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serendipityjxmn · 2 years
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Indomitus ;
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Pairing/Characters: Park Jimin x Character/Reader
Chapter Count: Oneshot
Words Count: 6.2k
Genre/TW: gang, romance, mature, mentions of guns, smut, mature (explicit 18+)
Status: Completed
Description:
You're almost certain that death has come knocking at your door when a beautiful looking but dishevelled man broke into your apartment, holding you hostage. Until you realized he's wounded from gunshot, triggering your conscience as a doctor. And everything dirty, fantasy, your darkest desire spirals from there.
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You take a deep breath as soon as you’re out on the streets, the cold air hitting your face making you shiver and relieved both at the same time. It’s past midnight and the streets are empty. You quickly head towards your car and waste no time driving off from the parkway of the hospital.
You’re on duty at the hospital tonight and the last two nights as well and there’s nothing more that you want than to soak yourself in a hot bath. It doesn’t take long to arrive at your apartment. You don’t live far away from the hospital, to be convenient for on call duty. You could basically walk to the hospital but sometimes your shifts end late night and you don’t think it’s safe enough to walk alone for two blocks in the dead of the night so the car it is.
You shrug off your shoulders, winding it back and forth several times to relax your tense muscles as you make your way to your apartment.
You had just closed the door behind you, walked several steps inside when you notice something feels off. As if there’s another presence in your apartment.
You opt not to switch on the lights. The moonlight shifting through your window, which you now notice is ajar, although very slightly, illuminates your living room. But it’s enough evidence to warn you because you never really open the window unless during leisure time but that’s on weekends.
You move forward slowly and place your handbag and car keys on the table before walking towards the window. Silently, you closed the window and you have to fight a shudder from the breezing wind.
As if on cue, a strong hand clasp your mouth and all senses in you become alerted at once. You would fight, if you don’t feel the muzzle of a gun against the side of your head. You could barely make out the person’s face through the window, only his silhouette can be seen. You gasp out loud, when you realize your attacker is a male.
“Be quiet or I’ll shoot.” He says, voice close to your ear.
You nod as your body trembles. You doubt anyone would hear if you scream and be quick enough to save you before he cocks his gun. You doubt he wants to harm you anyway because he would’ve done that as soon as you step into the apartment.
“I- I don’t have money, if that’s what you’re asking for-” you say as soon as he releases his hand from your mouth, your body still trembling as he still holds his gun to your head.
He lets out a sound like a scoff but doesn’t answer. After a moment, he says, “You’re a doctor aren’t you?”
You nod slowly.
“I need your help.” He says, and this time you finally hear the slight huff between his breath, like he’s having trouble breathing.
Help? What kind of help could he possibly need from you? You brave yourself to slowly turn around, definitely not prepared for the sight in front of you.
The silver beam of moonlight through the window only serves as a dimming light. But even in the bleary, the slight features and outline of his face is enough to tell you that the man is beautiful. The slight glint on his forehead is what gives his situation away. He had beads of sweat on his forehead and when you look down, that’s when you finally took notice of the dark wet patch on his shirt, right above his abdomen. His free hand clutching the wound tightly, but the blood still gushed between his fingers and quickly soaked the crumpled cloth underneath his fingers.
“Oh my god- oh my- you’re hurt!” You gasp in panic, and his safety is all you could think of now. Your hands quickly reach forward to apply pressure above his hand, perhaps a little too sudden, making him hiss.
“Careful.” He says through gritted teeth.
You mutter a sorry and looks up into his eye, asking for permission. Swallowing hard, he then lifts his shirt and your eyes widen the moment you see his wound.
“Is that- is that a bullet wound?” your voice thick, “Where’d you get a bullet wound?” as panic starts to register in your voice. You’ve never seen a bullet wound except in videos back when you’re still studying, but never one in your country, or in Seoul.
“Can you help me stitch it?” He asks, and even in the dim light you know he’s going paler. He’s losing too much blood.
You look up, hands no longer touching him. “Who are you?”
He regards you intently before answering. “You don’t want to know. Now answer me instead of asking questions. Can you help me?”
You bite your lips. “I- I don’t have the equipments. I’m just a general doctor, not a surgeon- you have to go to the hospital.”
“I don’t have the fucking time!” He grits out and then- out of nowhere- he shoves some medical equipments towards you.
“Where’d you get this?” You look at him in disbelief. “Clinic? There’s a clinic few blocks- oh my god- did you break into the clinic?!”
“Can you do it?” He asks again, voice getting weaker.
Oh God, he’ll die if you don’t do it.
Your brain is in an entire war for what seems like eternity, the guy who’s face is getting paler by the second, slumps himself on the single chair, you’d probably scold for staining it on normal days. But this is not ‘normal days’.
“Wait here.” You finally say. You walk away to get some hot water to do some mediocre sterilization process, forcing your brain to work on muscle memory as you waddle through the pitch darkness.
When you return to him, he had his eyes shut. “I need to switch on the light.”
He purses his lips. “Just this one.” He says, pointing to the standing lamp beside the chair.
You want to argue because you need more light but decide against it so you move towards the window to shut the curtain, leaving your whole apartment completely dark.
It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and making your way back towards the guy before you tripped over some furniture leg and would’ve fall flat on the floor if not for the cold hands gripping your arms strongly, catching you. And that’s when the light beside him flickers on.
He’s sitting on the chair but you almost catch your breath when you glance up. He’s pulled away all of his shirt, so he’s naked from the waist up top, save for his wound area being applied pressure upon using his shirt.
He’s not just beautiful, you think. He’s gorgeous and ethereal. Probably the most wonderful existence you’ve ever seen. His skin is fair, his face too pretty to be true, his features both sharp and delicate, and when you look further down.. you gulp as his beautiful muscles come into view. His pecs and abs toned to perfection.
And yet, it’s his heavy and intense stare at you that snaps you out of trance. You clear your throat and he slowly takes his hands off his wound. With the cloth you brought, you begin cleaning him off completely and it takes three sets of cloth before the wound can be seen.
You fetch your phone to switch on the light to see if the bullet’s still in there.
“Is the bullet still in there?” You ask for confirmation.
He shakes his head. “No, I already pull it out.”
You would ask how but not now, you think. You try to clean the wound area as clean as you could before you finally begin to suture his wound.
And all the time you do it, you could feel his intense stare so you work hard to keep your focus before you combust into flames.
“W-who are you?” You ask after gathering much courage.
“I told you you don’t want to know.” He says, voice still weak but you notice how low and raspy it is.
You wet your lips, wondering what to ask next. A question that would not cause him to pull the trigger.
“How did you know I’m a doctor?” You purposely makes your tone lighter. His lips quirk up a little. “Or that I live here on this floor in this unit?”
He’s silent for a moment before he answers you. “I watched you for two days.”
Your jaw drops, eyes looking at him incredulously and he has the audacity to look slightly embarassed as he adjusts his position. “So you.. y-you stalked me?”
“Just needed to make sure you live alone.”
“And how would you know that I’d help you?” Perhaps it is out of habit, but you prefer to make your patients talk when you’re treating them, so that they forget the pain and at the same time gain their trust.
“Because I’ll kill you if you don’t?” He tilts his head slightly, like he’s stating the most obvious reason.
You swallow. You’re done stitching him up. But for a strange reason you’re intrigued by this man and don’t want him to leave at once.
It’s weird because you know he’s dangerous.
And remember what they say.. curiosity always killed the cat.
Swallowing, you stutter, “I’m- I’m done.”
He looks down and studies his stitched abdomen. His body is glistening while his hair slightly wet from his sweat. It’s unfair how a dangerous guy like him can look so beautiful.
“You did a pretty good job.” He stands and takes a step towards you. His height towering above you now that he’s standing straight. He’s a good head taller than you, you think.
You gulp thickly when he continues to step closer, heart hammering against your ribs. His head dips down a little, lips almost brushing your temple. “Thank you.” He murmurs and a shiver runs down your spine. His hands reach up and your heart almost burst in anticipation but all he did is run his delicate fingers down a strand of your hair softly.
Then he turns around.
“Wait what’s your name?” You ask. He stops in his track but doesn’t fully turns his body to face you, only his face looking down to his right.
“You don’t want to know.” For the hundrendth time.
“Wait-” you call again before he could reach the door. “I- I’ll give you a new shirt.” You say quickly and heads towards your bedroom. Hunting for a hoodie in a split second, you almost half run to the living room only to find him already gone.
When you wake the next morning, you sit on your bed for a good minute, wondering whether last night was real or if it’s just a dream. It doesn’t seem real at all. You could scarcely sleep last night.
Thinking you would be late if you procrastinate any longer, you get up and get ready for work.
It’s just a dream, you tell yourself.
But when you pass by the clinic a block away from your apartment, there’s a police car outside and somehow your guts tell you it wasn’t a dream.
Your heartbeat quickens and you find yourself flooring the pedal, arriving at the hospital with erratic breathing.
Who is he?
What is he?
How did he find you?
Why you?
And those questions keep floating in your mind over and over again. You had trouble focusing, you keep zoning out, even the regular coffee from the vending machine can’t pull yourself together.
“Are you okay?”
You look up from the canned coffee on your hand. It’s Han, your colleague.
“You’ve been staring at your coffee for the past 10
minutes now.”
You blink at him several moments. Huh? “What?”
He laughs. Then he holds your shoulders at arms length. “Oh God, you really look like a zombie now.”
“I know I look horrible. I was on call for three days straight.”
“No wonder.” He looks at his watch. “Well, why don’t you go for lunch? It’s almost 12 anyway. I’ll cover for you.”
“You will? Thanks Han. You’re really a life savior.”
“I know. I’m awesome like that.” He left you with a wink.
You’re just on your way to your desk when Nin, your junior and her friend rush out the door but stops as soon as they see you.
“Omg sunbae! Congratulations!” Nin says.
You give them a puzzled stare. You’re really not in the mood to entertain any joke right now.
“Ey~ you’re trying to keep your dating life a secret right? It’s okay. We’ll hold it till we die.” And with that, they set off while giggling, leaving you puzzled as ever.
But as soon as you push the door and heads to your table, you understand why.
On your table, there’s a huge bouquet of flowers.
You stand frozen, unable to process anything too fast.
And then step by step you walk towards it.
Nothing. No card, no nothing.
But somehow your instinct tells you the only person in your mind that could send the flowers to you.
Him.
It’s been two weeks since you received the flowers. Two weeks since you last saw him.
And you haven’t been yourself that it’s getting more and more ridiculous as it goes by.
You take hospital supplies just in case you need to treat someone at home. You constantly watch over your shoulder and even got a habit of sitting in the deli across your apartment just to get a glimpse of him.
But he just won’t be out in the daylight.
You sigh as you stand near the traffic light, waiting to cross the road. Perhaps that was really the first and the last time you’d see him.
When you reach home that night, you shower quickly and heads to bed earlier than usual.
It’s midnight, you think, but couldn’t be sure of the time, when you wake suddenly feeling alarmed. But you can’t see nothing in the pitch black darkness so you turn to switch on the bedside lamp.
And you couldn’t be ready with what comes into your view. It’s him, sitting on the edge of your bed. But it’s an automated reaction, even though you’ve been waiting to see him again, a scream makes it way through your lung. And within a millisecond, his hand clasps your mouth, his body above yours, trapping you effectively.
You stop screaming immediately, but his hand is still above yours and for a moment, the both of you only stares at each other, some inexplicable tension turning your heartbeat erratic.
He drops his hand once he’s seen you calmed down. And then you finally took notice of blood, contrasting against his white shirt. You sit up almost immediately, hand reaching for his stomach so sudden that he hisses.
“Did your wound reopen?” You ask quickly.
He nods. You then sigh as you look at him.
And in his mind, perhaps for the first time ever, someone looks genuinely concerned about him.
You lift yourself up from the bed. “Please sit. I’ll fetch the medical kit.” You rush to the kitchen where you left the kit, filled with gauzes and alcohol supply you took from the hospital. When you return, you see him leaning against the bed’s headboard, his eyes closed. The image of him sitting on your bed is making your heart beats rapidly. Swallowing, you try hard to compose yourself.
He senses your presence and his eye reopens.
“I’m assuming that I can’t switch on other lamp except for this one too.” You say as you sit yourself on the edge of your bed beside him.
“Sorry.” He mumbles.
You pause for a moment, not expecting the word out of his mouth. Inhaling deeply, you start unbuttoning his shirt from below. Is it weird that you’ve done this a thousand times during emergency but your hand is currently trembling?
“I don’t think your wound reopens seconds ago. It’s been what, two days?” You glare at him.
“Three.” He answers quietly and you shoot him a murderous look.
“You’re lucky it didn’t get infected.” You scold as you clean his wound and restitch him.
He raises an eyebrow when you start wrapping him with multiple layers of gauze. “Did you steal from the clinic too?”
The question catches you off guard but you recover quickly. “Shut up.” You say and you heard him chuckle.
And you almost fell in love.
You clear your throat as you make your finishing touch. “You need to rest. And your wound has to be clean. I need to change its dressing everyday. Or everytime you got it dirty.” You nag.
He doesn’t say anything but when you look up, you realise he’s very close. His face merely inches before you.
Now that you’re more clear headed and awake from your sleep, you realize you’re only in your night silk gown and the fact that it’s almost see-through makes it a thousand times worse.
He leans even closer.
The tension is so palpable it’s almost overwhelming.
And then his hands come up to your chin and it goes further and further down, your eyes almost fluttering close as his hand roam dangerously close to your cleavage.
For a brief moment, you swear his face inches even closer, your nose almost touching and only the sounds of your uneven breathing can be heard.
“You know I’m dangerous right?” He says suddenly.
Your eyes shoot open instantly and finds him staring straight at you.
You swallow before slowly nodding.
“So if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from me.” And with that, he immediately gets up but then he staggers a little and you’re on your feet in a flash.
Your hand quickly catches him, but the aftermath is immediate as the man has his hand around your neck as he pushes you to the nearest well.
A reflex, you note. A mistake, you admit.
But you don’t think about it. You think about how hot his skin is and how pale he looks.
When he realises his own action, he visibly lets his grip loose. Your hand slowly comes up to touch his forehead, very, very carefully.
“You have a fever.”
He drops his hand. Staring at you for a few seconds, as if he’s having a war in his head, he finally says, “I’ll borrow your couch just for tonight.” And with that, he exits your room.
Even after an hour has passed, you’re still tossing on your bed because you can’t sleep because the guy that you’ve been waiting to see again, the guy you knew nothing about, not even his name, is outside your bedroom, sleeping in your living room.
After a mental war for 10 minutes, you decide to check up on him. Before that, you fetch an extra blanket for him.
When you see him lying on your couch, one hand across his forehead, you suddenly feel like you want to be the one who erases the cause of him frowning in his sleep. Slowly, you lay the blanket over him.
Just for a moment, you think, you will watch him sleep.
And when you couldn’t stop staring at the features on his face, his delicate eyes, his sharp nose, his beautiful lips, you realize you’re in trouble because you’ve developed a crush on him.
A man you don’t even know where he came from. But a man you know is fully dangerous and can kill you anytime.
Yet the fact that he seeks for you for aid gives you a little assurance that he trusts you. And he could’ve easily kill you while in your sleep, but he didn’t.
He doesn’t look so dangerous when he’s asleep like this.
And the fact that this could really be the last time for you to see him is making you panic. You need to remember something about him.
That’s when you notice a tattoo on his hand. It’s like two doors or something. You frown, never encountering such tattoo before. You try to ingrain it into your mind.
With a heavy heart, you drag your feet to your own bedroom, spending another hour tossing before you could finally fall asleep. When you wake the next morning, he’s already gone.
His eyes. His nose. His lips. His skin. His fingers. It flashes in your mind constantly.
He’s above you. One hand on your waist, one hand cupping your chin. His stare is piercing as he leans forward, his lips merely inches from yours when the image is suddenly pulled away and your eyes shoot open.
Your heart pounds and you struggle to calm your erratic breath. The dream felt so real and vivid.. Your fingers trace your lips. It’s almost like you could feel him kissing you.
Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. It’s three days straight that you’ve dreamt about him. And your heart is unsettled by how much you’re affected by him. You just couldn’t get him out of your mind, consciously or unconsciously.
And that’s how you find yourself in a club at one of the sketchiest area in the city. It’s an infamous area where lots of.. unspoken things go down. You gulp, suddenly thinking that it’s not a very good idea to come alone.
You scan around the club but there’s just nothing. No sight of him at all. Just people harmlessly dancing. Feeling frustrated, you order several shots for yourself, downing it all in one shot.
After what seems like an eternity, you head to the bathroom to pee and refresh yourself to be in a much more sober state. Then you head out the back of the club to clear your mind, taking some fresh air. The cold autumn wind breeze makes you shudder. You suddenly regret your choice of attire. Beneath the jacket on your shoulder, is a short dress that stops mid thigh and your bare legs are freezing right now.
Mindlessly, you walk around and takes unprecedented routes. As you turn one corner, you look up and realize you’ve walked into a dark alley where you can’t help noticing several prostitutes standing on street, several men doing questionable deals. You could walk away from this place, but something in your gut tells you that it can lead you straight to the mysterious guy you’ve encountered.
That’s how you find yourself walking further into the alley, stopping by several times to ask anyone if they know the person with the tattoo you saw. You’ve already drawn the rough sketch of the mysterious man ‘s tattoo at home. And you went around asking if anyone has seen it.
Suddenly, as you were passing another dark corner, you feel something hard pressed on the back of your hip. It takes a moment for you to realize that it’s a gun.
“Be quiet and just walk.” The guy pressed the gun slightly, making you gasp.
Not knowing what to do, you do as he says and walk towards wherever he’s taking you. It wasn’t long until he stops and directed you to enter a high end restaurant which looks a bit out of place at this area. The guy holding you at gun point pushes you forward until you entered another room inside the restaurant. From there, you ascend the staircase and finally you’re led into a room that looks like an office.
There’s several suited men standing in front of a desk and when you’re pushed forward a bit more, you see the man behind the desk. Is it weird that you’re feeling disappointed it’s not the mysterious man you saw instead of feeling alarmed that you’ve walked into a very dangerous place?
The guy holding you to a gun pushes you forward and you almost stumbled upon if one of the men didn’t grab hold of you. He’s tall, you think. Super tall. And when you look up at him, he winks and flashes a dimpled smile.
Gorgeous. That’s the word that you’d use to describe him ten years from now when you recall this memory from your grave, because you’re pretty sure you’ll meet your Creator soon.
“To what do we owe the business here?” The man behind the desk speaks up in a very low voice. Your eyes turns to find him. Is it ridiculous that he’s equally gorgeous? What are these men? Supermodels? Male strippers?
“She’s been snooping around our street, boss. Asking for this tattoo.” The guy behind you hands the little sketch you made.
“Ah,” the dimpled guy smirks.
The guy behind the desk only narrows his eyes at the sketch. “You guys can leave now.” He says.
“Oh come on, Taehyung. We’d like to know how she met him too.” The dimpled guy says.
“Later, Namjoon hyung.”
A shorter one rolls his eyes. “Pretty sure he’s trying to protect his bestfriend, again.”
“I agree, Yoongi hyung. Taehyung-ah, remember Jin hyung don’t like outsiders. You better warn your bestfriend not to cause anymore trouble.” The one in between Namjoon and Yoongi says.
“Yes, yes Hoseok hyung. I just need to question her a little, that’s it.” Taehyung rolls his eyes.
And towards you, Namjoon says, “We’ll see you around soon,” he lets of go of your hands, not before he flashes another dimpled smile.
As soon as everyone left, the guy named Taehyung walks towards you. “So, would you like to tell me why you’re searching for someone with this tattoo?”
You gulp, because his face is too near. “I.. I have something to tell him.”
“Hmm, is that so?” He straightens and takes another small step towards you, forcing you to back away. “What if I tell you.. that I have the same tattoo as well?” He then pulls on his sleeve, revealing the exact same tattoo that you’ve been searching for.
Without thinking, you grip his hand, pulling it towards you for you to see more clearly. “Is he- is he here?”
Your question takes Taehyung a little by surprise. He smiles down at you, as if he’s intrigued by you.
But when you look up, his smile disappear and suddenly, he snatches your hand, holding it up as he backs you away a few steps until you’re backed against a wall. You gasp when your back hit the wall. He leans down, way, way too close. His face literally inches from you.
“I’m not gonna answer your question just yet..” he whispers, or is it just his super low tone speaking?
You swallow.
“Let’s talk about.. how you’re at our territory and the consequence of that.”
“What are you gonna do to me?” Your voice literally a whisper now.
“Unfortunately.. your fate is not mine to decide.” His face backs away a few inches. Then a finger comes up to your head and then slowly, it runs down over your cheek. “Such a shame.”
And then right at that moment, the door bursts open.
And you can’t believe your eyes.
Because it’s him.
It’s him that’s standing on the doorway, staring piercingly when he sees you and Taehyung.
“Ah, Jimin..” Taehyung says but makes no effort to let go of your hands.
Jimin.. that’s his name.
He doesn’t say a word as he steps towards you and snatches your hand away from Taehyung, gripping it a tad too tightly it almost hurts.
“Fuck away, Kim Taehyung.” He growls as he drags you out of the room, towards the hallway and into another... office area, you note.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He glares at you.
You swallow before answering. “I wanted to see you.”
“I told you if you’re smart, you’ll stay away from me.” He growls.
You take a step towards him. “Well maybe I’m not that smart.”
He clenches his jaw as you take another step towards him, closing the proximity.
“I.. I want you, Jimin.”
You watch his eyes turn dark. “Is that so?” He moves forward, backing you in three exact steps and your behind is against the edge of table.
“I can’t get you out of my mind too.” He whispers and then suddenly, his lips are on yours.
You can’t describe the feelings as his lips are pressed so hard against yours. Finally. This is finally happening after the countless time you fantasize about him, imagining him in every way.
“How long have you been thinking about me?” He whispers against the intense kisses.
His one hand is on the back of your neck, holding you close while his other hand roams all over your body, like he can’t get enough of touching you everywhere.
“Ever since I met you-” you’re breathless. His kiss and his tongue expertly draws all sorts of air inside you.
You let out a gasp when he rips your blouse open.
And you know you’re in for a very very long night.
“Tell me what do you imagine when you think about me.” His mouth is on your breasts. Your bra torn off you.
