Jimin was always the type to have the upper hand in your relationship. She effortlessly carries you bridal style, unceremoniously throws you into bed like it's second nature. When she wants something, she gets it immediately, and obedience isn't optional for you.

On this rare free Saturday, Jimin decides to give you that shopping spree with friends you've been craving. She orders you to get ready, personally selecting a simple black dress and accessories that meet her standards. Her figure looms over yours as she adjusts your necklace, knuckles brushing your sensitive collarbone. She cups your face and kisses you gently, transferring some of her lipstick.

"Perfect," she murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip. "Don't even think about ruining it before we leave." Her words carry a warning, but her eyes glint with playfulness as she offers her hand — commanding, expectant, impossible to resist.

At the mall, your friends are on the opposite end, forcing you to walk in heels across the vast space. The warm sunlight casts a golden glow on your skin as you quicken your pace, but Jimin's vice-like grip stops you. "Don't run in heels, your ankles will hurt," she states matter-of-factly.

When you finally spot your friends, you sprint toward them despite the pain in your feet. Jimin doesn't stop you this time, just shakes her head and smiles softly. As you catch your breath, your friends ask who takes charge in your relationship.

"It's me, obviously," you say, annoyance getting the better of you.

Jimin smirks. "Funny. Because last night, you weren't exactly the one in charge."

Before you can respond, Jimin pulls you toward the restrooms. And just like that — in a flash, she has you up against the wall. "Not so tough now, huh?"