead, she found a woman who looked like a goddess carved from ice and starlight.
yoo jimin was standing by the window, wearing a suit that probably cost more than minjeong's car. she turned, a predatory smirk playing on her lips.
"knock, knock," jimin said softly.
minjeong felt her heart skip a beat, not from fear, but from the sudden, overwhelming realization that she had messed with the wrong person.
jimin stepped closer, her scent of sandalwood and expensive ink filling minjeong's personal space. she leaned in, whispering into the younger girl's ear.
"your new boss. and trust me, minjeong-ssi... i don't give breaks for naps or kale."
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