You moan out loud, “Oh God-”
“Tell me,” he demands, making you squeak as he hitches your skirt up.
“T-this-” you choke out, arousement rising as he continues to suck.
“Hmm, I think about you too.” He leans back in to suck on your neck.
Fingers quickly finding buttons of his shirt, deftly unbuttoning each of it. His coat had long been discarded, his tie loosened and off of him in a matter of seconds, landing somewhere on the floor.
Your body arches as he continues to leave open mouth kisses on your neck, shoulder and breasts. “What do you think about?” You ask.
“I think about your god motherfucking tits, how I’m never gonna stop sucking them,” he says before putting three fingers into his mouth and then without warning, rips your underwear off and slides his fingers into your pussy, “your perfect little dripping cunt,” he thrusts inside without mercy, “and how I’m gonna fuck you every single position known till your voice is gone from screaming my name.” He finishes as he withdraws his fingers.
You swallow.
“Then don’t wait,” you whisper.
He clenches his jaw. “Fuck. You’re such a tease, you know that? You don’t know how close I was to ripping your little nightdress the last time we met.. it barely covered anything you might’ve just slept naked. Tell me.. did you put that on for me..?”
You gulp. “Maybe...” you say quietly.
He curses and his eyes widen in lust. Within seconds his pants are off him as well as his boxers and your eyes widen looking at him in full glory. He rips your dress away and you’re completely bare now from top to bottom.
He spits on his hand and pumps his cock a few times before entering you, making your body jolt from the intrusion.
You think you’re in euphoria right now, feeling him inside you is complete bliss. You’re almost crying in pain trying to adjust to his girth and length.
“You want it, take it all-” he grits, eyes almost lolling to the back from his own pleasure but he’s still pushing in, till he hit right to the hilt.
“Oh god-” you moan when he starts bottoming out and pushing back in full.
You prop your elbow on the table as his hands grips your waist, keeping you in place and for a moment, only the sounds of skin lapping and labored breathing fills the room.
“Fuck fuck ugh-” he says as he continues his thrust.
His hands reach forward towards your breast as he cups them roughly. He continues thrusting and you feel the edge of your orgasm nearing. And then suddenly, he slips out and you’re almost enraged. He smirked at your expression.
“Greedy little thing aren’t you?” With one motion he pulls you by the hips and then flips you so you’re bending over the table. Your heart leapt in excitement, over Jimin taking you in this position. He doesn’t keep you waiting for long. He spits on his fingers before he runs his fingers over your slit few times and enters you again.
He fills you so deeply and entirely your eyes almost watering, your stomach clenching. And when he begins his thrust, you’re almost torn apart.
“Yes yes yes- Jimin-”
“You like being taken this way huh?”
“Yes,” you choked out.
He leans down and takes a handful of your hair and you’re forced to chin up. His other hand grips your waist even tighter before he slams back in roughly.
You could feel the orgasm creeping in. “Oh God Jimin-”
“Fuck me too-“ He continued his thrust as the pressure builds inside you until it finally explodes. When he shows no sign of stopping, you ride out your orgasm, just taking pleasure in the way he smoothly slides in and out of you as he chases his own orgasm and you could feel his grip tightening.
“Cum inside, I’m on the pill.” You say and without warning, his warm seeds spill inside you. His pace slows down but he doesn’t pull himself out yet. You hear his harsh breathing, his hand coming up to stroke your hair several times and then went down to trace every corner of your body.
“You look so gorgeous from behind like this. Every corner of yours is sexy.”
He flips you again so you’re facing him and he takes in your spent expression before leaning back in for a more slow but passionate kiss. Your hands roam down to find his cock intending of milking him out completely but to your surprise, he’s still hard.
He pulls your hand away and says, “Let me clean you up.” He licks your lower lip before pushing your body up a little. Your heartbeat picks up its pace again as he spreads your legs and then dives in to lick your pussy that’s dripping with his cum.
Your fingers card his hair, feeling the knot tightening in your stomach once again. “Oh God Jimin- I can’t-”
He smirks like it’s a challenge and the next thing he does had your eyes lolling to he back. He tortured you with his tongue for a few more minutes, tongue swirling deeply, pulling back just to see your response.
But before he could do anything else, you push yourself off the table then takes your step towards him, backing him towards the leather sofa behind him.
He watches you with dark eyes as you lean towards him, lightly swiping your tongue over his lips, hands on his thigh.
“My turn,” you whisper before leaning back down and takes him in your mouth earning a plethora of curses from him.
“God, look at you, you take me so well.” He grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your head as you bob up and down.
His head rolls to the back, sweat beading on his forehead and he’s on the verge of cumming when he says, “Stop babe, come up. Ride me.”
And you don’t think twice before raising yourself and sink down on him. You both let out a moan from the pleasure as you ride him out.
“You are fucking sexy,” he groans.
You increase your pace and soon he has both his hands on each side of your ass, holding them firmly, giving you support.
He leans forward and licks and sucks on your breast as his fingers dig into your ass while yours into his shoulder.
“Fuck! Fuck-” he chants before you both reach climax for the second time.
Your eyes shut, you’re totally spent as you slouched on his shoulder and him on yours.
Once both your breathing calmed down, he says, “That was insane. You’re insane.”
“You ruined my dress.”
“Hm.” He hums against your shoulder. “I’ll buy you another one.”
You pull back then, eyes finding his. “I want you, Park Jimin. I can’t stop thinking about you ever since I met you for the first time.”
He locks his gaze on you. “And when was that?”
Your brows furrowed. Is that a trick question? “When you held me hostage in my own apartment?”
He chuckles. But then his expression serious again. “What if I told you that wasn’t the first time you saw me?”
You frown even deeper. “What are you talking about?”
The corner of his lips quirk a little. “A year ago. In the alley. You saved me when I was bleeding from knife wound.”
Your eyes widen. You only remember bits and pieces of that incident. “I don’t recall any of this.” To be exact, you don’t remember him.
“It was dark. My hair was long enough to cover my face. You couldn’t see me, but I could see you.”
You close your mouth as it’s been wide open since he dropped the news. You need a few moments to process this mindblowing fact. You couldn’t think, especially when you’re naked and had just finished a heated fucking session.
Then you take a deep breath and looks at him straight in the eye. “Well, nice to meet you Park Jimin. I’m-”
“Y/N.” He cuts you off.
“How did you-”
“You’re not the only one who couldn’t stop thinking about us when we first met.”
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Mr. President
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Pairing/Characters: Park Jimin x Reader, Jimin x Reader, all BTS members
Chapter Count: 29 chapters
Total Words Count: TBD
Genre: marriage contract, romance, drama, smut (mature, 18+ explicit content), mafia, violence
Status: Completed
Schedule: New chapter Monday and Friday every week (tentatively)
Description:
Growing up with an abusive brother, you’ve never once been treated like a human being. One life mishap after another and you find yourself out on the streets, homeless with no one to help. And you’re determined to meet the President who holds the power to decide your life. But when you come to face with Mr. Park, a man with a face too beautiful to be true, he dismisses you like you’re nothing.
And when you’re confronted by your enraged brother, he seems determined to end your life and you’ve come to accept the fact that you’re going to die, only to be saved by Mr. Park.
You owe him your life. Literally.
And perhaps several hundred dollars.
So what happens when he offers a marriage contract as repayment?
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A/N: And I'm back with a new story! Centered around Jimin as always because I'm weak in the knees for him ;) This time it's based around mafia Jimin, and married life! I hope you guys enjoy! <3
As I said above, I'm planning to update twice in a week, Monday and Friday but sometimes I get a little too excited so I might post more than twice in a week ;)
I feel like I just need to put this out, to protect myself because I'm very fragile xD that I'm not a very good writer, I just do this out of passion and love for the boys but that doesn't mean I'm talented so I hope you guys can read this with an open heart. But I will always keep on trying to improve myself so I can come back with better work each time.
And if it's not too much, and if you happen to love the story and willing to buy me a coffee, drop me a visit here! Lastly, you guys are amazing <3
Oh and lastly, haha fr last note, if you guys want to search for asks about this story, you can search for #serendipityjxmnasks #mrpresidentasks so yeah that's it! enjoy the ride ^_^
Date Posted: 210321
Date Completed: 210608
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Chapter Index:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29 Epilogue
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serendipityjxmn · 3 years
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Mr. President
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Chapter 20
TW: Explicit violence, mentions of guns, drugs trafficking, gory killing scene
Words Count: 3k
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At first, you’re more like a property to him. He learned that the only way he can keep something or someone around for a long time, is if he treats them like a property. Because human’s feelings change, and he needs to protect himself from hurting.
Everything that he’s told you, the reason behind the marriage, the purpose of you are all true.
He needs to marry anyway, as one of the stupid ancient condition his old father has set and he knows his father had set it to make him stay grounded.
He scoffs, wondering why his father doesn’t learn from his past mistakes. And that’s why he’s made a plan on his own, to marry someone without a powerful background, one he can easily dispose when it’s time, one who won’t be a liability to him. A tool.
And now that tool is missing. He pinches his temple, eyes shut close. He’s alone in his office, late at night because he doesn’t sleep well these days.
Since his wife had packed her bags, left him and gone missing.
He sighs thinking about the last argument he had with you. It’s your own fault for building castles in the air and mistaking those as his genuine gesture and fall in love with him. And he realises that because he is not stupid. And during that one night, he sees you, fully sees you and he can’t deny the desire it stirred in his mind. This may be a temporary marriage but it doesn’t mean that he can’t touch you. After all, you are his wife. He knows you are beautiful, he’d known it since the first day because he isn’t blind. Yet he knows he can’t touch you without your consent. Although he did slip up because he tends to lose his vigilance around you. And that’s how he came up with another proposal.
Yet the proposal took a very different turn and became your last straw to leave him.
He couldn’t believe that you’re stupid enough to fall in love with him. Don’t you fear him? You know he’s dangerous yet you still confess your love to him and he doesn’t know whether to worship you at your feet or spanks you for it.
He’s never led you on and has never failed to remind what you are to him, simply an object yet you still fall for him.
He lets out another heavy sigh. Because frankly, he doesn’t know what to do. All of these aren’t supposed to happen and you’re not supposed to love him.
He had put up barriers and boundaries around himself and that’d made it very hard for anyone to simply approach him. People don’t approach him unless they want something from him and he’s well aware of it because he knows how the world works. Not to mention the fact that he’s the leader of the biggest mafia gang, notorious for all sorts of services they offer; machinery, assassinations, bribery, illegal weaponry, drugs trafficking and namely everything else. That had made it a billion times more difficult for anyone to approach or him to let anyone in.
And you’re well aware of it.
But you still fall for him.
He just doesn’t get it; how you’re able to fall for him despite knowing who he is and what he’s capable of.
He scoffs thinking how he could easily kill you. You’re too soft, weak and fragile.
Yet you still fall for him.
Despite knowing how easily he could kill you.
And without asking for anything in return.
And Jimin doesn’t find that believable at all. And at the face of such genuine adoration, he doesn’t know what to do. Because who on earth would be stupid enough to do that?
But you did. You are his stupid wife.
And that makes it even easier to kill you, not just by him. And the thought of anyone laying a finger on you angers him. It makes him want to kill someone. Tear their limbs one by one. Burn them alive. There’s just too many options.
But first he has to find you.
He sighs, for the hundredth time. You’re such a headache.
And that’s when his phone rings. A call from a private number.
“If it isn’t Y/N’s beloved husband..”
Jimin could feel his whole body tensing. “Who are you?”
The person from the other end laughs. “Damn, I need to come find you more often so you’d remember. You beat me into a pulp before.. and now I want leverage. You think you can just take my sister for free?“
Jimin’s hand clamp in a tight fist. “Jay.”
“You remember.. not bad. You see, when you take my little sister, you’ve caused me some complications. You can say she’s my source of income. She’s a pretty slut, no denying that. And I could’ve earned fortunes from selling her off. And you-“
“How much do you want?” Jimin cuts him off.
“Ah.. you’re a smart man.” He laughs before his tone turns serious again. “100 million won would do. For now. And don’t bullshit me saying you don’t have money or whatever. I know you have that much.”
“Where should I meet you?”
“I’ll text you the time and place. And don’t think of calling the police or bring your little friends. I have someone powerful backing me. She’s my little sister, but I’m not gonna hesitate to do anything if you don’t listen to my words. Right, little sister?”
A shrieking scream piercing through the phone is the last thing Jimin hears before Jay hangs up. Jimin’s whole body filled with rage and he grips his phone so tight it almost breaks into two.
“He’s not gonna come...” you slur, your vision not entirely clear and your swollen lips making it hard to enunciate words once Jay finishes his phone call to your husband.
“We’ll see about that bitch. And if he doesn’t.. count your time now..” he says in full malicious tone.
You don’t know how long you’ve been knocked out again but you wake up when you hear commotions.
“And the knight is finally here.” You hear your brother’s voice.
You struggle to focus on your vision. Your whole body freezes when your husband comes into view.
There’s no way Jimin’s here.
Perhaps it’s just a hallucination.
It’s a whole level of pathetic, you think. Because even when you’re in this state, he’s all you could see.
Perhaps you’re really nearing the end of your life, and your mind conjures whatever it desperately wants the most.
“Clara, what the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” The person hisses.
And it’s weird because it’s your husband’s voice.
You blink several times.
And there really is your husband, walking into the warehouse alone. He can’t had possibly willingly walks into a lion’s den alone like that? It’s like a death wish.
Clara turns immediately as soon as she sees Jimin. “Ah.. Jimin.. my Jimin..”
Someone comes and pushes Jimin forward and makes him sit on a chair and tie his hands on his back.
You swallow thickly. You still can’t process the fact that your husband is here.
He finally turns to look at you and he stares at you for several moments, just taking in the sight of battered you covered in bruises and blood and you see the clench in his jaw.
You let out a gasp when the guy standing beside him takes out his gun and points the muzzle on the back of his head. You feel anger bubbling inside you at the sight of it.
Gathering all source of strength, you yell, “Leave my husband out of this Jay!”
Jay quickly steps forward and leaves a stinging slap on your cheek. “If you dare hurt him..” you start and earns another slap from him, making you whimper in pain. You cough several times, your throat feels like burning.
Jimin eyes you furiously. “Keep quiet. Don’t make any sound.” He says, jaw still clenched very tightly. “Clara, what the fuck is this? Why are you here?”
She comes and slowly sits on Jimin’s lap. You notice how he doesn’t flinch away or jerk from her touch. “Baby.. we’ve dealt for years.. good business, good sex. And then you’re suddenly married and you just.. I don’t know, changed?” She says as she runs her fingers across your husband’s cheek.
Jimin just glares at her. “Why did you help him?”
She runs her hand down from his cheeks to his jaw and then settles on his chest, palms flat against them. She shrugs then. “I don’t know.. you know I’m a little crazy. I like having fun. And things.. had been boring. Business is boring, you are boring.. and perhaps I’m trying to put you in place a little, you asshole.” She glares at him.
He gives a very murderous look. “I’m gonna make sure you regret this.”
She leans closer. “Awww shh baby.. I’m not gonna hurt your precious little wife..” and closer. You realize she’s about to kiss him and you hastily look away. You don’t want the last memory you have of your husband before you die is being kissed by another woman. She gets up from his lap, fingers still faintly brushing him everywhere. Then she smirks. “But maybe he will.” She laughs and then exits through the door.
“Did you come with what I ask for?” Jay asks and Jimin juts his chin towards a large black duffel bag on the floor beside him that you hadn’t realized. Jay grins. “Nice doing business with you.. brother in law.”
“Now let us go.” Jimin says.
Jay stops inspecting the money inside the bag and turns to look at him. “No, don’t think it’s that easy..” He signals something and one of his men comes forward. “See, perhaps you don’t really know my sister.. but let me tell you this. She is a fucking whore. And I’m gonna let her be a whore. And you.. you’re going to watch every single men here stick their dick into her pussy.”
Your whole body goes numb as soon as you hear that. Desperately, you glance at your husband. He doesn’t look at you but instead just stares at your brother. You’ve never seen him look so murderous before. Your eyes widen in panic when they pull you from the chair and then roughly push you till you’re kneeling on the floor on all four.
“J-Jimin-” you say, voice thick with desperation.
“Sshh.. shh little sister.. don’t worry.. perhaps your husband might even get hard from this. Don’t you want to please your husband?” Jay smirks.
You feel you eyes start to water when your brain reaches an end and think that there’s no way of escaping this.
He calls one of his men and several others starts to approach as well, all wearing the same look of lust. Jay grabs a handful of your hair and yank it backwards, forcing you to look up. “She’s all yours..”
The nearest guy smirks and licks his lips as he looks at you and starts to strip his pants. You look away immediately. You let out a cry when the guy kneels beside you and yanks your jeans down, exposing your bottom.
“No, no please, please-“ you start to beg and Jimin hisses.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut.” He grits. “Don’t beg.”
You look at him and find him staring right back at you.
“Just look at me.” He says and fresh set of tears run down your cheeks.
The guy smacks your behind making you cry in pain and you almost collapse to the ground but he holds your waist firmly, groping each side harshly. Then, you feel a hand slides from your shoulder towards your throat and slowly starts choking you.
Your head starts to spin from the lack of air supply and you want to scream so badly but no words could come out. The pressure on your throat is so immense and your lung starts to ache.
Then you see a knife hovering in front of you.
A moment of realization hits you that you’re really about to die and it suddenly makes it so imperative that you tell something to Jimin.
“J-Jimin- I love-“
But before you could finish your words, you hear people bursting the doors open and people in suits come rushing in large quantity.
You try to focus your vision on your husband.
His face is calm. Too calm.
Your sight moves towards the crowd rushing in again and briefly sees Taeseok among them and a rush of relief runs through you. The guy choking you eases his grip on your throat instantly as he gets distracted and you feel like collapsing immediately as you struggle to breath again.
Everything happens so quickly. Someone rushes to your husband’s side and unties him and then he’s beside you instantly while someone else unties you. You try your best to glance behind you and sees Jungkook frantically untying you after fixing your clothes.
“Y/N oh my god-“
Jimin quickly shrugs his coat off his shoulder and immediately covers you. He looks at you as he holds you tight. His embrace is so warm and you just want to close your eyes and lean against him. “Keep your eyes open, we’re getting out of here.” He says roughly.
You’re not entirely sure with your vision but you think someone gives Jimin a gun and he starts shooting at people and you freeze, sounds blaring so loudly in your ear. You let out a strangled scream and you squirm away under his embrace that he looks down immediately. Then he looks at Jungkook.
“Jungkook.” He says and Jungkook nods and you feel yourself slipping out of Jimin’s hold while Jungkook brings you flush against him.
For a moment, there are just sounds of guns, people screaming and punches being thrown.
Jungkook pulls you to the side where it’s safer but you just can’t shut your eyes when there’s too many things going on. You then try to focus on your husband. He’s a good few metres away from you and you couldn’t clearly see the face of the other person but you think Jimin’s holding the guy that was going to rape you just now. And then he shoots him right in the head without thinking. And then another shot right at his chest even though the guy’s already crumbling to the ground, lifeless.
Someone then comes up and thrusts your brother to Jimin, making him kneel in front of your husband. You don’t see it before but you now notice that he’s holding a knife on his right hand. Jay’s expression turns horror as Jimin nears him. And then slowly, your husband carves his face with the knife as your brother’s inhuman shriek fills the warehouse.
Your eyes go wide with horror as you watch the traumatising scene unfolds. You feel a scream bubbling from deep inside your throat yet they’re unable to escape from your lips. Your throat somehow still feels constricted.
“Holy fucking shit.” Jungkook mutters and you realize his grip on your arms tightens.
It’s slowly getting more quiet in the warehouse as most of your brother’s or Clara Kim’s men are now dead as they were hugely outnumbered by Jimin’s people. You then realize that he’s taking his time with your brother.
“What did you say you’re about to do to my wife? Cut out her face?” He chuckles. “Let me show you the real art.”
He leans close.
And then he carves your brother’s right eye out while he shrieks in pain.
“This is for touching my wife.”
And then he carves the other one.
“This is for messing with me.”
The scream finally escapes your lips.
“Fuck-“ Jungkook says and quickly covers your eyes and mouth.
The screaming doesn’t stop for a few more minutes and you think you’ll remember your brother’s inhuman scream till the day you die.
“Jimin stop it. She’s gonna get a trauma.” You hear someone says. Jin..?
You hear footsteps approaching you and then suddenly, Jungkook’s hand is being yanked away and your husband’s face comes into view. His forehead beaded with sweat and his expression furious.
You look at him in horror, frankly still traumatised and terrified at him.
But he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he thrusts a gun into your hand. “Do you want to kill him?”
Your panic immediately and clutched his arm desperately. “No, no please- let’s just go-“
“Ssh.. ssh I’m here.” He takes back the gun. “And we’re gonna get out of here.” He pulls you into his embrace, cocks the gun and fire a shot straight into Jay’s head.
Your entire body freeze. You watch in horror as your brother’s life starts seeping out, his breathing ragged until finally.. it stops.
“Good God- did you really have to shoot him in front of Y/N?” You hear Namjoon says.
“What?” Jimin asks, confused.
“God, you’re so stupid sometimes Park Jimin.” Yoongi says roughly.
Your husband finally turns to look at you and registers the paleness of your face. “Y/N, you okay?” He asks and then makes you stand to your feet. He keeps his hand steady on your waist and you’re thankful because you can’t feel your feet at all.
You don’t know how but from the corner of your eyes, you see someone who’s lying on the floor slowly lifts a gun and your eyes widen when you realize he’s aiming at your husband.
One of Jimin’s bodyguard sees it too and moves to kick the gun away and he did- but not before the guy cocks the gun and all the bodyguard manages to do is change the target, because the bullet hits you instead.
You fell to the ground immediately when the bullet cuts through your shoulder. It’s weird because it hurts so much that you almost feel nothing at all.
Jimin’s eyes widen when he sees you.
For a brief moment, you think you see your whole life flashes by in your mind very quickly.
If you die right now at the hands of your husband.. that you’d fallen in love with.. it doesn’t seem so bad..
You smile.
Then slowly, you bring your hand up to Jimin’s face to touch him one last time.
And then everything blacks out.
