A gorgeous devil of a woman

"If you cheat on me, I'll snip your d*ck off… Like snip-snip-"

The woman with auburn waist-long hair and light brown eyes tossed the script containing some lyrics at the handsome man sitting in the corner of the studio, bobbing his shaggy ink-black hair while he listened to his music on full blast.

"Minji, are you insane?" The man shifted his headphones. "I worked hard on those-" But before he could finish his statement, the woman pulled out the cords of his headphones.

"Asshole! Do you feel like dying today?" She swished her long locks over her slender exposed shoulders. Her loud voice halted everyone that was practicing in the room. "What is this garbage? Snip-snip?" She tapped her foot continuously, till everyone else but the 'asshole' had left in a scurry. "Listen to me Sochun-"

"I don't see what the problem is. You said you wanted to sound dirty and sexy." The man got off the floor and dusted his pants off. "I worked really hard on those." He smiled gleefully–exposing deep dimples on the sides of his cheek–at Minji, who was inches away from choking him.

"And nothing sounds sexier than telling men I want to snip their dicks off." She paced around the room, twiddling her hair between her fingers.

"You always say it to me..." He scratched the back of his neck and playfully winked at Minji.

"And I just might one of these days." Minji paused to hiss at him, then she continued to pace around the room. Minji nibbled on her nails, clearly agitated as she thought of a solution to her undisclosed predicament.

"Listen, babe… I can-" Sochun began to speak, but Minji waved him away, dismissing him like always.

"No, you can't. You're such an idiot. You had one job Sochun, did you even confer with your father?" She stomped her foot aggravatedly. Sochun knew better than to provoke her when she got testy, but she had been barking at him all month for the stupid lyrics, but when he finally wrote them, she threw them in his face. He could not please this woman anyhow he tried.

"Why would I confer with my father?" Sochun crossed his arms and rested against the wall. Looking nonchalant and unbothered. "Why are you even bringing up that bastard?"

Minjin could not care less what relationship Sochun had, or did not have with his father, she only wanted results. "Maybe because that bastard produced Korea's number one solo artist. Why the hell am I even dating you?" She threw her hands up in the air "Ugh! Sochun, the talent show rehearsal is tomorrow. You're such an asshole. What am I going to do?" She squatted down and covered her head with her arms, presumably sobbing. Sochun let out a loud sigh, he wondered why he could not resist Minji's cute act, even though seconds ago she had called him an idiot several times.

"I'll fix it." Sochun knelt by her side and stroked her back lovingly. Minjin shot up like a spark.

"Really? You'll talk to your father?" She beamed. How could he resist this gorgeous devil of a woman? He nodded solemnly, well he could just force someone else to write the lyrics and say his father took a look at it. "You promise right?" Minji kissed him repeatedly on his cheek.

"Was it even that bad? You know I spent all night working on it." Minji paused from planting kisses and took a step back after hearing his words.

"All night? You had a month, you loser!" She raised her arms and smacked it on his face. And another, and another. "I ought to kill you, are you trying to ruin me?" She pushed him over and straddled him.

"Is this a new type of foreplay?" He grinned at Minjin, who was turning red with rage.

"I thought you were just an untalented fuck, but to think you're a lazy prick as well. Ugh, I wish your father had other sons." Minjin got off him. "Foreplay my ass."  She seethed.

"If you insist." Sochun grabbed Minjin's butt, and in retaliation, she lightly kicked him in his side.

"I'm not joking dickhead. If you don't fix this..." She paused to think of a punishment. "No sex for a month." She smiled slyly in his face.

"Oh… I'm hurt, how would I survive without boning my girlfriend, who is only using me to get to my father, for a month," and Minjin slapped his head in response to his sarcasm. He bent forward and laughed at what he thought was a perfect riposte. He knew she'd get angry all the time like this, and bark "no sex," but the next morning she would be chasing him around begging for it.

"Then no sex for four months." She hissed. "Now you're in the dog house." Minji flipped her hair in his face. She was through with his bullshit. Was he trying to sabotage her?

"Wait, I was kidding. You know I love you, my sweet Minjin, my darling Minjin. An absolute beauty. I would do anything for you." He raced to throw his arms around his girlfriend, whispering sweet-nothings in her ears. Minji struggled out of his embrace. Sochun continued whispering sweet-nothings into her ears, and the entire ordeal was getting Minji worked up. Sochun knew she had sensitive ears and took pleasure in using her weakness against her, but not this time. She was not letting him off the hook with 'sweet-nothings'; this talent show was going to put her on the map, she would not let anyone ruin it for her.

"Then speak to your father about this trash you wrote and get me killer lyrics so I can destroy those wannabe-hacks at the talent show." Minjin pushed him off her, her eyes flickered with passion and determination. "I have no use for a man that can't do such a simple job." She turned towards the door, to see a bunch of people gathered to watch their usual boyfriend-girlfriend antics. Minjin sighed and walked back towards Sochun and knelt by his side. "Now hurry up and kiss me before those gossip-hungry-chickens think we're fighting." She inched closer to his lips. There was no need to ruin their power-couple image just yet, she still needed Sochun for a lot more than just his father.

Sochun stared at her lovely, peach-coloured lips inching closer to his. Plump and slick with her favourite lipgloss. "How could I ever say no." He grinned before pressing his lips against hers.

***THE NEXT DAY***

Doona rubbed her arms, her mother had squeezed and hugged her so much she was certain all the blood stopped flowing into them. She thanked the driver, who had taken her from the airport to her new apartment. Doona stepped out of the car and set the booth ajar, she then reached in and pulled out her suitcase; thankful that all of her other belongings had already been sent to her apartment, days ahead of her arrival.

"Miss would you like me to help you bring up your suitcase?" Doona watched the man's hands move towards her luggage, and instinctively she pulled her hands away. She prostrated once more to show her appreciation and thanked him with a kind smile.

"No, that won't be necessary. I'm… I mean, I will take it up myself." Doona rubbed her palms together. She tried to maintain eye contact, but her eyes darted around her surroundings. "If you don't mind, I'll be going now." She then pointed to her suitcase still being held by the driver, to which he responded with a cheery smile and waved her goodbye.

"Certainly, I'm sure a lady of your stature could handle this easily." He beamed, scratching his head before he stepped back into his taxi and drove away. Doona stared at the suitcase handle, then she proceeded to pull it behind her.

"Of my stature? What is that supposed to me?" Doona furiously tapped in her pin and pushed the entrance door open. Then she located the elevator and pushed on the button for the fourth floor. With no one around her, she looked at herself in the elevator mirror "Did I put on weight again?" Doona thought and sighed at her reflection. "I have been stress eating since the incident." she tapped her belly. "But things will be different, things will get better." She beamed at herself when suddenly the door slid open, and a man stood at the entrance.