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A/N: I rarely write post chapter notes because I’m afraid it would destroy your emotions lol but I just wanna thank everyone who had given support since day 1.. the story would not have come this far without the kind words you guys gave me. I feel a little bit emotional because we’re almost more than halfway through with their journey.. haha okay I’ll stop here. see you guys in the next chap! 🥰
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Chapter 21
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You wake up feeling sore all over your body. From top to bottom- it just feels painful. Even opening your eyes seems like a difficult task. But you somehow did.
It takes a while for you to adjust your vision although it is very dim in the room. The next thing you notice is cold fingers wrapped against yours when you try to move yours. That’s when you tilt your head very slightly and glance down to see your husband fast asleep, his free hand beneath his head as a pillow.
You want to call out to him but realize you don’t have a voice. So you result to moving your fingers several times to wake him up.
His eyebrows gather in a frown before he finally opens his eyes. When he lifts his gaze to look at you, he blinks several times.
“Y/N…?” He asks, as if unsure whether you’re really awake. Then he blinks again rapidly before leaning forward and caressing your cheeks with his fingers. “Oh God, oh God you’re really awake.”
You could almost swear that his eyes glisten a little. “You’re fine.. you’re fine..” he says repetitively as his fingers gently squeeze yours.
“W.. water..” you manage to choke out.
Jimin lifts himself immediately and quickly fetches a glass of water. You try to sit up but ends up letting out a whimper when jarring pain shoots across your shoulder.
“No, wait..” he reaches forward like he’s going to embrace you and it’s embarrassing how you feel your heartbeat starts to pick up quickly. He helps you sit up gently and arranges the pillow behind your back for you to lean back comfortably. Then he helps you to drink from your glass.
You let out a long breath once you’re finally done and your throat doesn’t burn so much. You look at your husband and he just shifts uncomfortably.
“You’re so pale.” He says and watch your face registers surprise.
“How- how long have I been out?”
“Almost a week.” He says with a clench in his jaw. Then he reaches forward again, fingers reaching up to lightly push several strands of hair behind your ear. His face is so near and your heart starts beating wildly against your ribs before suddenly the image of him carving your brother’s face and shooting him without mercy comes into your mind. Almost automatically, you jerk away from him. The whole thing had been so traumatising and you’re still very terrified of him.
He flinches when he sees you pull away from his touch like a burn. His expression hard. Then he sighs and pulls back from touching you.
Unconsciously, you pull your blanket tighter. “W-what happened to me?”
He hesitates before answering. “Someone tried to shoot me but missed and the bullet hit you instead. It grazed your shoulder.”
You touch your bandaged shoulder mindlessly. All images of the night in the warehouse then comes hitting you like a truck and suddenly it’s all too overwhelming. Your fingers grip your blanket a little too harshly. “Y- you didn’t have to kill him.” You say softly.
His expression turns furious instantly. “I did. Fullstop. And if it were to happen again, I’d do it all over again.”
You flinch at his words.
“Fuck. I’m- I’m sorry, I- I can’t let him go. Not after what he did to you.” He says softly.
You swallow thickly.
“I.. thank you for saving me..”
He lets out a sigh. “I.. just couldn’t bear the thought of you.. lying there.. you really scared me back there.”
Your gaze softens. “That’s what you do for love. Get hurt for them.. Instead of them.” The words are out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.
He looks at you in horror and you bite your lip while muttering sorry.
“No that’s not it… I..” he sigh. You watch his pained expression as he carefully chooses his words. “When we were back there.. and when those bastards touch you.. I was in rage. I.. I wanna tear them apart, limb to limb.”
“You care for me.” You say quietly. You know for a fact that he does. In his own twisted way.
He looks straight at you. “I do.”
For the first time since you wake up, you feel like crying.
“Y/N.” He calls. His expression serious and you find yourself immersed in his piercing stare. You swallow as you look at him expectantly. “Let’s.. start over. Do you want to.. start over.. with me?” He asks and it’s the first time you’ve seen him look so unsure of himself.
You continue to stare at him. A thousand words crossing through your mind but none comes out of your lips.
He swallows. “I.. I care about you. A lot. And I don’t know if this feeling is love or.. not.. but I’m gonna try.. for us.”
Is it weird that you just somehow know Jimin cares for you before he even says it out loud? It’s a foreign feeling for him but you know it better.
But for now, it’s good enough. It’s all that you could ever want. For him to open up and let you in.
Because you want to fill him with warmth and embrace every part of him.
You feel a tear dropping.
“So.. what do you say?”
And suddenly your tears turn into sobs as you frantically nod. His eyes glisten when he sees you breaking into tears and he instinctively leans forward, pulling you gently into a hug. His lips find your forehead and he kisses it tenderly.
“I’m so sorry for everything..” he says softly.
And for a long moment, he just lets you cry on his shoulders.
The doctor comes to check up on you, explains to you of all the side effects you might be having, gives plenty of lectures to your husband and you find it funny how he just sit through it like an adolescent child being told off. Later that evening, you sit in silence as you watch your husband brings you a tray of chicken porridge. You’ve fallen asleep after crying so hard and only wakes up now with your stomach grumbling.
Jimin feeds you the porridge and brings you water every now and then and you just sit in silence as you study his face.
It’s very weird to have him tending to you like this. Like he didn’t just make a killing spree which includes your own brother and the memory makes you recoil. You try to take the spoon saying you’ll feed yourself only to earn a glare from your husband.
When you’re done, he cleans it up and comes back to sit on the chair beside your bed. His fingers find you immediately and you find it weird how it feels so right and natural against yours when in fact you didn’t have much memory of holding his hands.
Unconsciously, your fingers reach to your neck to find your ring and you feel your heart dropping when you realize it’s not there. Jimin sees the look of panic in your face.
“What’s wrong?”
“My- my necklace. Oh my god, my ring-”
His shoulders visibly relax. “Ssh.. relax. It’s in a safe place.” He squeezes your fingers.
And that’s when you notice he doesn’t wear his as well and your look of terror reappear in a speed of light. He’s always worn his ring and you wonder if something went wrong. “Jimin you- you‘re not wearing your ring too oh God- oh God we’re- we’re still married right? Y-you didn’t divorce me or something right??” You ask frantically in utter panic.
He just chuckles. “Relax Y/N.. shh.. I was gonna wait till you’re better but at this rate I think you might die from heart attack. Of course we’re still married, you idiot. I.. I just thought that the rings.. is like the worse part of our marriage.. and they’re all just bad memories for you.. and I want to make it all better for you, so I plan to get new ones and wanted to keep it a secret.. but I guess it’s no longer a secret.” He grins.
You swallow as your fingers play with his, tracing the slight mark left by the ring on his fourth finger. “I… I like the rings.. it means you’re taken..”
He grins even wickedly. “Don’t worry. No one has come for my hand in marriage in the span of two days I don’t wear my ring.” He winks.
He freaking winks.
You blush crazily.
Silence settles again between the two of you before you speak up.
“I.. thought you didn’t care about me..” you say quietly.
“Is that why you went out without security??” He bursts out.
You slowly nod.
“Do you know how fucking stupid that is?” He snaps and you flinch. “Damn it, if you’d just told me.. I would’ve.. given you time.. or space from me or whatever you want. But you decided to escape security, pack your bags and leaves a stupid fucking note saying you’re sorry without any sort of explanation and then just disappears. Did you have a death wish or something??”
You blanch at his words and looks down immediately. It’s not even two hours before he says he’s trying to fix ‘us’ yet he’s here scolding you like you’re a child. “I’m sorry..”
He shuts his eyes for a moment and when they reopen he looks at you softly. “Fuck, I’m sorry for yelling too.”
You swallow bitterly. “I.. Jimin.. if we’re going to do this.. I just want you to know that I can’t share you.. I mean- I won’t.”
He stills for a few moments, just processing your words. Perhaps wondering where this is all coming from. Then he rolls his eyes. “Baby, I just talked about us.”
His term of endearment make your heart skips a beat but you still couldn’t shake the thought that has been haunting your mind. “What about Clara Kim?”
To his credit, he bursts out laughing. “You’re in a coma for almost a week and yet you still can’t forget about her huh?” He says, wiping a nonexistent tear of mirth from his eyes.
You still stare back at him, looking serious.
He realizes you aren’t laughing and just smiles as he takes your hand, wrapping it gently. “No, I’m not hooking up with her. I mean, long time ago yes,” you narrow your eyes, “sorry- but not anymore. I’ve been faithful since I married you. I didn’t sleep with her or anyone for that matter.”
You couldn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach but you still wouldn’t let it go. “Then who’s she?”
“She’s just one of the dealer in my illegal business. You.. don’t wanna know the details they’re.. dangerous.” He gives a plastic smile. “But she’s out now. I cut all sorts of business with her and she’s gone missing too.”
“Missing?”
His jaw tightens. “Because she knows I’d cut her alive if I find her.”
You blanch. Your husband really likes.. cutting people.. a lot.
“I- fuck, damn it. I’m sorry. You should probably rest before I make it worse.” He smiles apologetically.
You take a deep breath, not ready to let it go just yet.
“I- I’ve seen you.. and her in the office.”
“Oh she can be tempting.” He smirks. “Particularly when I don’t agree with her on certain things. But no- I told you I never touch anyone after I married you.”
O.. kay. You can live with that.
“I’ve said horrible things to you..” He starts.
“You did.” You respond almost immediately. All memories of him throwing words like you’re nothing to him comes flashing.
He bit back his words and perhaps wants to defend himself but thinks better of it. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Why.. why didn’t you leave me..? Even when I was so mean to you..”
You just give him a soft smile before reaching to touch his hand. “You told me before.. that I would leave this marriage if I know the reason behind it.. but I know you.. I don’t know why but it just felt like I know you, not the outer appearance you put on. But you on the inside, the beautiful and kind and the attentive man I fell for. You’ve always shut people out.. including me as well.. but I just.. I just want to show you that there are people who cares for you.. that I’m never gonna leave no matter what. Because.. I love you..”
The look he gives you when you utter those words makes you wonder if his heart is skipping a beat too. He smiles at you fondly. “So what do you say?” He suddenly asks.
“Hm?”
He brings your hand to his lips and then he kisses your knuckles. “Say yes..? To this new journey with me..?”
You want to say yes. You really want to.
But there’s something heavy in your heart and it’s something that you just can’t shake off immediately. “I.. I don’t know..” you say after a while, giving up on finding the right words. “You still scare me.. a lot..”
“I understand.” He says quietly.
“Can we.. can we take it slow..?”
He looks at you for a moment and then smiles softly as he nods. “Okay. I’m not gonna rush you into anything.”
You nod as well. “Thank you.. and I’m sorry..”
He quickly shakes his head. “Don’t be.” Is all he says.
For the next few weeks, Jimin takes care of you at the hospital. It’s awkward and you feel it and you know he feels it too. It’s the way your eyes would meet when he hands you something because it isn’t something he usually do. He never does that- he never takes care of anyone, period.
It also doesn’t help how your heart races every time he comes near. Intentionally or unintentionally. And you think for the most part Jimin does things intentionally just to see you all flustered and flushed crimson.
For example, today- is one of the days you wish Jimin is the cold guy you know and not this- flirty Jimin. He walks out of the bathroom, freshly showered. He’d been practically living at the hospital with you, and it’s comfortable enough since he’d so conveniently transferred you to VIP suite room and the room is almost as big as the one you shared with him at home with a King sized bed which he could sleep into with you but he insists to sleep on the massage chair beside the bed or sometimes the couch at the near end of the room because he’s scared he might accidentally hurt you as well as personal bathroom, mini fridge and a small closet.
You gulp and silently curses your rapid pulse because your husband’s not even naked for you to react this way.
He’s just half naked.
He walks out with only his pyjama bottom, his hair still wet from the shower and you feel like salivating over his toned body. His back is vast, almost like you can lay a canvas and draw on it without a problem, and it comes down into a very muscled structure, and on each side of his waist, a V line so deeply engraved looking like a sin on plate as if it’s been carved by the sex God himself. You briefly wonder what kind of exercise he has to do to make those Adonis belt.
He turns around and you look like a deer caught in headlights and you quickly look down while clearing your throat. For a fleeting second though, you think you see his smirk but it’s gone too fast.
“Are you hungry? Do you want to eat now?” He asks, face seemingly too innocent.
You suddenly don’t feel hungry anymore. Not for food, anyway. So you shake your head. “I- I’m just gonna lie down.” Or more like, calm your freaking heart down.
“You sure? You okay? Do you want me to call the doctor? It’s about time he comes anyway-“
You’re about to say no when there’s a knock on the door. And as if he’d been summoned, Doctor Lee appears in the doorway with two others behind him. Jimin lets him in immediately while he puts on his shirt. Thank God all of them are male.
“Evening, Mrs. Park.” The doctor greets you and you just smile at him. “How are you feeling?”
“Good.”
He eyes the device to your right as he reads your chart. “Your heartbeat seems quicker than normal. Are you feeling alright? Any dizziness or particular pain you’re experiencing?”
You’re pretty sure your face is flaming red now. Jimin looking as if he’s trying to hold his laugh, his shoulders silently vibrating.
“No, no nothing. I’m fine.” You say quickly.
“I’ve looked into your charts and your recent CT scan is fine. I’ll consult with orthopaedic specialist and if everything’s fine, you should be good to be discharged this weekend. You’re very lucky the bullet just grazed your shoulder, otherwise you might’ve caused your husband to become a widower.”
Jimin hisses upon hearing that.
“I wouldn’t say lucky.” You mutter under your breath.
“It’s not a serious wound but you still need some serious recovery. You’re not allowed to do anything heavy. You still suffer from injury around your throat. Any sorts of pain, please inform me immediately.”
You just silently nod. The doctors are about to leave when Jimin calls for Doctor Lee.
“Doctor, can I have a second?” When the doctor nods, he follows him outside. What kind of question does he have that he cannot ask in front of you? You frown.
When he comes in, he sits on the chair beside you and you look at him suspiciously.
“What did you ask the doctor?”
He just gives a sly grin. “I think you don’t wanna know.”
You narrow your eyes and is about to push him for answer when he leans so close to you, and all words slip back down your throat. Your breath hitches when he hovers like he’s about to kiss you.
“You don’t look so pale anymore.” He suddenly says.
What?
He leans backward again making you all confused. His eyes suddenly darts toward your heart rate monitor and your eyes follow his gaze.
And your worst case scenario repeats; the monitor giving away your spiking heart rate.
And your husband finds amusement in confirming the fact that he caused it.
He smiles a little too widely. “Perhaps you shouldn’t really be discharged that quickly.”
“Shut up.” You glare at him and quickly hide yourself under the blanket.
The next morning, you tell the nurse to get you off the machine. She agrees to it, much to your husband’s rolling of eyes.
While you’re in the hospital, Jimin’s group of friends also come to visit.
That morning, Jimin’s spoon-feeding you a bowl of noodle although you resisted at first, only to earn a piercing glare from your husband when there’s a rapid knock on the door. Whoever it is, or are outside doesn’t seem to mind about an invitation because a second later, they barge in with total chaos. The room is instantly filled with large bouquets of flowers and fruits basket.
“God, it smells like newlyweds all over again!” Someone shouts in the midst of all the conversations erupting at the same time.
“Y/N how are you?!” Jungkook asks and doesn’t hesitate to pull you into an embrace, making you wince a little. Jimin pulls him off you instantly.
“Careful, brat.” He glares at the younger boy.
Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Oops, sorry sorry.” He smiles apologetically at you and you just smile back kindly at him.
“How are you feeling Y/N?” Jin asks, he’s already peeling off an apple for you.
“I’m feeling okay. You don’t have to do that Jin.”
He flashes a sweet smile. “Nah, this is nothing.”
“I’m really glad you’re getting better Y/N.” Namjoon says and smiles his dimpled smile.
“Jimin was really beside himself while you’re unconscious.” Hoseok chirps in.
“Yeah, saying something like being stupid or something..” Jungkook says and everybody else laughs while your husband yells at him.
“Shut up, brat.”
Then they each starts a conversation of their own with each other. Your husband discussing some things with Taehyung.
“Did you bring the files I asked for?” Your husband says.
Taehyung nods. “I’ve asked most of them to prepare written reports but there’s some that you might still have to come to the office to look at yourself.”
Jimin just nods.
“You’re planning to work from home for long?” Taehyung asks, tone is slightly hushed, perhaps not wanting you to hear yet you can still hear them.
Jimin glances at you slightly and you quickly pretend to be so interested in Jungkook’s story who’s sitting beside you, talking animatedly.
“I have to take care of my wife.” He says quietly and your heart swells from hearing that.
“Are you.. okay now with Jimin hyung?” Jungkook suddenly asks quietly beside you, taking you off guard.
You frown slightly. You remember Jimin saying only Taehyung knows about the reality of your marriage with him.
“We all know about it now. Jimin hyung himself told us all about it while you were unconscious for days.” He says.
Jin sits on the edge of your bed and hands you a slice of apple he cut and you nod at him gratefully. “Don’t blame him. I think.. he just wants the best for you that’s why he seeks us for some advice.”
You slowly nod. “He’s.. making an effort.”
Hoseok then suddenly comes to join the conversation as well. He softly calls for your name. “And we’re sorry about having you to watch all those.. you know.. back in the warehouse.”
You flinch a little. They all seem really nice, friendly and harmless. But the fact that they are a group of mafias, has more experience of killing people than you’ll ever know makes you shudder. You don’t do well with violence.
“Yeah Jimin’s too caught up in the moment. He should’ve not let you see that.” Jin says kindly.
“Or perhaps someone should’ve covered her eyes better.” Hoseok says, side eyeing Jungkook, making him puff in irritation.
“Oh come on, that’s not fair. Blame Jimin hyung for not controlling himself. He’s the stupid one.” He complains.
“Who’s the stupid one?” Jimin asks, nearing where the conversation is coming from. He takes his seat on your left and Jungkook immediately shuts his mouth.
“So, when can you be discharged?” Hoseok asks.
“If everything’s okay, this weekend.” You smile at him.
“But you still can’t do anything heavy right? A gunshot is still a gunshot.” Jin says.
You nod.
Jungkook smirks. “Huh. No sex for Jimin hyung then.” He says and you choke on the apple you’re eating and cough too much. Everyone looks at Jungkook first then you then Jimin then anywhere else and there’s suddenly an awkward tension in the room and you hope the ground would swallow you whole at that moment.
“It’s okay. There’s plenty other ways.” Jimin says suddenly and your eyes widen. He did not just say that!
“What the fuck hyung! So gross!” Jungkook says while the others are desperately trying to hold their laugh.
You’re thankful you’re now off the heartbeat monitor because if all these happens while you’re attached to the machine.. the doctor would probably come running.
The guys bring you so much laughter but now that they had left, you feel the soreness down to your toes. It’s late evening and you just want to lie back down but you also feel dirty since you haven’t showered or change your clothes.
You’re still in sitting position, your back against the pillows and you unconsciously moan when your head hit the pillow behind, eyes shut.
You could almost drift to sleep immediately if your entire body doesn’t suddenly become alarmed when you feel a hand coming up to your rib where the hospital gown’s knot is situated. One simple act of untying the knot and you’d be naked from top to bottom because you’re completely bare on the inside.
Your hand reaches out to grip his immediately, stopping his act. He seems surprised for a moment but immediately relaxes. “You need to change clothes and bathe.”
“You.. are not going to undress me. Or bathe me.” You say in all seriousness.
He rolls his eyes. “I’ve seen more than this.” He snorts and you flush all shades of red.
You try to say no to him changing your cloths or bathing you but he’s very adamant about it and you sigh in surrender. And it’s more likely because you’re already worn out and couldn’t take off your cloth on your own.
If your naked body somehow affects him, he surely does a good job hiding it. Perhaps your pride is bruised, a little.
All he does is just gentle and tenderness as he wipes your whole body with wet towel and you almost buckle in full embarrassment. Once the whole tedious process is done, he guides you to your bed, tucking you in as his body is flush against yours. His embrace is so warm against your cold blanket and you almost shut your eyes from the warmth.
He starts to pull away once you’re tucked in bed but you grip his arm tight before he could go away, eyes already fluttered close. He seems unsure at first but then decides to just hug you till you’re sound asleep. So he lets your head fall across his chest and silently prays you don’t hear his rapid heartbeat.
You lean close to him, as if pulled by his smell. You’ve always liked his smell and it’s your most favourite smell in the world.
You thought you only said it your mind but little did you know, you muttered it under your breath and Jimin being a few centimetres away catches on it, making his lips quirk up in a fond smile. His head dips down slightly and softly presses his lips against the crown of your head.
You fall asleep in his arms like that.
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Mr. President
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Chapter 29 Epilogue
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And so the two of you held a wedding event again at one of the most exclusive hotel in Seoul, with Jimin giving you only a month to prepare.
“We’re getting married next week.” Jimin said casually, literally 3 days after your passionate lovemaking session and him declaring he wants to remarry you.
You choked on your food, coughing several times. Jimin frowned and quickly poured a glass of water for you.
“Are you kidding me??” You say as soon as you’ve calmed down.
His brows furrowed even more, clearly not understanding where his fault at.
“How are we supposed to invite everyone if the wedding’s in a week?! There’s so much things to do!” You burst.
He rolls his eyes. “I assure you, Mrs. Park that everything will be ready next week. You just have to pick a white dress and walk the aisle with me.”
You stare at him, exasperated. “That’s the point! Do you know how long it takes to pick a dress?”
Jimin continues with his food. “Then just call a designer to design one that you like.”
“That’s not the point!”
He puts down his fork and spoon then. For a moment, you think he’s gonna snap. “Then what do you want me to do?”
“Give me.. three months?” You put on the best puppy eye.
“Not gonna happen.”
You pout. “Two months?”
He stares at you then sighs. “A month and that’s it.”
And the conversation is terminated.
Jimin practically invited everyone he knew especially all of the staff at his company (you made sure of that part) while the other six guys became best man and woman of the night.
Yes, you read that right.
And how it came about will always be a fond memory to remember. It all happened when the two of you invited the guys over for dinner to inform them about the wedding: reheld. And they were all very happy about the news, congratulating us immediately when suddenly, someone brought up the topic of walking you down the aisle, Hoseok perhaps being the most considerate person he is.
And everyone on the table was silent.
Even you couldn’t speak up. Because it’s a fact that you have no one. No parents and the only sibling you have.. you smile bitterly.
“How about we become your maid of honor?” Jungkook suddenly spoke up. “Or more like.. best man of honor and we’ll all walk you down the aisle?”
Jungkook’s eyes were round as he waited for answers but no one gave an immediate response. Namjoon was the first to speak up.
He had his hand behind his neck, head tilting, unsure. “Umm- I don’t know Jungkook- it’s a kind of a sacred thing.. to.. you know, walk someone down the aisle.. it’s usually done by the family member..”
“But we are her family now! We can walk her if we want to.” Jungkook says.
“Only if you’re okay with it-” Hoseok says quickly.
You glance at Jimin for a fleeting second, his expression only telling you the decision is yours. You smile at Jungkook who’s sitting on your right. “You guys are my family now. Of course I’d love to.” And they all broke into a smile and you can’t help grinning too, especially when Namjoon flashes a huge dimpled smile as he nods reassuringly at you.
And that’s how the six of them walked you down the aisle, Jungkook having the honor to hold you by the arms, being the first to jump on the role back during dinner with them. And it must’ve looked so odd, having six guys becoming your man of honor but when you see Jimin standing at the altar, smiling down at you, all of your focus zeroed on him.
Nothing else matters.
Not even the way all girls in the hall dropped their jaw when the six guys walked the runway in suits and tuxs with their hair all styled. Or the way Jungkook looks so proud as he hands your hand to Jimin, or the way the guys exchange knowing smiles with your husband, like there’s some inside jokes the audience wouldn’t know a thing about. You could only smirk thinking no one would ever know just how dangerous they are behind those sweet smiles.
Just like the first time when you married Jimin, everything went by really quickly you could barely process everything. Even now, you could barely hold his gaze still as he utters his wedding vow, looking straight at you in the eye. Or the way his eyes lit up when you say, “I do.” Or when he takes your breath away, literally, when his lips met yours in a passionate kiss.
And when all the formalities are done, wine glass clinked, toasts made, there comes the even more crucial part, you being dragged everywhere and being introduced to everyone by your husband.
“If it isn’t the beautiful bride.” Someone says and suddenly your body is separated from Jimin perhaps for the first time since he kissed you at the altar, as he’d been holding you by the waist all the time since then. The person pulled you into a hug, taking you by surprise.
“Alright, that’s enough hogging my wife.” Jimin pulls you back towards him and you could finally see it was Jaehyun.
“Hogging?” Jaehyun laughed. “The two of you look really great together.” He suddenly says.
You look at Jimin to see him rolling his eyes before pulling you even tighter against him, his chin resting above your head. You raise one eyebrow at Jaehyun.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Maybe I didn’t really mean it back then.. but now I do. You guys really do look good together.”
“Yeah you did kind of.. confused me back then.” You say.
He chuckles. “Well, I was just trying to let your husband know what a lucky bastard he is. Glad he knows before it’s too late.” He winks at you.
You almost fight a shudder. Jimin snorts, much to Jaehyun’s amusement.
“Alright, we have some other guest to meet.” Jimin says.
“Thank you for coming, Jaehyun.”
He replies with a kind smile.
You look up as soon as Jimin pulls you away, only to see him staring right back at you. He leans down.
"What I'd do to drag you into that dressing room and fucks you against the dressing table." He whispers.
You look at him in mortification and smacks his arms. This isn't the time to be thinking such things! You glared at him as he tried to hold his laughter.
You thought it’s gonna be perfect this time.
It was perfect at first, really.
Except later, some crazy girl broke into the event, claiming she is Jimin’s girlfriend. You described Jimin’s expression at that time as ‘if looks could kill’. And you, just standing puzzled as security dragged the girl out thinking when could Jimin possibly cheat because he is literally with you day and night, 24/7. Poor the security all got fired.
And then Jungkook got drunk a little too early and accidentally stepped on your gown, almost tearing the edge before Hoseok and Namjoon could pull him back, all hell breaking loose when the waiter lost balance and champagnes pop into the air with grandiose musical orchestra playing in the background, someone asking the two of you to quickly have a baby, at which point Jimin is so done with everything, he only has his fingers pressed to his temples. And not to mention Taehyung falling for a girl he met during the whole chaos.
Oh well, what’s a wedding without some family drama. Though you gotta say, your wedding picture is definitely not the same like other people. Not to mention the fact that Jimin did steal you away from your own wedding for a ‘quick heat session’ in the dressing room against the dressing table.
You finally came to quit as Jimin’s secretary and begins working as an art illustrator, slowly building your own profile and trying step by step until your husband decides to dump a super expensive art studio located at one of the most exclusive building in Seoul on your head. And this is literally just two weeks after your ‘renewed wedding’. When you confronted him asking why, he simply said because it’s near his office. Almost every other day, he would stop by to have lunch with you or.. distract you in a thousand different ways while you’re working.
He also remains true to his word about stepping out of the mafia world, only working on paperwork and official documents until he’s completely out of the business. The others seem to have followed his footsteps as well and everyone is now more focused to reorganise the company they set up together to no longer work for underground business. They had also increased their philanthropy works, supporting more and more organization with good cause including foundation to help abused child, which you also join in donating.
You smile as you look at each of the beautiful smile plastered on their face during that one charity event with the orphans, especially with your husband who seems especially good around kids.
After enduring hardship for a huge part of your life, you wonder if you could be this happy. It wasn’t easy, even when you first met your husband, it hadn’t been smooth sailing since the start. You shake your head a little, although lips smiling fondly thinking how it all started with a marriage contract and now here you are.
And your smile couldn’t help turning into a grin when another fond memory comes into your mind. It’s the day you almost faint when you saw a huge portrait of you hanging on the hallway of the house.
“Jimin, are you kidding me??” You burst out, jaw dropping simply at the size of it and just by how outrageous it is.
“What? No I am not kidding. My wife is beautiful and I appreciate beautiful arts.” He winks at you.
You threw a scandalous look at him. “Jimin? That is?? Gross? I don’t think I can stand walking around the house if it has a portrait of me hanging on the wall.”
“Okay. I’ll just put it in my office room then.” He replies quickly.
You gave him an are-you-serious look. And few days later Jaehyun comes to visit and he just stand still in front of the portrait, staring. Then he turns towards Jimin who’s staring fondly at the portrait. “Jimin-ah, do you not need your eyes anymore?”
And that’s just one of the few of your husband being obsessive of you.
“Y/N!” He calls you.
When you turn to see him holding hands with a kid, you suddenly had this overwhelming feeling of how much you love him. Your husband who had provided a shelter for you when you had nothing, who puts so much effort to make up for all the times he wasted with you, who supports you so much while you’re chasing your dream, your husband who’s still so protective with you and your safety, your husband who never fails to kiss the crown of your head each time before you sleep, your saviour, your protector, your lover - your husband, Park Jimin, the Mr. President.
You don’t think you’ll ever love someone as much as you love him. Your world starts and ends with him. Because you only start living when you met him and he’s your happy ending. And the mere thought causes tears to threaten which you're quick to blink it away. This is not the time to be sad.
Because you’re happy. You’re finally happy. And it’s enough.
-THE END-
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A/N: AAAAAA CANT BELIEVE ITS ENDED!!!!!! First of all I’m sorry I didn’t release the chapter yesterday, I am super busy this weekend so I didn’t have time to finish the two chapters in time. I am really really sorry 🥺 but it’s out now 🤣
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Mr. President
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Your brows furrow. Your schedule is quite free today so you thought you’ll head out for lunch with Irene. While waiting for her lunchtime, you hung around Jimin’s office while he works. You had been reading about prenups for the past hour because you’ve never really had a knowledge on it. And this is all because you came across the article made by a reporter when you and Jimin had just married making remarks about prenups.
And Jimin never brings up the topic at all. It somehow made you wary to bring it up to him.
“What are you reading looking so serious?” Jimin’s voice made you jump. You quickly turned the iPad screen off before he could see what you’ve been searching for.
“Nothing.” You say quickly then gets up. You tiptoe and pecks him on the cheek. “I’m off for lunch. See you later!”
You skip off quickly before be could say anything, leaving him with puzzled expression.
It feels weird. And slightly suffocating during the ride with Jimin on your way back home. He feels distant. And you have no idea what you did wrong. Let alone how to fix this.
“Jimin.” You call out to him. He doesn’t look at you, his eyes glued on the iPad in front of him, the business news page filling the screen.
When he still doesn’t answer, you sigh as you reach for his hands. He only looks through the corner of his eyes. Your finger play with his wedding ring.
“Jimin..” you call him again. “I have something to talk to you about.”
He still doesn’t answer and you miss the way his jaw clenches.
“I want to ask about-”
“Prenup?” He cut you off.
You freeze. He pulls back his hand, not giving you a chance to hold him.
“H-how did you know?”
“If you want to talk about it, drop it. I don’t want to hear about it.” He says firmly.
“But it’s to protect you.”
He scoffs. “What can you protect me from? If you’re going to leave me, you might as well kill me and keep all the money to yourself.”
What? Where did that come from? “Leave you? Why would you think that?”
“Well what else am I supposed to think if you come to me and wants to talk about prenup, something that will only happen if we’re divorced?” You flinch when you hear his raised voice. You glance at the driver’s seat, now feeling slightly embarassed that Taeseok is listening to the argument.
“Why do you see it that way?”
“Well I don’t know, maybe because I don’t have any other way to see it?” His tone sarcastic.
You sigh. Why is he being so stubborn?
You’re about to open your mouth again but he glares at you and your lips are automatically sealed.
“Drop it.” He says. And every desire of you to fight him is lost.
You stare at him in defeat. Before this you don’t even know about prenup and he won’t even mention about it to you. You don’t even know why. It won’t harm the both of you so what’s the problem with signing off some papers? And it’s not like you didn’t sign some contract when you first met him.
God, he’s still the same stubborn man when you first met him.
“The boys are coming over for dinner.” He suddenly says.
Oh. “They are?”
He remains silent and you give up trying to gauge his mood. This is definitely not a good time to fight again about prenups.
As soon as you reach home, you quickly shower and put on a light makeup before heading to kitchen to prepare dinner. You’ve no idea what they like and there’re six more mouths to eat so everything in the kitchen it is.
“Hello sister in law!” Hoseok greets loudly as soon as you see them and all six of them come rushing into the house.
You greet each one of them and immediately invite them over for dinner together. They’re all just super loud, you think.
“And I met her parents early today.” Taehyung says, when the topic of his girlfriend came about.
That earned several oohhss from the boys. “Oohh Taehyung, are we gonna be dressing up for the big event soon?” Namjoon teases.
“Oh yeah, time to pick out some Louis Vuitton then.” Hoseok raises his double eyebrow twice as he grins.
Jin scoffs. “Even the Louis Vuitton can’t bring out the handsomeness, if you don’t have a face like me.”
Safe to say, he earns a plethora of curses from around the table and you just sit there, genuinely entertained.
“And it’s totally like Haikyuu! I’m telling you- I swear by it-” Jungkook who comes to sit beside you on the sofa says enthusiastically. Everyone was scattered at the lounge area after dinner. Taehyung and Jimin nowhere to be seen. Namjoon’s reading a book while Yoongi sits beside him, earphones in his ear as he doze off.
You raise an eyebrow at Jungkook.
“What? I watch anime, so what!” He laughs.
“Hey! No judgement here! I wasn’t judging you.” You roll your eyes at him and he snickers at you. It feels very comfortable around Jungkook. He has a very warm and bright personality and makes too many jokes your stomach almost hurt from laughing. The two of you had been talking since after dinner and the topics were endless from art to work to mafia to anime.
It kind of feels nice to have someone of same age to talk to.
“What’s wrong with Jimin hyung today?” He asks.
You swallow and looks around. Jimin isn’t around. You briefly contemplate whether you should talk about this with Jungkook.
Collecting yourself, you finally confess to him. “I.. mentioned about prenups to him.”
“Let me guess, he won’t do it?”
You nod slowly.
Jungkook just hums and nods, as if he’s trying to assess the situation.
You sigh. “I just don’t get it. It’s to protect him. And suddenly he says I’m thinking of leaving him. I mean-”
Suddenly, Jungkook bursts out laughing.
You stare at him. “You’re laughing?”
He bites his lip, trying to suppress his laughter. “I understand you. But I also understand him.”
“You understand him? How??”
He smiles gently at you. “You have to understand that in our world, there’s nothing free. When people does something, it’s almost always because they want something back. And the more you experience that, it kind of screw with the way you see yourself. To be more precise, your self worth. Because we’re surrounded by people who only wants something from us. So we tend to think the worse of ourself. Strip ourself from all that we are now - fame, money, power and who’ll be left?”
So that’s where his thoughts of you leaving him are coming from.. You gulp. Never really expecting this all too mature pep talk from Jungkook who now seems like a hundred years older than you.
“Hyung.. grows up with barely any woman around him. The one that he meets.. you know. Not really a good example.”
Uhhuh. Clara Kim comes flashing in your brain.
“And then there’s you, completely innocent, kind and just sincerely in love with him. I think he just doesn’t know how to deal with that. He’s changed a lot since he met you.”
Does he? He kinda does actually, but there’s always gonna be some part that remains with him - his aloofness, stubbornness and all sorts of level headed.
“Talk to him. I’m not saying that you should force the idea to him. But you should try to understand him too. Try to find that middle ground. I’m sure he’ll listen to you. He really loves you, you know.”
You raise one eyebrow at him.
“What?” He smiles sheepishly.
“I mean, I didn’t know you have an old grandpa living inside your body.” You laugh.
“Shut it.” Jungkook says and jokingly put you into a headlock.
But your whole body freezes.
It’s not because you don’t like Jungkook, but you’ve always been jumpy about ‘extra’ skinships with guys perhaps due to your traumatical experiences since childhood. And so far now, only Jimin was able to break that wall that his touch is now a calming mechanism for you.
You know Jungkook meant well but your reaction is instant and can’t be helped.
Through the corner of your eye, you see Hoseok freezing at the both of you too. And then like a magnet, your eyes find Jimin and he’s staring at the both of you. You literally have no idea when he came in. It only takes a split second for Jungkook to retreat his hands.
Suddenly Namjoon stands. “It’s late. I think we all should leave now.” He says, like he’s been watching everything happening silently.
Hoseok quickly jumps up. “Yeah, I’m starting to get sleepy too. We’ll drop by again another time!”
And everyone is suddenly on their feet including you.
“Sorry.” Jungkook whispers on the way out.
You just nod and smile at him. It’s not even his fault.
Jimin already heads upstairs when you turn around. You sigh. Picking up his coat on the sofa, you head upstairs too. When you enter the room, you hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.
Taking a deep breath, you make a decision. Stripping yourself naked, you reach for the bathrobe and cover yourself before entering the bathroom cautiously.
Jimin is in the tub, head tilted and eyes closed. Sensing your presence, he opens his eyes.
“Can I join?” You ask. His eyes continue to stare at you without a word. You don’t wait for his answer. Instead, you slowly shrug the bathrobe off, letting it fall down to your feet.
Jimin may be silent, but you know better when he inhales deeply, his eyes watching you like a hawk.
Slowly, you enter the tub, sitting across him.
“If you’re here to talk about prenups again, can it.”
“I’m not.”
He raises one eyebrow. “You’re not?”
“If you don’t want to do it, it’s fine.” You let the water run all over your arm.
He hums. “Well that’s.. unexpected.”
You smile. “I talked to Jungkook about it.”
“Huh. Guess he won’t lose his hand then.”
You stare at him. “You’re... joking right?”
He narrows his eyes. “He should know his boundaries.”
You can’t believe it. “You know he meant well right?”
He only grunts in response and you take it as the message had been delivered.
When he doesn’t answer, you sigh. “Jimin.. you know, before I met you, I never thought about my future. Because I never thought I would live past twenty, let alone have a future. And I lived like I was in a dark corner, I don’t have anyone around me. I never thought I could love someone, or be loved so much.” He looks at you and you hold his gaze steady.
“You helped me break through a lot of walls and I thank you so much for that. But you have to trust me. I am a person of my own and you have to let me make decisions for myself. A relationship is built out of love, but commitments are trust.”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment until he cards his fingers through his hair. “Fine. I’m.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to not listen to you.”
You push yourself up and then slowly, you sit yourself on Jimin’s lap, your face inches above him. “It’s okay.. we’re both still learning, right?” You smile.
He looks at you softly and then closes the distance to plant a kiss on your lips.
“Do you really think that I’m telling you about prenups because I want to leave you eventually?”
He sighs then shakes his head. “No.. I’m- I’m sorry.. it’s just.. I didn’t know what else to think. I’m sorry, I know you meant well. I lack a lot.. and sometimes it just feels surreal to have you in my life. You’re still with me when nothing else stays.. and I really can’t live without you now.. and the mere thought of it just-”
You take his lips then, your hands going around his neck. “Sshh. No prenups. Okay?” You peck the corner of his mouth.
He looks at you then. “I thought you already agreed to it?”
“I know. But now I’m happier with my decision.”
He chuckles. Then his face inches closer to you. Eyes dropping to your lips, your heart beat picks up quickly. And when his tongue slowly swipes your lips, a moan involuntarily escapes your mouth, because you could feel his erection right underneath you.
“You know..” he starts as his tongue nips at your neck, “we’ve never done it in a bath tub..”
“Jimin- no we’re not doing it in a bathtub.” You say, getting alarmed, eyes wide open.
He smirks and doesn’t say anything. But then when his sinful tongue swirls over your breast, you’re at his mercy.
And the rest is history.
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A/N: Wow I just realized I’m not around so much when I don’t post chapters. And I left dusts on the asks you guys sent me 🥲 I’m really sorry about that but life had really caught me so much for a whole month, I barely have time for myself. I know it sounds like a typical author excuse haha but well, behind every writer there’s still a fragile human like me 🤣 my mom fell sick and she was bed ridden for a whole three weeks plus and only recently seems a lot better so I finally have little me time. I’m not asking for sympathy or anything like that, I’m just putting it out here so that when I come back here sometime in the future I would remember the backstory behind the lack of my updates haha.
So sorry for the overdue chapter. I’ve written it quite sometime ago but yeah, I really don’t have the time to turn my laptop on and post it. But here it is! A bit of a boring chapter maybe haha but just to give you guys an insight of marriage, like actual marriage with your protective obsessive mafia husband ;) till next bonus (maybe) then! 💜
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Mr. President
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Chapter 19
TW: Violence, strong language, cursing
Words Count: 2.3k
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After your heated argument with Jimin, you find yourself in the small library room, the room that you often find solace in. You sit on the couch, hugging your legs tight before letting the sobs take over.
You set yourself into this. You fall for him even when you know it’s going to cause you pain.
For a long hour, you just cry yourself out until your body is exhausted and you just stare numbly ahead.
And that’s when you decided you’re going to leave.
You force yourself to sleep then because you know your body needs rest. But half an hour later you find yourself constantly twisting your body, unable to sleep as you wait for tomorrow’s morning to come with pounding heart.
When the morning finally comes, you pace back and forth in your room. You couldn’t sleep a wink last night. You lean against the door, listening intently.
Once you figured that it’s safe, you duck out silently and heads upstairs into the bedroom. You don’t see your husband anywhere so it’s a safe bet that he’s already out to work.
Wasting no time, you take out a medium size duffel bag and stuff several pairs of shirts and pants. You dig in the small drawer and takes out some cash that you had kept. For a moment, you contemplate whether you should bring your phone with you but then decide against it because you don’t want to risk being tracked by your husband.
You head downstairs and exit the house silently and from then on, it is fairly easy to escape. Your own bodyguard, Taeseok is nowhere to be seen and thus makes it easier for you to slip through the security as they probably wouldn’t think that you’re escaping.
You weren’t stopped until the front guards and you quickly lie about going to the gym with a friend and he doesn’t seem to be suspicious at all.
For a long time, you just walk and walk and just take random buses and sit on a bench at random parks, just watching people passing by, watching people who doesn’t seem to have any worry in their life although you know everyone is far from having zero complications in their life.
Everyone is working hard.
Everyone is working hard living their life.
And there’s you. A foolish twenty three year old girl, who’d married the leader of a dangerous mafia gang and ended up falling in love with him.
You find tears slipping from your eyes.
Jimin..
You wonder if your husband’s looking for you.
Or perhaps he’s decided to let go whatever it is between the two of you.
Had you just imagine it? Every little act that he does?
Perhaps you should’ve just said yes to your husband’s new proposal. Maybe that could’ve made things easier and you don’t have to deal with immense pain like this from heartache.
But you know that you couldn’t share him. You don’t want to share him with another woman.
You let out a long sigh. This wallowing-in-sadness is really getting nowhere.
You get up then and sees that it’s almost dark, dusk almost setting in with the yellow and orange sky. Somehow, you find yourself on the outskirt of Seoul after all those random routes you’ve taken. You checked into a small budget hotel after searching around the neighbourhood. You plop yourself on the bed once you’ve settled into the small bedroom, briefly wondering what you’re gonna do after this.
You don’t have any plan.
Let alone a huge sum of money.
You close your eyes for few seconds.
Nevermind all that. It’s okay. You’re okay. Everything’s gonna be okay.
You can start slow from the bottom. Find some low paying job and make your way from there. You resolve to go for a job hunt first thing tomorrow morning.
After you finish a long shower that night, you curl yourself on the bed. The mattress is rough, not at all soft and comfy like the one you’re used to sharing with Jimin but it’s okay, you don’t mind it one bit since you’re used to hardship before you even met him.
You marvel at the fact that you’re once again out in streets. Not far from before you met Jimin, really.
And your husband..
You feel a laughter of disbelief bubbles up inside you.
You left your husband. You made the decision to leave him when he couldn’t reciprocate the feelings he’d never promised in the first place so it’s a bit ridiculous that you’re missing him now right?
Unknowingly, your fingers trace your lips. It seems so vivid how your husband had kissed you last night. You’ve never been kissed that way before but then again, you’ve never been kissed by anyone.
You want to blame your husband for putting you through such pain but you know it’s not his fault. The marriage and the relationship you have with him is only temporary so he doesn’t do stupid things like falling in love or become emotionally invested because that would be a waste of his time.
He’d given you the choice yet you’re the one who chooses the wrong way and walks away from the opportunity he’s given.
But is it though? Are you making a mistake right now?
If you had just say yes, you could have everything you want.
Except his heart, of course.
Which is ironically the only thing that you want.
But you know deep down you don’t want to lie to yourself and to him.
It proves easier than said to find work in this small neighbourhood. It’s been four days and you still hadn’t find a job and you’re getting more anxious.
But no matter what, you still have to eat. You’ve survived not eating for days before and you can survive on minimal food consumption so this is definitely not a new feeling. Pursing your lips, you make your way to the grocery store and begins stocking up on several ingredients and paid for it.
You head back out, holding a bag full of groceries. After a few minutes of walking, you suddenly had that eerie feeling of being watched, a feeling that felt so similar to the one that you’ve experienced while at the charity function at Jaehyun’s house a week ago.
Shiver runs down through your body and you’re not sure if it is caused by the cold wind at night which is suddenly stronger or your growing paranoia.
Pulling your jacket tighter, you start to walk faster. It’s daytime, though bleak clouds are looming over you but it’s still bright. Nothing would probably happen in this broad daylight right?
You wish you were right.
Something happens really quickly just then. One moment you’re just turning the corner towards your block and the next moment, you see someone jumps out of a van and clasps your mouth and nose with cloth tightly.
And everything becomes black after that.
You didn’t faint, you think once your brain starts functioning. Perhaps only for a fleeting moment, you think. You blink several times but your vision is still blinded and realize your face is covered with a mask. The hum of the car’s engine and the slight shake of your body tells you you’re in the van you saw and you’re being transported somewhere. It’s quite a long distance and you try to think of possible places from the routes they’re taking but to no avail. You haven’t lived in the neighbourhood for long, it’s impossible to know where they’re bringing you.
The van eventually comes to a halt and suddenly you feel your body being dragged out. Your feet struggles to catch up as the person drags you over the rough gravel of the pavement, the cold wind making you shudder immediately.
“Who are you? Where are you taking me?” You ask and it’s obviously a mistake as a harsh slap lands on your cheek instantly. You wince, feeling blood forming on your lips.
“Shut up, bitch.” The rough voice says.
They make you sit on a chair, your hands tied behind your back. Your throat is very dry and you’ve no idea how long they’ve kept you there. You can’t see anything as your face remains covered.
At some point, you doze off and only wake when someone hit your cheeks, not too rough but still leaves a stinging pain. They uncover your face enough to give you some water and that’s it. You’re left alone again.
You’re not entirely sure if you’ve been hit again because the stinging pain on your lips and cheeks are now numb, you can barely feel them. You’re not sure if you fainted at some point either.
You hear some voices then. And despite the mask you’re wearing, you open your eyes to the darkness.
“Well, well, well.” A familiar voice. Too familiar.
And that’s when the mask covering your face is yanked away and your eyes struggle to adjust to the light.
“Hello little sister.”
Jay.
Your own brother.
Your eyes stare fixedly at him as he smirks at you. He looks pretty decent, his cheeks doesn’t sunk so much, his face cleaner and he dresses normally.
“J-Jay-“ you struggle to say, your throats is still very dry. You swallow several times and try to gather your voice. “What are you doing here?”
“Aww little sis, don’t take that tone with me. Don’t you miss me?” He leans forward and cups both your cheeks forcefully making you whimper in pain. “I’ve missed you a lot.”
You spit on him, forcing him to release you and with a look of rage, he slaps you hard on your right cheek. Your eyes widen when you see few drops of blood splatter on the floor. You think your lips had split in a dozen different parts.
Jay spits and then wipes his face clear. You look around and realize you’re in some abandoned warehouse and there are several other guys looking at the both of you with interest.
Perhaps they’ve never seen a brother so willingly hit his own sister.
“Why are you doing this?”
Jay tongues his cheek before smirking. “I know you’re living with Park Jimin now. You think you’re safe now that you’re living with him? Do you even know what kind of guy he is?”
“He’s my husband.” You answer firmly.
He laughs at that. “Husband? Funny how he can let his wife be kidnapped, huh? But that doesn’t matter. I need your beloved husband here.”
You grit your teeth. “Why?”
“You’re asking why? What- you think he can simply takes you as he wish? He needs to pay me before taking you. And if he doesn’t, I will sell you off anywhere. Anywhere that gives me the most money.”
You scoff. “That’s all you always think about. Money, money and money.”
“Don’t we all? You have all his money yet you won’t even share some for me? Some ungrateful bitch.” He spats.
He then lunges forward and nothing prepares you for another stinging pain as he hit you right on the cheek. “This is for leaving me bitch.” And then another. “And this is for being such a slut.”
You feel your vision momentarily blinds as your eyes roll out and you struggle to remain conscious. “Just kill me.” You croak.
“Kill? No no that’d be too easy little sister.. I want you to suffer what I suffered.. you’re gonna die.. eventually- oh you will. But being the good little sister that you are.. you’re gonna let me have my fun first, gonna cut your pretty little face first and then maybe your fingers.. and your cunt.. did you have sex with him already? Of course you did like the slut you are.. and then I’m gonna let all these men here fuck you and if you’re still alive by then.. we’ll see..”
“You’re psycho.”
“Psycho?” He laughs. “Maybe I am. Maybe after all is done, I’ll give you back to your precious husband and see if he’ll take you back..”
“No..” you say slowly. “He’s gonna come and he’ll tear your limbs before you could say my name.”
“Shut up bitch,” is the last thing he says before he knocks you out again.
The next time you wake, you hear a female voice in between male voices.
“Don’t you think you had too much fun with her? What if she’s dead already? Damn it, missed my chance to have fun..” the female says, her voice also strangely familiar.
The other guy you realise is you brother laughs. “No.. don’t worry.. this bitch is tougher than you think.. how do you think she’s survived years of my beating and still breathing?”
“Maybe you hit like a pussy.”
“God damn it, I wanna stick my cock into your mouth so you’d shut up bitch.”
You hear her laughter.
Your stomach churns and you have this sudden whooping feeling as your eyes finally refocus and widens in recognition of the said female.
Clara Kim.
There’s no mistaking her tall and slender figure, although her hair is now changed to blue color.
How is she related to your brother?
“Someone’s awake.” Clara says as her eyes meet yours. She takes several steps forward and leans down to stare at you from top to bottom. “So this is Jimin’s wife huh... no wonder he’s changed.” She says when she straightens again.
“Not gonna lie.. I like Jimin and so does a thousand other girls out there but I don’t demand his heart. I don’t do shits like relationship and so does Jimin but you- you little witch-“ she pauses then leans forward again, her slender fingers clasps your cheeks, turning it left and right, “Not so pretty now with all these blood and bruises huh?”
You stare at her in disdain. “He’s not gonna come. He doesn’t love me.”
“We’ll see about that.” She smirks.
He’s not gonna come, briefly you think.
“Just kill me, kill me!” You yell and someone knocks you out again.
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Chapter 23
TW: Brief smut
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“I can’t believe I’m engaged now. Can you believe it? A whole week before he kept annoying me and all of a sudden he brought me a ring.” Irene rolls her eyes. The two of you met for lunch nearby the company. You haven’t seen her in a while and it feels nice to catch up with everything. Irene is one of the few of the very little friends you have.
Her longtime boyfriend had finally proposed to her. You almost scream finally when Irene broke the news to you. You genuinely feel happy for her.
“So, guess that’s it for today’s catch up session.” She grins at you.
“Um.. actually do you mind if I come up for a moment?”
“Uh duh~ of course not! You miss him already?” She teases.
You try to stifle a smile. “A little bit.” You do miss him a little.
When you reach your old desk, Irene excuses herself to the restroom. Feeling excited, you head towards Jimin’s room. But that feeling dampens quickly when he’s nowhere to be seen. Pouting, you head back to your old station.
You’re about to text him about his whereabouts when you see him comes with a woman next to him. They stand not far from where you are but you don’t think they notice since you’re slightly hidden behind the wall.
They stand there for a moment as they talk and you wonder who the woman is. You don’t think you’ve encountered her before back when you’re still working here.
They laugh about something and she briefly touches your husband’s arm. If Jimin’s somehow uncomfortable with that, he’d done a perfect job hiding it. You feel your inside boiling, perhaps just a little.
While they’re still talking, you head into Jimin’s office. Storming into the room, you huff, feeling furious.
But then something catches your eye.
Taking a few step towards Jimin’s table, you notice the name plaque with his name written on it, the one you made. Drawn to it, you move closer and reaches for it, heart fluttering a little.
And then you notice the picture frame next to it. It looks strangely familiar so you move around the table and there’s no mistaking that it’s the portrait you made. The portrait looks so out of place in his sleek and modern office that you suddenly feel like laughing.
The picture next to it does a little something to your heart. It’s your wedding picture but it’s just you, smiling brightly.
How are you supposed to be mad at him when he does this?
You pout.
And then suddenly the door opens. Jimin enters and immediately sees you but he only frowns for a moment before gesturing the woman in.
Your eyes narrow slightly.
It would all be fine, really, because you’re a professional, only if she keeps her hands off your husband.
Jimin then gestures her to sit across him. She bows, her neck a tad bit too exposed. You notice Jimin looking away for a split second, working hard to hide his uncomfortable expression.
The way her skirt is too short and the way she crosses her legs, you can see through it all.
Well, Mrs. Park to the rescue.
Biting your lips, you walk over. She finally notices your presence when you come near. You hold a hand out to her.
“You are..?” She asks.
“I’m Mrs. Park.”
For a fleeting second, you see her face registers surprise as she shakes your hand. “Nice meeting you, Mrs. Park. I’m Jinah.”
Jimin’s arm snakes around your waist as you take your place beside him.
“And you’re here for..?” You ask.
“Oh, I’m here to discuss about a new publishing project that us as Glory Publishing is currently positively reviewing. You might be aware that Mr. Park is planning to acquire Glory Publishing.”
Oh, you knew about this one. Jimin told you this before. His company had been looking for potential publishing companies to branch out and Glory Publishing is one of them. But they didn't make the cut. Yet here they are trying to convince Jimin that they're looking at the next big project.
Your husband has made it clear that their company didn't make the cut but they're very persistent. You briefly wonder why he still accepts appointments with their party. Perhaps out of goodwill.
You clear your throat. "I thought our representatives had made it clear on this issue. Your company has issues with ethical problems and we’re doing our best to avoid future problems.” Perhaps your confidence is boosted a little with Jimin playing with your hair behind you.
Jinah seems flustered, perhaps not expecting you to address the issue. She tries to have a look at your husband but you immediately covered him.
And he just grins behind you, lips caressing your hair because he swears he loves you so much when you’re protecting him like this.
“If you don’t have anything else,” you look at your watch, “unfortunately the time is up. I have to ask you to leave because my husband is very booked and busy. If there’s any further issue, I hope you can contact our representatives instead.” You hold a hand out to her and she takes it, although her expression is furious. Without another word, she storms out.
As soon as she left, you let out a relieved sigh, suddenly not believing you just did that. Jimin tries to stifle a smile at your reaction. You got up and move towards Jimin’s desk and he follows you from behind.
“I have a very good secretary it seems.” He whispers to your ears, making you gasp. He then stands in front of you.
You gulp. Too close, too close.
He sits on the edge of his desk. “And how should I reward you for that?” He smiles.
Suddenly, he pulls you onto his lap and you let out a squeak.
His eyes fell to your lips and it looks so, so dangerous.
Oh no. “Jimin, it’s the office.”
“So?”
“You can’t do anything to me.” You try to run.
“It’s my company.” He catches your wrist effortlessly.
Your eyes widen. “It’s gross.”
He quirks one eyebrow. And you catch his off guard moment to run away. Pretty sure your husband’s laughing at you now.
A grin appears on your lips when you’re reminded of that evening’s event. Jimin really has a gift of making your heart rate spike up. You have no idea how to handle when your husband’s being flirty. You’re in the kitchen, having just finished washing the dishes. You set to make a cup of coffee for Jimin and then heads to his study. You softly knock before entering to see him talking through a phone call. He glances up upon your entrance and mouths a thank you as you put the cup down in front of him.
You look around his study for several moments, briefly remembering the first time you’re in here and your husband has just come up with the marriage contract with you. You smile fondly at the memory. It feels so long since then. And look at where the two of you are now.
You’re just about to dismiss yourself when something catches your attention.
Something’s weird.
You think as you stop and stare at the vast painting before you. It looks strangely familiar. You think hard for a while but is still unable to remember the source so you resolve to thinking that perhaps it’s been hung there from the start.
“You remember this painting?” Jimin suddenly asks as he comes to stand beside you.
And suddenly it all clicks in your head. It’s the painting you both saw at the art exhibition. The Isle of Sorrow.
You feel like you’re in a sort of treasure hunt today with everything that you found.
“I bought it the day we saw..” he says carefully.
Your heart starts to race. “I didn’t wanna scare you.. so I kept it hidden.. I didn’t know why I bought it back then.” He laughs at himself then smiles sheepishly. “Perhaps I was already in love..”
You don’t think you can control the pace of your heart anymore.
Especially not when his face is inching closer and closer to you, closing the proximity between the two of you.
And then he takes your lips by surprise although you’ve been anticipating it. It’s slow and languid but it’s enough to suck the air out of you. You think you’ll always marvel by how soft his lips are against yours. When he pulls back, you’re all sorts of breathless.
“Y/N.” He says firmly.
You look up at him expectantly.
He takes a deep breath and looks at you straight in the eye.
“I love you.”
It takes a moment for your brain to process and to make sure you didn’t mishear it. And your eyes water immediately.
“I think I’ve fallen for you since back then.. even before.. you said you love me. But I wasn’t sure what it was back then and I tried so hard to deny what I was feeling.. you were constantly on my mind.. I keep on worrying when you’re not in front of me, I feel so angry even at the thought of another guy touching you, I want to destroy anything or everything that hurts you the slightest.. including me.. because I know I’m the one that hurts you the most.. and it almost cost your life.. for me to realize that I burn for you.. my day and my nights.. that I’m actually in love with you.”
And the tears run down your cheeks. It’s all so overwhelming and something that you can’t describe because you’ve been waiting for so long for him to reciprocate your feelings and then he finally says the words but you both had been through so much and it just somehows feels like a very long journey.
A tear escapes Jimin’s eyes too but he’s quick to inhale a breath and recomposes himself. He then wipes your tears and gives you a moment to recompose.
“There’s something I want to do.” he says, eyes staring at you seriously. “I.. I know I’m a lot to put up with.. and I know I’ve done.. worse things. But I want to do this.. I want to be.. with you.”
And suddenly he takes out something from his right pocket and kneels down in front of you. You gasp as you watch him with widening eyes.
“I promise to love you, cherish you, honor you, and to hold your hands always in times of good and bad. I vow to stay faithful, loyal and honest till we both grow old. Will you... start this marriage anew.. with me?”
Your heart beats even faster, tears almost threatening again when you realize he’s reciting the wedding vow six months ago, except that this time it is full of sincerity.
And your heart continues to thunder against your chest when he opens the small velvet box, a ring with a simple crystal centrepiece encased in it.
And it suddenly dawns to you that he’s the only man that you’ll ever love in your life.
So you nod. With your eyes glistening in tears.
Jimin gives you a full smile. And then he takes the ring out and gently put it on your fourth finger. That’s when you realize he already puts his on, one that matches yours on his finger too.
When he raises to his feet, you don’t waste another second to pull him into a hug.
You love him.. with all your heart. Is all you could think.
When you both pull back, he looks at you fondly.
“I just thought that you deserve a proper proposal..” he grabs your hand and guides you to his study desk. You watch in confusion for a second as he bents down to pick up something from behind the desk and your eyes widen when you see a bouquet of red roses. “Hearts..” he says as his finger points to his heart, “and flowers.” He hands you the bouquet.
He smiles as you remain speechless.
“I.. honestly I’ve had this for a long time, ever since you’re still in the hospital.. and I tried to find the right time but I don’t know.. I gave up trying to find the right time because I think there’s no such thing as the right time.. but I want to do this..”
You raise your fingers to cup his chin tenderly. “It’s.. perfect.”
You watch as his eyes lit up from your words. And then his face inches closer. You know he’s about to kiss you again but this time, you’re ready.
Your eyes flutter close as his lips finally meet yours and it’s as if your lips are made for him when they moulded perfectly against his.
He tilts his head slightly and this time he pulls you even closer. His lips presses against yours more deeply, drawing a whimper from your throat, a sound that causes him to grunt.
The kiss escalates quickly, growing more and more intense, making your feet curl against the plush carpet.
His hands move downwards from your neck towards your shoulder. And when one of his hand brushes against your breast, you let out a squeak in surprise.
Jimin pulls away immediately, eyes finding yours. His expression concerned, perhaps wondering if he’s gone too far from your comfort zone.
“I’m sorry.” He says quickly, still a little out of breath.
You bite your bottom lip. You don’t want him to stop. “No, I’m sorry. It’s just.. I’m not used.. I’m.. I’ve never.. I’ve never done this before..”
He looks at you softly. “I know. And I promised you to take it slow. So I’m not gonna do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Okay?”
You nod. He smiles and releases you and suddenly you’re afraid he’ll go away so you grab his shirt quickly.
He raises his brow at you.
“We.. we can.. we can continue.. to kiss..” you say and you feel like you’re going to die from embarassment.
Jimin smiles wickedly, almost wanting to clutch his heart physically because he finds you too adorable. “Wow okay. Kiss me then.” He says playfully.
You look up at him, eyes round in determination and he finds it so adorable it takes everything in him not to initiate the kiss first.
Closing the proximity, you tiptoe slightly and press your lips firmly against his.
You feel him smiling against your lips and you can’t help but smile too. This time, you try to take control.
Your fingers card his hair as you pull him tight against you, deepening the kiss. A moan escapes his mouth and you’ve never heard something sound so sinful before.
It almost kind of sparks something carnal deep inside you.
And then your hands are on his chest, deftly unbuttoning his shirt. His hands are on each side of your waist, palms flat against your skin, not making any move to explore anymore and you want to change that.
You want him to know that you’re ready.
So you press yourself against him and practically grinds against him, making him groan.
“Baby-” he says but you cut him by taking his lips again. Tongue fervently exploring his mouth.
“Jimin-” you call him, breathless. “Take me to bed, please.”
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A/N: *fanning myself* im actually blushing aaaaaa yall know what's coming in the next chapter ;)))
on the side note, I am having mixed feeling right now. I can’t wait for this story to end and show it to you guys but at the same time I’m sad that it’s coming to an end because there’s really not much chapter left 🥺
Buy me a cup of coffee here! 💜
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Chapter 27
TW: Brief smut ;)
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It’s almost the end of the year and winter has come with full coldness. But you don’t feel so cold and alone like most winter your whole life. You have someone that gives you warmth now. Your heart swelling at the thought of your husband.
You smile as you give yourself some makeover on your dressing table. It’s the night of the company dinner, and you’re invited to join other staffs. It took some time to persuade your husband but eventually, he gives in.
“Do you really have to go?” He stood beside you when you’re sitting in front of your dressing table, putting on some nightcream before you head to sleep a few nights ago.
“I’ve never had any company dinner before.. and I really want to experience it once..”
“Hmm.. how about dinner with me instead? It’s still a company dinner since I’m your boss.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “That doesn’t count. I have dinner with you every night.”
He pouted. And he looked so adorable so you stood and pecked the corner of his lips before you move to the bed. He followed after you.
“Why don’t you come to the gathering?”
He scoffed. “No employee ever wants the boss to be at a company dinner.”
So that’s how you end up going to the gathering without your husband. He did send you off and told you he’ll pick you up as well.
“So.. Chris and I had been talking.. and.. we’ve decided to get married next month.” Irene says, eyes sparkling.
“Oh my God!” Your hand clasp your mouth. “Oh my God congratulations!” You pull her into a tight hug as she grins.
“Thank you, Mrs. President!” She teases and you smack her arms. She’s never called you that before, only once perhaps and you told her off immediately. “Share me a tip or two later.” She winks.
Your cheeks redden. “I don’t have anything to share..”
“Oh come on! That is obviously such a lie!”
You roll your eyes. “Okay, we need a drink to celebrate this. Come on!”
She rolls hers as well but continues to pour drinks for the two of you, clinking your glass before downing it one shot.
“Ooh, way to go girl!”
And the night goes for a long time, that right after the dinner, there’s a karaoke session, which you find yourself too timid to try. To be honest, you just want to experience the environment and sees what people do at gatherings. You’ve never had the opportunity before. But you’re content enough observing and watching people’s antics. And then not to mention, the drinking session that goes on for two, three, four rounds. You think they’re endless. But you do enjoy the night so far. You think you’ve had your fill of laughter for a week now.
You’re not sure how many glasses you’ve downed now, but you know it’s a lot. You’ve consumed more alcohol tonight than your twenty three years of life combined. You’re starting to get tipsy (definitely not drunk) when you’re starting to feel a little too hot.
“God, it’s hot.” You mutter.
You’re wearing a button down pastel pink blouse matched with a cream pencil skirt. You unbutton your blouse a little.
“Unnie, you’re married right?” Mina, the maknae in the office asks. Both of you and several others are sitting on the table, too tired to join the group singing and dancing and just settle on watching them by the table.
You nod.
Chaerin who’s sitting beside Mina nods enthusiastically. “I heard your husband is really rich. What does he do?”
You bite your lips, contemplating whether to tell them your husband is the CEO of the company they’re working at. They’re fairly new interns, having entered the company sometime early this month. You don’t particularly hide the fact that you’re the CEO’s wife, but you don’t necessarily flaunt it either so it’s pretty common for newbies not to know it.
“He’s a.. CEO.” You settle on saying and Mina’s eyes go round.
“You’re so lucky to have a rich husband! I have no idea why you still wanna work.” She pouts. “If it’s me I would’ve just stayed at home, doing anything I want at home.”
“Me too, me too. Or perhaps go shopping all day.” Chaerin chirps in.
You could only smile hearing them. You don’t think you have it in you to just sit at home and spend all of Jimin’s money although your husband would probably like the idea very much.
“It’s okay. You’ll find one too.” You nod encouragingly at Mina.
She scoffs. “Where am I gonna find one? The most handsome CEO I’ve ever met is our CEO. Shame that he’s married.”
You become alert as your husband suddenly becomes the topic of conversation.
“Agreed. Us single ladies could only drool over him. I wonder how Mr. President and his wife’s sex life be like.” Chaerin smiles wickedly, raising her eyebrow twice.
Why would these people be curious about that?? You look at them in horror but they’re too busy imagining to notice your expression.
“Must be nice.. I mean, Mr. Park is so handsome, and his body is to be drooled over. I’d probably have sex with him everyday if I was married to him.” Mina says.
You snort. As if. It’s almost a year of marriage with Jimin and you’re practically still a virgin.
“It’s so gross to drool over someone’s husband but he’s so hot- ugh.” Chaerin says.
Mina nods in agreement. It’s no surprise to hear people crushing on your husband. You’ve heard people gushing over him so much you’re almost used to it. But you never thought they’d be this vocal. Is this considered some kind of harassment towards your husband? Where and how do you lodge a complain?
Chaerin shakes her head and suddenly puts a hand on Mina’s shoulder. “It’s okay Mina. You can still seduce him.”
W-what? You choke on your drink, almost spluttering.
Chaerin laughs, seeing your expression. “What? You don’t think he’ll stay faithful forever to his wife? No matter how loyal he is.. with a little bit of seduction, he wouldn’t say no if a woman comes and offer herself to him. Like, one look from him and women would fall to their feet to serve him.”
“I- I don’t think- I mean- his wife-” you start to say but she cuts you off.
“Ey~ what do you think a year of marriage can do to a wife? Once they stop dressing up for their husband, it’s all over.”
Is it really? Is that the reason why your husband won’t touch you? You’ve been longing for Jimin’s touch and the fact that he just won’t do it makes you think of all sorts of things. You’re almost on the verge of crying.
So you reach for more alcohol, pouring few drinks for yourself, downing them all in one shot.
“Oh God, Mr. Park.” Someone whispers, you’re not sure if it’s Mina or Chaerin.
You look up then. Your eyes find him easily although your vision is slightly unfocused. You smile as he takes his step towards you when he spots you.
You tilt your head. “Oh, it’s my husband.”
You could almost see from the corner of your eyes, Mina and Chaerin’s priceless expression.
He narrows his eyes at you once he reaches you. All staffs stand to greet him and he gestures for them to sit immediately.
“It’s okay, just go ahead and continue. I’m just here to pick up my wife.” He smiles politely and nods. You think Mina’s jaw dropped while Chaerin’s hand clasped her mouth. He looks down at you. “Mrs. Park? You ready to go home?”
You pout and shake your head. “Why don’t you come and join me drink?”
He stares at you for a few moment. Then he pulls your arm and you’re vaguely aware of everyone staring at the both of you. You let him lead you to to the bar counter as he asks for empty water.
You prop one hand on the bar and grins at your husband. He looks wonderful as always, in his working attire. He still has his suit jacket on, making him look a hundred times more handsome.
His eyebrow lifts.
“You’re drunk.” He states.
You shake your head. “No no no. I’m not.. I just had two.. three.. four? Or five glasses..” you say through a slur. And then you hiccup. “Oops.”
He shakes his head, although a fond smile is tugging at his lips. He then calls for the bartender again as he orders a drink for himself. Your empty glass of water is served and he pushes the glass towards you and gestures you to drink.
You pout. “No.” You shake your head.
He narrows his eyes at you. Jaw slightly clenching.
You suddenly straighten yourself and looks at him seriously. “You.” You point your finger at him, taking him by surprise. “You said you loved me.”
He frowns. Perhaps wondering where you’re going with this. “I do.”
It’s your turn to narrow your eyes at him. “Then why?!” You say, voice slightly raised.
“Why what?” He frowns.
“Why won’t you touch me?!” You ask, tone getting higher, and his brows furrow deeper.
He leans forward slightly, and then he raises his hand, tenderly running it across your cheek.
You huff at him harshly. Hands crossing against your chest. “You know that’s not what I meant!”
You’re starting to get more vocal about your annoyance. The alcohol helping you to spill everything that’s been frustrating you.
And when he doesn’t reply, you continue your outburst. “I meant sex! Why won’t you fuck me until I see the stars and into oblivion? Why are you holding out?!” You say, tones raising higher, drawing several attentions from other employees that you no longer care about. You just need some explanation from your husband.
Jimin seems partially surprised and amused by your outburst. He purses his lips a little and eyes around and everyone else hastily turns their gaze away from the two of you.
“Baby, you’re drunk.” He says calmly.
You glare at him. “I’m not.” You say and lean forward, hands coming up to grip his collar and pull him into a kiss. You kiss him hungrily, hands fisting his collar tighter as your mouth moves frantically over his. Your breath uneven in a matter of seconds. You force yourself to pull away when you remember you’re still at the bar. “See? I’m not drunk.”
You don’t really intend for the kiss to come off as intense as that in the short span of time. Perhaps a little, because you’re trying to tell him what you’ve been wanting from him for so long. But you think the kiss is innocent enough, or at least that’s what your alcohol induced mind tells you.
But Jimin’s eyes tell you otherwise. The way you kissed him had made him hard. And you’re quick to notice the dark glint in his eyes.
He narrows his eyes for a fleeting second. “Let’s go. I’m taking you home.” He pulls you and you giggle as you willingly comply.
He stops for a while to let people know that the two of you are leaving and most people bid him goodbye. You glance at him from the corner of your eyes. He looks down at you at the same time.
“You drive me crazy sometimes.” He mutters under his breath.
Your breath hitches, together with another hiccup. “I like driving you crazy.”
He stares at you and then lets out a huge breath, like he’s trying to stop himself from doing something reckless. Like, pushing you against the wall just outside the bar and kissing you senseless.
He opens the car door for you before he slides in at the back of the car beside you, pulling you flush against his chest during the whole car ride.
His embrace is so warm against the freezing weather outside and your eyes unconsciously flutter close as you let out a moan, leaning completely against Jimin.
The last thing you feel is his kiss on the top of your head and his hand that runs soothingly up and down your arm before you fall asleep during the car ride.
You’re awake only when you hear his voice beside your ear.
“Baby? Wake up, we’re home.” He says.
Your eyes flutter open and your vision slowly recurs. He wraps you in your coat swiftly and then he’s out of the car, hands holding out to you and you take them gratefully, feet a little wobbly.
As soon as he closes the door behind you, he lifts you like a bride, making you gasp. He laughs as he carries you across the house. He makes his way to the kitchen and finally settles you on a countertop. He lets go of you and turns to the sink to fill a glass with water before going back to you and hands you the drink.
Having napped on your way home, you’re in a more sober state now. So you wordlessly drink the glass of water Jimin hands you and it really sobers and wakes you up all the same time.
You bite down your lip as he looks at you, standing in front of you. “Jimin?”
“Hm?”
You could literally feel the flush of heat creeping into your cheeks before you even utter the words. His hand comes up to touch your upper thigh mindlessly, a soothing gesture rather than a sensual one.
You take a deep breath and stares into his eyes determinedly. “I want to do it with you.”
His breath catches but he’s quick to recompose himself. He swears he just finds you so adorable but then he decides to tease you. “Do what?”
You stare at him in mortification. Does he really wants you to say it aloud? You hesitate for a moment before giving in. “I.. I want to.. make love with you.” You say, cheeks turning fifty shades of red as you look down.
His lips turn to grin in an ear splitting grin. Then he just smiles fondly at you. “Y/N, you’re drunk. I don’t want our first time to be while you’re drunk.” He shakes his head.
You quickly straighten yourself. “I’m not. Really! I’m sober now.. please... Jimin?”
He continues to stare at you.
“I.. I just don’t understand.. I.. I mean.. we’ve been married for a year now.. and then I was talking to Mina and Chaerin just now.. and they say you could easily no longer be interested in your wife anymore a year and more into a marriage.. and we’re.. you.. I mean.. you won’t touch me and-” you’re just ranting by now.
He stares into your eyes all the while you’re ranting and finally decides to cut you off by pressing his lips firmly against yours. When he pull away, he lightly flicks your head and you pout in response.
“I don’t know what kind of things did Mina or Chaerin brainwashed your head with, but it’s not for the reason you’re thinking about.”
“Really?”
He nods. And then his face leans closer towards yours before your lips meet again in a gentle lip lock. For a moment, you think this is gonna be another episode of him kissing you after rejecting your request and then pulling away before things start to get heated.
But it’s not.
He deepens his kiss, lips tracing your mouth in a steady pace, not too rushed but not too slow either. And when his tongue starts demanding entrance, you gladly grant it.
It isn’t long until the soft, gentle kisses starts to escalate and grow heated. He kisses you passionately and you return it with the same intensity. His hand reach behind your neck as he holds it firmly to tilt your head slightly, guiding you towards the angle he desires.
You let out a slight moan when he lightly suckles on your bottom lip. Your hand cards his hair, bringing him even closer.
You slowly spread your legs as you pull him flush against your heated body, your skirt hitching up to accomodate him between your thighs. He groans when he feels your chest pressed against his, making a rush of arousal pour through you.
You could feel the slick gushing out of you, pooling at the bundle of nerves between your thigh where it’s so close to your husband’s erection.
He runs his tongue over your bottom lip and lightly bites it for one last time before he drawls.
Your breath uneven and Jimin’s breathing is labored too. He growls when he takes in your look, eyes briefly looking down at your figure as he notices your exposed chest.
“Come on.” He says as he pushes himself off of you. He then swiftly lifts you off the counter and you quickly wrap your legs around his firm waist. He stares at you as he carries you across the large house.
“Where are you taking me?”
His lips quirk but doesn’t answer, only a mischievous look on his face.
“To our bedroom?” You dare to ask.
He tries to stifle his smile. “Yes.”
Your heart races. “To bed?”
“Yes.”
“To.. sleep?”
He chuckles. “No baby. To fuck you until you see the stars and into oblivion.”
And your heart couldn’t beat any faster when he says that.
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A/N: Can't believe we're almost at the end of the journey now. I hope you guys stay till the end, even if you know what's coming >;D Also, the upcoming final chapter would be divided into two parts, because first part would contain explicit content hahaha so to make it easier for little kids, you can actually skip it directly to the second part :D
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Chapter 22
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The doctor lets you come home that Saturday. You notice your husband is home all the time and some days Taehyung or Hoseok or even Jungkook would drop by to send him some files. You tell him you’d be fine on your own but he just brushes you off. He doesn’t shut himself off in his study too, instead he does his work on the study table in the master bedroom near you.
It still feels weird that your husband has completely changed in the time span that you’re in the hospital. He really sticks to his word and tries a lot for you. He’s not being mean to you, he doesn’t snap at you all the time except perhaps when you’re trying to do houseworks because you’re starting to get bored now.
He tries to make it up by bringing in all sorts of art set, empty canvases or easels for you to paint, that the bedroom is starting to look like an art studio. But it’s all done under his immense scrutiny, in case you ‘use too much of your shoulder’ as he says.
You’re still a little afraid of him, not yet coming completely into terms with the mafia side of his, body instinctively jerking away when he’s doing something remotely triggering your sense of alarm. You feel guilty because he never says anything about it, like saying you’re overreacting. He simply understands the trauma he causes so he puts a lot of effort to make sure he doesn’t do more than what you can handle, doesn’t do things that make you jump or touch you in any ways more than necessary.
Sometimes he’d go out briefly to attend necessary business matters and comes home with bouquets of flowers, jewelleries or any sorts of gifts.
And then even though he’s bad at it, he tries to cook for you and little by little you try to embrace him wholly, just by seeing how much he tries to make up for his ‘dark side’. And you adore him for putting so much effort.
He also starts to bring you along when he has his regular sparring sessions while practicing self-defence and martial arts just so you could learn how to defend yourself- what with being the wife of a mafia leader and all. Although of course, you can’t do anything yet so you just sit through the whole two hour watching a bunch of half naked men throwing punches at each other.
As you sit through the sparring session between your husband and Taeseok one day, you can’t help but wonder if your husband has a hidden grudge against him from the way he throws his punches. Once they’re done, you approach Taeseok first without thinking, asking if he’s okay. He seems flustered at first and quickly mutters, “I’m fine, Mrs. Park,” before dismissing himself.
You follow your husband as he heads to the locker room to change.
“Do you really have to hit him that hard? It’s just a sparring session,” you say.
He suddenly stops in his tracks, making you almost bump into his back and then swiftly turns around, narrowing his eyes at you. “Mrs. Park. Are you seriously worrying about another man right now?”
Before you could process it, he pushes you against the locker but in a very careful way, holding your waist instead of your shoulders and a gasp escapes your lips. “Hmm.. how do I punish you for that?”
For a moment, you think he’s going to kiss your lips but then he dips down to your neck and lightly bit it, and your heartbeat rate went from 60 to 150 per minute real quick. You glare at him when he pulls back only to see him smirking at you before he turns on his heel towards the shower.
For the first time ever, you curse your husband.
“I’m gonna have to return to the office soon.” Jimin says while you both are having dinner at home.
You nod. You know it’s inevitable and he would have to return to the company soon. It’s just a matter of time.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay at home?” He asks and you roll your eyes.
“I have three helpers and six bodyguards now, what exactly can happen to me?” You shake your head with a smile. Since your return home, he’d increased the amount of staffs and bodyguards assigned to you.
He reaches for your hand and smiles apologetically. “It’s for your own safety.”
You nod at him. “I know.”
It’s silent after that until he puts down his cutleries. “I’ve been thinking.. perhaps it’s time for me to step down from being the mafia leader.. BTS.”
You swallow but doesn’t say anything.
“I just thought that.. if I want to have a proper marriage with you and start a real family.. well, it won’t help if the father’s constantly targeted by enemies.”
You take a deep breath. “I.. it’s up to you. I... I don’t really... know..”
He gives you a quick smile. “Of course I can’t just put my feet down and wash my hand completely but.. I’ll try to pull back and not step in unless it’s really needed.”
“What does.. you know, BTS do anyways?”
He smiles wickedly. “You wanna know?”
You suddenly think it’s a very bad idea. “I.. I don’t know.. Do you.. do you just- you know.. take people out for fun? Or..”
He chuckles. “No.. no we don’t do that. If it assures you, we don’t kill innocent people. We.. offer like a service, like a hired mercenary to take out people or do some work for the government when they don’t want their hands dirty but they’re all evil people. Those that we.. take out. And doing those kind of things inevitably give you enemies.. but we try not to engage in gang fights unless they start it first.”
You feel a shiver run down your spine. “O... kay..”
His lips quirk up at you. “And that’s it. The rest of the details.. let’s just say they’re unnecessary for you to know.” He stand up then and leans in to peck your forehead quickly. “I’ll be in the study.” He says. You stay in your seat for a moment longer, processing the details of your conversation with your husband. You appreciate that he’s being honest with you a lot more now and doesn’t keep things from you but you can’t help the goosebumps that start to form on your arms whenever he tells you things about the dark side.
It’s been about a week since Jimin has started working at the office again. You fork at your food, no longer having the appetite to finish it. Because you’re too nervous to say something to your husband. You keep glancing at him as he eats that one night, trying to gauge his mood and gathering your courage all at the same time.
Finally, you take a deep breath. “Can I go out with Jungkook tomorrow?”
He doesn’t answer immediately.
You want to go out with Jungkook. You and him had talked a lot about arts before. And this afternoon, he texted you about an art school he found that you’ve been searching for.
“What for?” He asks.
“What do you mean what for?”
He narrows his eyes. “Why do you want to go out with him?”
“I.. have something to.. buy?” You cock your head to one side.
“Isn’t Taeseok enough? You can take him or even Daniel with you. Are you even well enough to go out?”
“It’s been a month since I’ve been discharged..” you pout. “Please..?”
“I’ll come with you then.”
“No! I know you have an important meeting tomorrow. Besides, I’ll be fine with Jungkook.”
There’s a reason why you want Jungkook to come with you. And also because you want to buy your husband a gift. But you can’t tell him that.
He glares. “It’s dangerous to go out with a gang member. Jungkook’s a kid. I don’t trust him with you.”
You struggle not to roll your eyes. “Jimin, I’m literally the same age with him.”
“That makes two kids then.”
You sigh in exasperation. “Jimin please..”
He clenches his jaw. “Fine. If anything happens, I’m not gonna be there.” And with that, he storms out of the kitchen.
You feel like crying. You’ve been getting along so good with him lately and now you’ve ruined it. You have no idea why he’s being so irrelevant. If anything, Jungkook’s probably the best at hand combat, or second best to Jimim at least, you can’t compare due to their different combat style. But nevertheless, he’s highly skilled despite his young age.
You sigh.
“Hey Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “He’ll come around.”
You smile sadly.
“He’ll realize he’s being stupid so no worries okay?”
You smile at his words then nod. Alright, it’ll be very rude to Jungkook if you keep being out of it when you’re here with him.
“We’re here.” He says as the car pulls into the parking lot. You look out the window. It’s an art school for the special kids. You can’t believe he really found the place for it. You have to thank him or the BTS connections.
When you and Jungkook enters, you are both greeted by one of the school teacher. She brings you both for a tour around the place and you’ve never felt so fascinated with everything.
The reason why you’re searching for this kind of school is because you want to donate to the school. You received a huge sum of insurance money after being hospitalized which you’ve no idea when and how your husband registered for it.
You briefly mentioned about searching for the school to Jungkook because for some reason you feel like he can find anything. And he did.
You thought perhaps Jungkook may feel bored coming out with you. But he seems even more enthusiastic than you. You know he’s very much talented in arts because Jimin has one of his painting back at home and it’s super gorgeous. But you don’t know that he knows this much about arts. He also explains how the school operates from business perspective that leaves you in awe. He really is a businessman that does his research. You smile when you see him play with kids, he’s super kind with them. He bought art sets for a lot of the students which unfortunately was not enough for everyone so he promised he’ll send more for the rest of the kids. Jungkook’s a really nice kid, you think. You smile sheepishly thinking you didn’t bring anything for them.
When the tour with the art school is done, you drag Jungkook to do some shopping with you. For some reason, you feel like buying your husband a gift. Simply because he had been such a huge support ever since you were hospitalized. It’s the only way you could think of to repay him for all the amount of things he had made easier for you and the understanding he shows without having you to say a word.
It’s almost dark when you finally reach home that night. As soon as you step out of the car, you feel slightly disoriented and would’ve doubled over the ground if it wasn’t because of Taeseok, your bodyguard who was trailing from behind immediately holding you.
“Are you alright, Mrs. Park?”
You nod. “Just a little lightheaded.” You quickly dismiss it and enter the house.
Once you’ve finished showering, you set out to search for Jimin. He wasn’t in the bedroom. You head to his study. Still empty. You frown, wondering where he is. You set back downstairs and once again you almost lost balance completely, the stairs’ image doubling for a split second.
What’s with the sudden headache? You almost want to ask your head.
Head still spinning, you head towards the lounge room and from outside the room, you hear the muffled sound from the TV. When you enter, you see your husband in his pyjama pants and casual T-shirt. He’s watching TV, which is very rare, you think.
He briefly glances at you as you make your way towards him but makes no effort to say anything.
“Jimin..? Are you still mad at me?”
He doesn’t look up. You stand awkwardly beside him.
“I’m back in one piece.” You try to joke.
He glares at this. Oops, not funny it seems.
You hesitantly sit next to him. “Can I borrow your hand?” When he won’t look at you, you take his hand in yours. And suddenly his head snaps towards you when you’re about to reach for the gift behind you. You gasp when he clasped his fingers tighter. Then his other hand touches your forehead.
“Why are you so hot?” He asks.
“Am I?” You giggle. The question sounds a little funny.
He rolls his eyes then proceeds to touch your neck. “You’re having a fever.”
“Am I?”
He narrows his eyes at you, clearly not finding the situation funny. “I let you out with the kid for a day and you come home sick.”
“It’s not his fault..”
He narrows his eyes at you and you shut your mouth immediately. “Stay here. I’ll fetch the thermometer.” You reach for his hand immediately.
“Please sit down. I have something to give you.”
He frowns but does as he’s told.
Smiling, you reach for the gift. “I bought something for you today..” He stares as you open it and gently place it on his wrist. “It’s not that expensive like your other watches.. but um.. It’s a watch and a bracelet. With our name...”
He stares at the gift. Then he looks at you softly. “Thank you. I love it.” He leans forward very, very slowly and even though you can anticipate it, your heart is not ready. He plants a kiss on your forehead and you feel your own heart rate picking up. You think you’ll faint at any second. Your rapid heartbeat and a buzzing head, not a good combination.
“Are you still mad at me?” Your eyes almost flutter close.
He rolls his eyes. “I’m not mad, idiot. I’m just worried.” He puts a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s very easy for you to be targeted if you’re out with the members.. I don’t want to put you through any of that ever again because of me..”
You shut your eyes. Because your husband’s soft voice is really like a lullaby. Also because you can’t hold it anymore. You fell into into his arms and he catches you easily.
He gently carries you in his arms to the bedroom. His heart full of adoration for you.
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I’m bad at writing fluffs but I hope this is super sweet and smooth like butter to make you guys smile 🤣 also, thanks for the warm words in previous chapters 🥺 you guys are amazing!!!!!
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Chapter 24
TW: SMUT (If you guys are not of age yet or not here for the mature scene, feel free to skip it! You won't miss vital part of the plot :D Also, I’m really sorry I’m not the best at writing the most detailed TW because I didn’t study the art of smut wordings ksksks so please read at your own caution ⚠️)
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As soon as you say that, you watch as Jimin’s eyes turn dark and he immediately picks you up by the waist and carries you to the bedroom. You don’t stop kissing him until he puts you down on the bed gently.
You don’t give him a chance to say anything but instead pulls on his shoulder so he hovers above you. You kiss him again. “Jimin.. take me please-” you sound so desperate now but you no longer care. All you know is you want him right then and there.
He responds to your kiss but doesn’t deepen them.
You’re starting to panic a little. So your hand moves to the shoulder straps of your silk nightgown and swiftly pull each side down your shoulder, exposing half of your breast since you don’t bother wearing a bra at night. You’re about to pull the whole dress down when Jimin’s hand grips yours instantly, stopping you.
You frown when he pulls back from the kiss.
“As much as I want to have sex with you..” he bops your nose, “no. You’re not well enough.”
You pout. “I can.. do this..”
But when he doesn’t seem to respond, you start to grind against him, your clothed core perfectly against his erection.
Jimin clenches his jaw. “Damn it, if you keep doing that baby, then I really won’t have an ounce of control left.”
“Then don’t..”
He clenches his jaw so hard you could see the muscle flexing in his cheek. His eyes flutter close for a few second, his expression as if in pain but the next moment he opens his eyes, its dark and half-lidded with lust.
“Fuck.” Is all he says before he dips down to kiss you again intensely and passionately. His tongue asking for entrance immediately and when you grant it gladly, he doesn’t waste any time exploring your mouth.
His hand moves from your cheek, to your jaw before finally, finally reaching your breast. His fingers merely graze them but you already feel yourself trembling from the mere touch. He breaks the kiss to look down at your breast and you feel your cheeks flushing crimson.
“You’re so beautiful.” He says before leaning back in to trail open mouth kisses on your neck and your shoulder, sending a rush of arousal to your core.
He lips continue to trail kisses along your body, his touch spreading like a trail of blazing fire. He laves at the crevice where your neck meets your shoulder before moving downwards atop your exposed breast, making you shudder in response.
He pulls back from kissing every inch of your skin, his hands moving to further pull down your satin nightgown till it pools on your stomach, completely exposing your breasts.
He stares at your breast in full glory and you find yourself blushing. “God damn it, how lucky am I..” he mutters before diving in to take your breast in his mouth.
Your body arches from the sensation as his tongue swirls on your puckered nipple and then lightly bites on it before continuing to attack it, licking and suckling it like a man starved. His free hand comes up to cup your other breast, his fingers groping it roughly making a moan escape your lips while his own breath grows even shorter.
He take turns to give attention to each side of your breast, tongue laving lusciously on each of them, slowly working on your nipples, making you more and more desperate while his hand starts to roam even further downwards, making your heart race in anticipation.
His fingers reach the hem of your nightgown and then hikes them up, exposing your black lace underwear.
He pulls back slightly, his lips swollen and wet from his continous attack on your swelling breasts. He licks his bottom lip, his eyes dark with lust.
“What do you want baby?” He asks, voice low.
You bite your bottom lip and looks anywhere but him. “I.. I want you..”
“Where? Say it.”
“Down there..” you whisper bashfully.
He smirks, satisfied with your answer. You let out a whimper when his fingers graze your clothed core and you internally curse him for teasing you.
“God, you’re already dripping wet..” he says as his fingers run up and down your core, not quite yet slipping in. You honestly don’t know how you’d be when he’s inside you, when you’re already a hot mess just by him grazing your heated core through your lace panties.
Then his hands slip on the waistband of your underwear and slides them down your legs, leaving you completely bare to him, save for your nightgown pooling on your stomach. You squeak when the air hits your exposed area.
He curses when he finally sees your dripping core, soaked with arousal. You couldn’t think straight anymore. Your whole body is tingling with sensation, especially your pulsing core, all of your sense yearning for his touch.
It feels like a full eternity and pure torture before Jimin leans down and settles himself between your thigh.
Nothing prepares you for the next moment as he dives in and his tongue darts across your slit. He slowly starts licking at your entrance and your whole body shudders. You bite your lip, hard, trying to control your moans.
Jimin pulls back then, a mixture of saliva and your juice glistening on his lips. “Don’t shut your mouth baby. Let me hear you.”
He doesn’t wait for you to respond before diving back down between your thighs and this time, he laps at your pussy starvingly and you could just explode by the mere sight of your husband going down on you, eating you out and looking so sinful.
Your body jerks when he pushes his tongue deep into your pussy, swirling it as he eagerly explores inside it.
“Oh God, oh God Jimin-” you pant in all breathlessness, head lolling back from the overwhelming pleasure.
He continues to work his tongue against you while his hands come up to cup your breast once more, fondling and groping them roughly, making your whole body tremble.
“You taste so fucking good-”he groans, his hot breath right against your throbbing pussy. He looks so beautiful as sweat beads on his forehead, his hair a mess.
And then he comes up and captures your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue making its way in easily and filling your mouth with your own taste.
Your moans are muffled against his mouth when Jimin suddenly inserts a finger into your core. Your body jolts at the sudden intrusion.
“You’re so tight-” he groans when he breaks the kiss.
“Oh God Jimin-” your head tips back as Jimin starts to thrust his finger in and out of you in a tandem. It isn’t long until he adds in another finger and you whimper as pleasure spreads through your body.
“You like this baby?” He asks, voice low and raspy with lust while his fingers plunges in even deeper, hitting you straight to the hilt.
“Yes, yes, Jimin-” you chant his name and your hands grip his shoulder tightly, fingernails scraping his skin.
His other hand comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your head towards him and he kisses you again, intense and roughly in tandem with his sinful fingers delving in and out of your pussy. You could feel your core tightening in your stomach.
The filthy and lewd squelching sound of his fingers thrusting into you only pushing you even more as Jimin works you to your orgasm.
“Jimin- Jimin I’m gonna-” you bite your bottom lip. “Oh God oh God-” is all you manage to say before the string snaps, your mouth screaming his name as orgasm rips through your body, your fingers gripping Jimin’s shoulders tightly while your whole body shudders from the immense pleasure.
Jimin just watches as your face contorts through your orgasm before his eyes flutter close, trying his best to ignore his painful erection.
It takes a whole minute before your heavy breathing starts to calm. When Jimin opens his eyes, he almost curses under his breath seeing your flushed form, completely wasted from your intense orgasm.
Your eyes find him and you pull him into a kiss. “I love you.. god I love you so much..”
He smiles against the kiss but instantly becomes alarmed when your hand reaches his chest and starts to unbutton his shirt again one by one, continuing where you left off. He swallows when your hands move even further downwards and hisses when it comes into contact with his hard erection.
It takes everything in him and every ounce of control he has to reach down and grips your wrist to pull it away.
“J-Jimin-” you whine immediately.
He pulls away from the kiss, eyes staring down at you, lust clearly shown on it but his serious expression makes your brows furrow.
“No. Next time maybe. You’re not well enough yet and you’re too exhausted now.” He says calmly and you want to protest but his hands already reaches your nightgown to pull it back up and you could do nothing as he slides them back in through your hands.
You pout when he arranges the pillow behind you and pushes your shoulder gently to make you lie back down. “I can.. take it..” you pout and Jimin almost curses from seeing how adorable you are.
“Baby.. when I told you I’m a dangerous man.. I mean it. I don’t just make love, kitten.. I fuck.. really hard. You won’t be able to handle it, not in your current state.” He says so nonchalantly as he tugs the blanket to cover your body but you feel your stomach dropping at his words.
You swallow thickly. It is weird that you’re getting turned on again from his words?
He must’ve seen the look on your face when he says, “Don’t even think about it,” making you pout.
He buttons his shirt before leaning back in to kiss your forehead gently, one of his hand then coming up to pat your hair softly. “Sleep well, my wife.”
He moves to raise himself and you panic instantly and quickly reaches out to catch his hand.
“Where are you going?”
“The.. couch?”
You shake your head. “No.. sleep with me.. please.”
He smiles fondly at you. “No, I don’t want to hurt you unintentionally.”
Your grip him tighter. “No, please, you won’t. And I.. sleep better with you around..” you say quietly.
He stares at you for a moment as if contemplating but then sighs defeatedly and you internally screams a yes when your puppy eyes worked its magic.
He slides back down and underneath the blanket with you and you quickly lift your head to rest it on his firm chest. His steady heartbeat like a lullaby to you. Your eyes flutter close immediately.
If you had to be honest, you really are exhausted and completely spent out even though you’re only on the receiving end. Your whole body sore as if you just ran a full marathon. You couldn’t even bring yourself to think about your husband’s erection underneath you when half your brain is already shut down. You really have to thank him for knowing better.
“I love you too.” He says quietly before dipping his head down to softly plant a kiss on the crown of your head. You drift to sleep almost instantly.
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Cant believe I wrote that 😳😳😳 sorry if its like a teaser because there’s no actual stuff ongoing jahsshshsshs but people, progress is important so 😎
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Chapter 12
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The air is tense that morning. Your brows furrow, thinking that you have to share the ride with Jimin now that everyone knows he’s your husband. Nearing the car, you notice there’s unfamiliar face among Jimin’s security. He usually has two with him, one is his bodyguard and the other being his bodyguard as well as his driver. You never really get the chance to know them apart from their name, considering you’ve never shared the ride with your husband.
He doesn’t say anything through the ride, his eyes glued to his tab, no doubt reading the morning news. You stare outside through the window, lost in your own thoughts.
Once you reach the company, you stand behind your husband but Jimin looks back and grabs your hand in his, startling you. It takes you a moment to process everything but not long for you to realise it’s just for show yet you can’t help having fluttered heart, walking hand in hand in public with your husband for the first time.
Reaching your desk, Irene simply watches the two of you as he speaks several things to Mina who’s at the desk as well, but haven’t yet let go of your hand.
He turns to you then and you stiffen immediately. “See you at lunch.” He says, way too soft and you feel like punching him for how he’s making you feel. His thumb and index finger cups your jaw briefly and gently before he leaves for his room.
It’s just a show, you tell yourself.
Another cons of all this travesty, is that Irene is handing you a lot of things that require you to personally see Jimin. She seems keen to let you handle him entirely.
“What do you think about this?” Jimin’s voice echoes in the whole room.
Huh? You look at him, puzzled. Is he really asking for your opinion? “I- I don’t really know all about- umm, maybe you should ask-“
“If I need a professional’s advice I would’ve asked Jinyoung. Besides, you sat through the meeting with me as well. I need your opinion.” Jimin says firmly.
You look at him hesitantly. You honestly have no idea about business world. But since this relates slightly about art, which you might know an inkling about, you answer him. “I think it’s good if you accept Wangji Co to handle the cover. They’ve been in the industry for long yet they always have fresh ideas. Apart from that, you can ensure you have a good term with Taiwan since you have their company involved.”
He remains silent for a moment, staring at you so deeply you silently pray you’re not flushing. Then he nods. “We will be meeting one of the arts director in charge. You will accompany me.” He glances at the watch. “I’ll be done in 10 minutes.”
He simply says and you take it as a sign you’re dismissed.
You take one last look in the mirror. This is your first time going out in public with your husband. Although it is work related, you’re still nerved out. You’ve never accompanied him to any event. Irene apparently never does too. Sure enough. When you google your husband, he never seems to have pictures taken with other women.
When you head downstairs, you feel your heart skips a beat when you see your husband, dressed smartly in impeccable black suit. His ash grey hair had been styled and he looks so good looking you almost want to cry.
Jimin on the other hand though, has his brows furrowed and lips pursed when he takes in your appearance.
“What on earth are you wearing?” He asks once you’re close enough.
You gulp. You’ve searched through every dress in the huge closet in the limited time Jimin gave you and this was the most modest dress you could find. You’re wearing a long dress that has a huge slit in front from your thigh to bottom. Luckily, the slit is not high enough to reveal scars you have on your upper thigh. To make it worse, the dress has such huge cleavage opening space, you’ve tried bringing your long hair to front in an attempt to cover your cleavage as much as you can. “I- I’m only wearing what’s in the closet.”
He tongues his cheek and you swear he looks so hot. “I’ll speak with Mrs. Lee about your wardrobe,” is all he says before you’re ushered into his car.
Even by looking at his side profile, Jimin looks so stunning you can’t help but stare in awe.
“Take a picture, I think that’ll last longer.” He snaps and you look away immediately. How does he even know without even looking at you, you shake your head.
It’s a launching event as well as exhibition by the director Jimin’s supposed to meet, Mr. Choi.
He speaks with several people and you just obediently follow after him, taking notes of who they are. A while later, you feel the urge to pee but you decided to wait until the main launching event is done before excusing yourself to the washroom.
As soon as you’re done, your eyes seek your husband immediately between the rows of art and crowds of people. As you make your way through the hallway, you find yourself drawn to an art hung on the wall, illuminated with a warm light above it, further enunciating its creativity.
It’s a woman, alone and she’s sitting down hugging her knees.
Something tugs your heart and the more you stare at the painting, the more you feel your eyes are watery.
“It’s called the Isle of Sorrow.” A voice beside you says, making you jump. You turn to see Jimin, his eyes towards the painting in front the both of you.
“They say she lost her will to love again that’s why she’s wallowing in sorrow.”
“It could also be she’s unable to love the person she desires.” You hesitate but continue to say when Jimin remains silent. “The painter.. I think he’s potraying contradiction. She’s in sadness and the background should’ve highlighted that as well, maybe monochrome settings? Yet the brushes are bold and the colors the painter chose are strong. Her love.. is strong. But she can’t give it to the other person. Perhaps because she loves someone who she shouldn’t, like an irony the life is.” You finish. Seconds later, your eyes widen and you bit your lip. What on earth did you just say?
A heavy silence sets between the two of you in the midst of casual conversations and regular laughter heard in the hall.
“Didn’t know you’re into art.” He says after several moments.
You only smile sadly. You don’t know a lot of things about me.
“I think art’s fascinating. I like when I can have control on it. What it can become. How it turns out. I don’t have a lot of it, growing up.” You say softly.
Jimin looks at you. “A lot of what?”
Your eyes find him too and you both lock gazes briefly. “Chance to change things.”
He holds your gaze steady before you look down first. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to hold his gaze for a long time, it’s hard enough to breathe as it is with him around.
“Me too.” He says quietly and you slowly look at him again. You notice his eyes has sorrow in it too, like the ones reflected in the painting before you. “I’ve always had to live the path set for me. Kinda funny, cause I’ve never been close to my parents but they expect me to receive everything blindly. There’s always pressure on my shoulder and I can never let myself fail,” he laughs as if mocking himself. “The moment I show my weakness, everyone flocks around me to take what I have. And anyone close to me can easily turn away from me.”
You stare at him as his expression hardens. You have to say something to comfort him. “Jimin.. I.. I would never.. do that.. to you.”
He looks at you then. Eyes pierced into yours. “You will. Once you know the reason behind this marriage. You’ll hate me too.”
You don’t know what to say to that but the coldness behind his words make shivers run down your spine making you shudder.
Jimin draws his breath before he shrugs his coat out of him. He then pulls you towards him, making you gasp. “It’s okay, you don’t have to-“ you start when he put his coat around your bare shoulder.
“Just stay still.” He says.
His hands are in front of you, fixing his coat snd dangerously close to your breast. You look up and there’s no mistaking his eyes that roam over your curves so you awkwardly struggle to look anywhere else.
He’s your own husband for god’s sake.. why do you have to feel so shy?
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A/N: So I actually ended up posting this chapter as scheduled 😂 there’s a sudden surge of things to be done this weekend and it was pretty hectic 🥺 I’m sorry guys I’m a mere human I hope you guys aren’t mad 🥺
Oh and i’m not really the most knowledgeable about art, but art is subjective and it all depends on how one intepret so yeah 😂
anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter I thought it ended in a pretty cute way hehehehe
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Mr. President
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Chapter 1
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TW: Suicidal thoughts, violence
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You stare down at the letter in your hand as you sank on your knee. Tears rolling as the news that you’ve been dreading finally arrived. The floor feels even colder than yesterday.
You stare helplessly as several guys in uniform enter your house, moving the furniture away one by one.
You’ve lost it. You’ve lost your shelter, your home, the one you’ve been trying and fighting so hard to protect.
You can’t really blame them though, in fact you can’t really blame anyone. The warning letters had found its way to your footstep for months now and you knew it was only a matter of time before they come and seize everything.
Your father had been sick for a long time, leaving a pile of medical bills to be settled and your good-for-nothing brother.. who’d known nothing but sees you as a tool for him to get money.. You had been in a financial distress for years, but ever since the start of this year, things took turn for the worse when your abusive brother had fallen into the pit of drugs and gambling.
It was tough going to work when he’d come bothering and pestering you for money. Even tougher when your employers eventually fired you for that.
It didn’t take them long for them to take everything out since you’ve sold most of everything over the years and till you’re ushered out of the house, leaving you out in the streets, cold and alone in the freezing autumn night.
You don’t know how long you sat on the cold bench, crying it all out, visions never clearing, body trembling as the waves of sadness and all sense of hopelessness wash through you.
For a moment, you consider ending everything. Drowned in the river, stabbed from a fine edged knife, beaten by thugs, the options are endless. It’s simply a matter of choice for you. You really did consider it.
But some things held you back. You didn’t want to end up like your mother. Your mother who you looked up to so much.. yet ended up taking her own life when the going gets tough. You swore to yourself to not end up that way too, that you will keep fighting for your life.
And that’s how you picked yourself up, gathering steps towards where the address on your phone gave you.
You find yourself standing in front of a staggering high skyscraper building with glasses covering every expanse. A glance at your phone tells you that it’s almost four in the evening and you know you have little to no chance to meeting him but you have no choice.
Half an hour ago, you sat staring at the banner hung on the fence of your house right after you were kicked out until you noticed the name Park Corporations. And that’s when you decided to seek out for the president or whoever that’s sitting behind the leather chair in that building that will decide your future.
You draw a breath, fix whatever little makeup you have, square your shoulder and takes what seemed like a long and gigantic steps towards the entrance.
Trying your best to hide your palpitation, you head over to the reception and a gorgeous young lady in blonde greets you with the sweetest smile.
“How can I help you, Miss..?”
You clear your throat and introduce yourself. “I need to see the president.”
To her credit, she doesn’t seem taken off by your request. Calmly, she replies, “Do you have an appointment?”
You shake your head and immediately sense this is going to be a failure. You reach forward to clasp her hand in yours in a desperate attempt and meekly tell her, “Please. I need to see him.”
The gesture throws her off slightly but she recovers quickly. “I’m sorry, Miss. I would love to help you but Mr. Park’s currently not in and you would need to schedule an appointment to meet him and if you do it now..” she glances down at some list on her desk, “I may be able to slot you for a five minute session in two weeks. Is that okay?”
You could almost physically hear your lung dropping to the floor. Two weeks wait.. to basically catch a glimpse of him? “I- I don’t have time-“
You stare at her in panic as well as desperateness but she isn’t looking at you.
“Mr. Park.” She bows her head slightly and your head turns almost instantly.
Unconsciously, you take your step forward towards him. He’s walking fast and surrounded by two tall guys in all black that you’re assuming his bodyguards.
“Mr. Park!” You call, unable to hear the receptionist behind you calling your name, presumably to stop you from pursuing her boss which could get her in trouble. “Mr. Park!” You call again and he stops in his tracks.
He turns. And your heart isn’t ready for it.
Before you, a beautiful guy stands with an aura so immaculate and inexplicable around him. He’s tall, his skin’s too fair to be true, his hair perfectly styled in ash grey like a Kpop star, his facial features sharp yet delicate at the same time and would’ve been perfect if it wasn’t for the frown marring his beautiful face. He is attractive. Very much so.
And he’s young.
Which isn’t what you expected. Though then again, what did you expect?
“Do you have something to say?” a voice brings you back to reality in which you realize is his. He huffs in annoyance and you realise he’s going to turn his back again on you so you reach forward and pull his hands.
Things happen so fast then you don’t even realise it’s happening until it did. Two sets of firm hands grip both sides of your hands instantly that you are pulled back slightly.
Realizing that you must’ve set a sense of alarm for his bodyguards, you don’t fight back.
“Please- I need help-“
The beautiful guy only stares at you but it’s almost as if he could see through you.
He scoffs then turns his back and begins walking though his bodyguards still holding you down. “Get rid of her,” is all he say.
Panicked, you begin shouting. “Please! I lost my house today and I just need some time to pay- I- I-“ you no longer know what to say as he walks away, not sparing any glance back anymore.
“Please- please-“ you beg as the strong guys pull you out of the building. You know that you’re starting to attract attentions from passersby but this is no time to be embarassed. “Please just let me speak to him for five minutes! No, two minutes is fine! Just- please- I need to talk to him- I don’t have anywhere to go-“
“Sorry, miss but we really can’t let you see him without an appointment.” One of the two says and with that, they left you out at the entrance, and you’re back at square one.
“Tell him I’ll be waiting out here till he comes out!” You shout though you know they’re no longer listening.
You find yourself standing at the pavement outside the building for hours as your body shiver from the cold. Office hours are long finished and you just stand there watching people swarming out of the building, thinking what it would be like to live a normal life you’ve never had a chance to taste, and perhaps never will.
The night has gotten even darker and colder yet there’s still no sign of Mr. Park coming out. You’ve been standing there for hours. You couldn’t have missed him.. could you?
“Sir.” A knock on the door forces him to look up from the documents splayed on his desk.
The guy outside doesn’t wait to be commanded in. He crosses the room and places an iPad on the desk for his boss to see. “She’s still out there.”
Mr. Park stares at the device in front of him and could make out the girl he encountered this evening, standing on the pavement right outside his building, running her hands up and down her arms in an attempt to bring some warmth.
“What does she want?” He asks his bodyguard. The latter leans forward slightly to slide the screen of the iPad for informations’ prepared.
“She’s one of the tenant from one of our housing area. It seems that she has a backlog of rental payments for almost a year now and the agent must have seized the property back.”
His brows furrow even deeply. “Why’s she coming straight towards me?”
The bodyguard’s lips quirk very slightly, almost as if trying to supress an inside joke. “Perhaps you’re the only famous figure she can find. And quickest to get the result.”
The boss’s fingers massages his own temple. He already had so much on his hands.. “Just let her be. She won’t be able to stand much longer. You can leave work now too.”
The bodyguard’s mouth opens to say something but decides against it immediately. “Yes, sir.” And with that, he leaves the boss’s room.
Mr. Park immerses himself in his work for several more hours until he decides his tired eyes couldn’t take it anymore. He closes his eyes briefly to relax but somehow unable to do so. His thought flying towards the girl he encountered this evening.
With a sigh, he stands and decidedly wanted to call it a day but then his eyes land on the image of the iPad brought by his bodyguard few hours ago. And shit- there‘s no mistaking. The girl’s still there, he thinks, outside his office though now you are crouching, hands hugging your knees.
He stands and goes towards his window where he could see the entrance to the building down below. This confirms the fact that you’re still there when he sees the small figure of you.
For a moment, he just stands there watching you, not understanding your reckless action that would eventually brings naught to yourself.
He doesn’t negotiate. Rule is if his customer can’t afford to pay, it’s simply a matter of choosing another person who can afford. He’s a businessman. He can’t afford to consider every situation people may have.
And then he sees it. He sees someone approaching you from a good distance but you’re too distracted to notice it.
He knows perfectly well what’s going to happen. He could turn a blind eye on what’s going to unfold right now.
The guy stalks closer and closer towards you. You don’t notice until the very last minute, until the attacker yanks your hair away and effortlessly slams you to the ground, your head dashing straight on the rough pavement. A slap finds your cheek. And another. And another as you struggle to cover your face with your arms.
He decides he couldn’t take it anymore then. Snatching the iPad in his hands, he runs outside, not surprised to find it empty as it is well past 10PM. He wastes no time punching the ground button in the elevator and he only watches the screen of the iPad as the elevator descends.
You are putting up a fight as the attacker tries to pull you away by the hair.
You shout and scream in pain until you feel your throat getting hoarse. Pain rips through your skull as his hand swings out to punch your cheeks.
“Brother... stop it...” you said, body getting weaker. “Jay please... please..” you feel a gush of liquid runs down the side of your face and the smell of copper filling through your nose.
“You ungrateful bitch! How dare you let the house get seized?! You fucker!!”
You couldn’t say anything. Your left eye vision’s going out by each second and you know it is getting swollen from your brother’s merciless punch.
“You bitch! You sold the house didn’t you?! You want the money all to yourself huh?!” Jay’s rage is relentless. You wonder if he took drugs again today or did he just lose a huge sum of money from gambling.
But you couldn’t dwell on it. Not when you know you are going to die at any second. Perhaps it is the best after all. Perhaps this is the way it was written for you to die..
You smile. Of all the choices you could’ve had.. you had to die from the hands of your own brother.. and in a painful way.
You wait.. and wait.. for you to no longer feel the pain once you’re dead.
But it didn’t come. Instead, you feel your weak body being torn away from the harsh grip of your brother that was choking you few seconds ago. This new grip is harsh too, but it’s firm and there’s a weird sense of safety in it.
You force yourself to pry your eyes open. The last thing you’d expect is to see the beautiful features of the beautiful man you saw.. Mr. Park.
Is this how you’re going to die instead? In the arms of a gorgeous man.. doesn’t seem so bad...
As if on cue, his eyes go down to look at you fiercely. “Pull yourself together. Don’t faint.”
From ther corner of your eye, you see your brother spitting on the road. “What are you, some knight in shining armour?” He says sarcastically.
“Perhaps I am.” Mr. Park replies calmly though his jaw is tight.
Jay scoffs. “Now, mister pretty boy.. if you don’t want a scar on that pretty face.. why don’t you hand over the girl and let me finish whatever I have to do with her.”
Mr. Park doesn’t move an inch. He only stares at your brother as if daring him to make the move.
And that’s what Jay did. He steps forward, arm out to throw a punch but your savior is quicker to avoid him, pulling you even flusher against him. If it is under any normal circumstances, you probably would’ve flushed red, but currently you are just struggling to remain conscious.
“Can you stand..?” He asks you softly.
You couldn’t. But you nod neverthelessly and he releases you just in time for him to avoid another punch aimed at his ribs by your brother.
“This bitch is just a slut! The fuck you’re doing for a slut?!” Jay shouts and you flinches.
It all happens too fast then. Mr. Park’s right fist lands on Jay’s ribs in calculated moves while his other hand on his cheek with ultimate precision like he’s trained for it and Jay stumbles instantly.
Blood rushes out of his split lips, his eyes swollen and bruised. Another punch landed on his nose and Jay’s scream pierces through the night as his body lands flat on the pavement.
“What the fuck-“ he desperately hold on to his nose which you assume is broken from the strength of Mr. Park’s fist. “Who- who are you?” He asks in disbelief, breathing heavy as he gasps for air through his broken nose.
Mr. Park takes a step forward towards him. And then he put his foot on top of his chest, kicking him down and you gasp.
“Do you want me to kill him?” He asks, not looking at you. It takes you a few seconds to realize the question is for you. You look at Mr. Park. For a brief moment, he is almost smiling as your brother wails helplessly beneath him, begging for life. As if he enjoys the thought of killing him. It somehow makes you sick in the stomach.
“No.” You said softly. “No please don’t kill him.”
Now he looks at you incredulously. “You sure?”
Fresh tears roll down your cheeks. You feel your eyes almost rolling to the back and suddenly your vision feels like it’s fading out. You’re vaguely aware of him trying to call you as you feel the nausea swallowing you whole and then you black out.
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Chapter 15
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It’s awkward with him. Very awkward ever since the little drama in the kitchen and that is two days ago. You sigh, because you know you can’t just let the atmosphere tense and leave it as it is. It’s your fault anyway for bringing Clara Kim into the conversation. You know you have no right to pry into his personal matters. You’re only his wife on papers.
You caring for him doesn’t give you the right as well, it’s all on your part so you just smile bitterly, thinking that you’ve brought this upon yourself.
But he’s still your husband. And you still have another half a year to go with him. So you ought to do anything to fix, whatever relationship you have with him.
That’s how you find yourself pushing the cart in a supermarket. Jimin’s birthday is in another two days and you’ve planned everything out for his birthday. You smile a little, reminding yourself to thank Irene for her ideas.
“You okay?” Irene asked back when you were still working at the company.
“Huh? What? U-um.. yeah.”
“You sure?”
You sighed. “Actually, no. It’s um.. my boyfriend. He- his birthday’s coming and I completely forgot about it.”
She smiled kindly. “That’s understandable.” She laughed. “So you’re worried what to get him.”
You sighed in resign.
“You know.. they say the simplest way to earn a guy’s heart is through their stomach. At least that’s what my mom said. And she’s still happily married with my dad. With us three annoying kids.” She laughed.
Now that hit hard. You smiled bitterly, wondering if you would ever experience that too one day. Starting a real family. You’ve been married for a little more than five months now. There isn’t much time left..
You shake your head. You’ve no time to dwell on such depressing thoughts when you have so much things to do now. As soon as you get home, you quickly start cooking all his favourite dishes, kimchi jigae included as well as seaweed soup, typical for birthdays. You even baked a chocolate cake which you aren’t entirely sure if it’s edible. You don’t have much experience baking a cake but you hope this might do although you almost burnt yourself once in the process.
Judging by the smell of it as well as the texture, it seems fine. So you proceed to decorate and write ‘Happy 25th birthday’ with icing on top of it. Once you’re done, you quickly set the table with all the dishes and the cake. You even make an attempt to hang a balloon on the corner of the dining area. You wipe a sweat beading on your forehead.
This is a tad bit too exhausting to be done alone and under a pressured time frame and constant fear of Jimin walking in in the middle of preparation.
He won’t think this is too much.. right? You suddenly think once you sit down and look around the decorated dining area.
After all you’ve been married for half a year now. Even if you don’t have a real marriage with him, you can still celebrate birthdays as.. friends..? Or a mere housemate..?
You shake your head, trying not to ruin the moment.
It’s almost 8.30PM now. An hour had passed since you’ve finished setting up the table. You keep on glancing at the clock, wondering if your husband would be home late. An hour drags into two. You think the cake is going to melt soon. The dishes are going cold too.
You suddenly feel like laughing at yourself. Wondering what on earth are you doing to yourself. Waiting pathetically when your husband might rather be out celebrating with someone else instead of you. With Clara Kim perhaps. The mere thought makes you smile bitterly.
You’re just about to rise from sitting and throw everything away when you hear the sound of the front door opening. As if you didn’t just wait for two hours, your inside starts to get excited again and you find yourself impatiently waiting for him to appear at the threshold.
When he finally appears, you put on the brightest smile while saying ’Surprise!’ at him.
He looks momentarily frozen as he looks at you and then around the dining area that’s filled with decorations.
You bite your lips unconsciously when he doesn’t say anything even after several moments passed.
Then he takes a few steps forward, closing in the distance between the two of you and you’ve no idea why the large area suddenly looks so small when he approaches you. He stops a few footsteps away from you.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He snaps suddenly and you flinch instantly. Definitely not the kind of reaction you expected.
“I- I thought.. we’ve been married for half a year now..” you begin.
“So you think we’re actual husband and wife now?” He hisses and you recoil at his words. “Do you wanna know why you’re here?”
You look down. “Because I owe you.” You answer quietly.
“Ah yes.. that.” He smiled a smile so sinister you suddenly find yourself very afraid. “But the real reason, baby, is because you’re nothing.”
Looking up, your eyes widen at him. “W-what?”
He smirks. “Six months ago, I had to marry anyway, one of the stupid condition my father set as his so called heir. They had their choices of daughter in law oh- believe me they do. But I convinced them to let me choose on my own. Made up all sorts of bullshit how I’m so in love with you, you with me.. You wanted to know why I’m marrying you.. is because you don’t have a powerful background.. and when the time comes-“
It doesn’t take long for you to understand. “You can just throw me away.” You finish for him.
He smiles, like he’s satisfied with your answer. “A powerful family can be a mess. I prefer it neat and clean.”
He throws the words at you as if you’re a toy that doesn’t have feelings at all.
“So you can stop all this-“ he flaunts his hand around the dining table. “shit. You do realize this isn’t an actual marriage right? And after that, forget me. There’s no point for you to remember me, or us. So there’s no need for us to make, memories.” He says the last word menacingly and storms out the kitchen.
You don’t move for a whole few seconds. And when he’s gone, you sink into the chair.
You smile bitterly. Of course.. that’s your husband.. He wouldn’t know how your back almost hurt preparing all these for him, almost getting yourself burnt, and all just to let him know that there’s someone who wants him to spend his birthday meaningfully. You don’t even ask for anything in return. A simple thank you from him would do.
You tears flow harshly.
Of course Jimin wouldn’t do that…
Because this isn’t a real marriage.
You smile pathetically.
How stupid was you.
After a long while of crying which is something you think you spent a lot of time doing since your marriage with Jimin, you pick up the wrapped gift on the chair beside you. You make your way to Jimin’s study. You hover outside for a while thinking how to give the gift to your husband since he’d so conveniently walk away from you before you even had the chance to. After a moment, you decide to just leave it outside the door.
It’s a painting that you started a few days ago when he gifts you the art set and you only slept for two hours yesterday just to finish it. A painting of his backside, only his side profile appearing smiling brightly in his tux, one that he wore during the wedding, while looking at someone on his left, a girl you don’t draw except her backside, his hands tightly clasping hers. Looking happy.
Definitely not how your wedding photo with him was like.
Because he definitely doesn’t smile that way when he looks at you.
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You wake up feeling thirsty that night. Jimin isn’t in bed, as he’d been the past few days. You briefly wonder if he’s sleeping in some other room. You don’t glance at the clock but figured that it’s around 2 or 3AM.
You reach the teapot on your bedside to pour some water into a glass but none of it comes out. You’ve forgotten to refill it before you head to sleep. Too sleepy to curse at yourself, you stand up albeit groggily.
You make your way downstairs and only after gulping down two glasses of water do you feel sated of your thirst.
You’re about to head back upstairs when you heard some noise. You freeze in your steps, unsure of the source. Did someone break into your house? Though you don’t think the securities in this house is that amateur.
Taking another step, you hear the noise again and it takes you a moment to realize it’s your husband’s voice. Unknowingly, you walk towards the source of the noise and your husband’s voice that leads you to the house backyard.
Your husband is shouting at someone. There’s probably about 8 or 9 people including your husband, you couldn’t be sure. Someone is brought to kneel in front of him.
“Why the fuck would you bring him here?” He hisses.
“Sorry sir- I thought-“
“I don’t give a fuck about what you thought- my wife’s here-“ he runs a hand through his hair, speaking in harsh hushed tone. “Fuck it, just do it quick, give me the silencer-“
Someone thrusts a gun into your husband’s hand.
He cocks the gun and-
A piercing scream breaks out and suddenly everyone turns towards you. You realize the sound comes out from you. You’re screaming hysterically, eyes wide as soon as you see the man that was kneeling in front of your husband few seconds ago is now lying on the floor, no longer breathing.
Hands clasping your mouth, you swing around and starts running, too shell shocked to even cry.
You’re freaked out, you don’t even know your destination until you see the room at the end of hallway, the small room that had been your safe space and without thinking, you run towards it.
As soon as you lock the door, you find yourself sinking to the floor. Your body trembles and you feel hard to breath and then you start crying. You cry and simply cry for hours until your body’s too exhausted to cry anymore. You’re still trembling, lips pale from the traumatic scene that you just witnessed.
Jimin did come, knocking on the door and frantically shouts your name. But eventually he stopped. And you fall asleep, body still shivering.
When you finally find the strength to stand the next morning, Jimin has already gone out. He didn’t come home again that night.
You know your husband is a dangerous man. You’d seen it firsthand when he beats your brother half dead when you first saw him, and he’s never failed to remind you how dangerous he is.
From his cold demeanor, his reflex when someone is too close to him, how his footsteps are so silent, how he expertly handles the gun like he’s been doing it all his life, you know Jimin’s way more dangerous than he lets on to you.
He’d done a perfect job in hiding that dark part of his life, you’d give that to him.
And now that you know, you guess Jimin assumes it’s more dangerous as he levels up the security for you. Taeseok had kindly introduces you to them all, which by the way are four of them including Taeseok himself and informs you that you’re not allowed out unless there’s security with you. This is all by Jimin’s orders which he tells through Taeseok since he doesn’t come home for days now.
For someone who thinks you’re nothing, he sure is taking your security too seriously.
You’re angry with him. You really are. But when he doesn’t come home for the next whole week, you end up pacing back and forth in the foyer.
From prying and constantly pestering your poor new bodyguard, you’ve finally confirmed your suspicion that Jimin’s in a mafia gang. But that doesn’t surprise you. It is the fact that Jimin is actually the head of the mafia gang called BTS, and is the most notorious and influential as they hold most of the areas in Seoul. You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask the specifics of his underground business. Having a thug brother, you perfectly know well that there would be drugs and gamblings involved, or women.
You should be worried about that fact. The fact that your husband is a mafia leader. Your level of worry each night he doesn’t come home has increased on a significant level. You don’t really know if he’s gonna come home in one piece.
You find yourself staring blankly around the house because it feels even more empty than usual. There’s a strange hollow that follows it. And that’s how you find yourself sleeping again on the bed that the two of you share in the master bedroom. With his shirt.
You’ve always loved his smell. His vanilla scent that smells soft to your nose yet manly at the same time, his smell. So you pick one of his white shirt and sleeps hugging it.
The fact that you found out your husband’s a killer.. and yet you’re still worried about him.. what level of twisted is this?
It’s about at 3AM, you think, that you heard a sound, waking you up from slumber and you’re immediately aware of every sense, eyes shot open.
“Fuck-“ it’s Jimin’s voice that makes you sit up immediately. You can barely see him in the dark of the room with very little light illuminating.
“Y/N?”
You fumble to switch the bedside lamp on and scramble to your feet immediately and approaches him in the speed of light.
“Sorry didn’t mean to wake you-“
You’re about to throw your hands around him, to just hug him tight but stops short when you take in his disheveled appearance. He’s in his white shirt, his blazer and tie already discarded. But something feels wrong.
You reach out and almost jerks away when you feel a wet patch on his shirt. It takes you a few moments to realize it’s blood. The thick smell of copper filling your noise instantly.
Your eyes widen and you gasp aloud, “Oh God Jimin, are you okay? What’s this?” You ask frantically.
“I’m fine-“
“No Jimin, let me see-“ your hands are trembling, flashes of images of him killing the person few nights ago that still traumatises you filling your mind, you frantically unbutton his shirt, desperate to check if he’s okay and he just lets you.
Your hands are everywhere on the expanse of his chest and his chiseled abs and then you realize he’s perfectly fine and it isn’t his blood. Your whole body visibly relaxes and you let out a relieved sigh.
And then it suddenly dawns to you that you just unbuttoned him all the way down and now he’s half naked.
You fumble to take a step back but he catches your wrist immediately, startling you.
“What’s wrong, kitten?”
Kit.. kitten? “N- nothing.”
He juts his jaw towards the bed. “What’s my shirt doing on the bed?”
Your whole body goes rigid. You don’t even know how to explain everything.
“Did you miss me..?” He whispers, voice close to your ear making you shudder.
You stand frozen in his grip, shaking your head slowly. He only stares at you as you look down.
Thankfully, he releases you, perhaps taking pity after your shock. “I’m gonna shower.” He says then just leaves for the bathroom.
Flushing red, you sprint towards the bed to fetch his shirt back and chuck it into his drawer. You climb back onto bed, heart still beating fast. Where had he been? You were wondering if he would even tell you if you ask or if that’s stepping over the line or boundaries.
You’re lost in your own thought, eyes about to flutter shut when suddenly you feel a hand firmly placed on your waist.
Your hearbeat picks up again.
You turn around, lying on your back now to see Jimin, hovering above you and hands now all over you. Your stomach, your chest, your breasts-
You start to panic. “J-Jimin what are y-you doing?”
His hands are quick to hold your wrist firmly when you start to squirm, trying to escape. He leans down, lips dangerously close to your face.
“You are mine. To kiss anywhere I want.. To touch wherever I want.. and to kill.. whenever I want. Do not forget that.”
His left hand remains on your wrist, gripping it tight above your head while his other hand goes to the strap of your nightgown. You swallow thickly when he slides them down your arm. His hand brushes your half exposed breast very slightly and your entire body go still in shock.
You feel his tongue nipping at your neck as his fingers move daintily from your jaw to your neck, your shoulder and then your breast.
He moves and you gasp when you feel his hardened crotch against you and you’ve never felt so terrified.
You like him. No, you love your husband.
And what you would give for him to touch you intimately.
But you don’t want to give it to him like this, in this state. No emotions, no feelings, no love.
His head dips down to kiss you but you’re quicker to turn your head and avoids him.
“Jimin stop!” You yell.
And all his actions ceased.
Hot tears roll all over your cheeks. Clutching onto your tattered nightgown, trying hard to prevent the silk material from further slipping, you get up from the bed and leaves the room.
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And about a month had passed ever since that intimate incident with Jimin.
Through all tips and tricks, you’ve persuaded and convinced him enough that he now sleeps on the same bed with you again. And everything is good with your husband. Although he still has his cold demeanor sometimes, he’s very caring, soft and attentive to you a lot of times.
It’s good, it’s all good, really and you couldn’t ask for more. Except that he has never touched you more than necessary after that incident.
You don’t really think much about it until one day, you wake up feeling... horny. All your hormones seems to be heightened and all of a sudden, every act that Jimin does makes you blush a bit too much, your breath hitching and your body feeling hot. And it definitely doesn’t help that your husband’s body is carved like the Greek God himself, every nook and corner of his body, his entire being screaming sex.
He does gives you all the hugs, the cuddling and the kisses but you want more. You’ve been throwing hints at him, your tricks going more and more shameless by the day, and all of them would just end up with him shaking his head as he smiles down at you.
It’s all just so frustrating.
Every time he kisses you, you’d try to deepen it and maybe purposely roll your hips against him but every single time, he would pull away and makes up whatever excuse he might have.
You try, like for God damn really try, to make him touch you. You’d wear the skimpiest night gown, sometimes not even bothering to wear underwear too and then comes to his study and purposely sits on his lap, and then when he kisses you, you try to guide his hand down. You’re literally a definition of desperate now.
But. He. Just. Won’t.
You wonder if he’s secretly a priest, seeing how he’s practicing his abstinence so good.
You groan to yourself, feeling as you grow more and more sexually frustrated. And annoyance towards your husband.
Having too much time at hand as your husband still doesn’t allow you to work, means a lot of time for you to wallow in self deprecation as well. And by Jimin’s behaviour, you wonder if he’s losing interest in you.
But you’re also sure that’s not the case. He proves it all when sometimes he’d come home and immediately looks for you and doesn’t say anything but just pulls you into a passionate kiss (which obviously doesn’t escalate further than that), or the way you don’t miss his eyes turning dark when you’re wearing your satin nightwear, or his early morning erection when he wakes with you on top of him, your core might’ve purposely been aligned against his crotch perfectly.
It’s been two months since you’ve been discharged from the hospital, almost four months since you’ve been shot. You are perfectly fine and fit as a fiddle now. And yet he still sees you as a glass.
Sometimes you don’t even bother to hide your annoyance when any of your sensual act doesn’t result in the response that you want from him. You know he knows what you want. Perhaps he’s finding amusement in making you sexually frustrated seeing as his eyes would twinkle in amusement when you’d stomp your feet as you exit his study, like a petulant child.
Until one day you can no longer hold it in. And you’ve got the perfect plan devised in your head to get what you want.
You’re in the kitchen, just finished setting the table for dinner when your husband walks in, fresh out of the shower. Several strands of his hair still wet and you almost gulp at the sight of him. Sometimes you think it’s unfair how he’s just in his pyjamas but still looking like a whole course meal.
“There’s something I have to say.” You say once you finished eating. He looks up at you, one eyebrow raised. “I’ve fully recovered now.. and I want to work again.”
He narrows his eyes at you before saying a firm, “No.”
You feel your entire body wilting already. “Jimin please.. I’ve been stuck at home for months now.. Please..?”
“Why are you so keen on getting back at the company? The last time you were there, you got harassed for fuck’s sake. I’m not letting that happen again.” He snaps.
“That was different..” he shoots a glare at you and you look down immediately. “Why’re you being unreasonable.. I just want to work..”
“The answer is no. Fullstop.” He says before raising to stand and storming out the dining room and you sigh in defeat.
You have a plan devised in your head but Jimin being the stubborn himself, is gonna be an obstacle. You shake your head. He’s being ridiculous now. He even dares to bring up your past with Kim Minhyuk.
It really was different back then. But now.. now you have your husband. A husband that loves you. Surely he’s gonna protect you right?
Nevermind then. You’ve another trick up your sleeves. You smile wickedly as you pick up the phone and search for the Human Resources head at Bangtan Inc.’s cellphone number.
You’re still annoyed with your husband when you ready yourself to sleep that night. You’ve just laid yourself on the bed when you hear the bedrooms’ door open but you don’t turn around, still lying on your side.
The bed dips behind you and suddenly you feel arms snaking around your waist, hot breath against the back of your hair, making the hairs on your skin to stand.
“Y/N..?” You hear him say.
You almost want to curse when his voice and his mere touch already makes you feel hot and bothered. Yeah, you really need to get laid. You clear your throat. “Yes?”
He kisses behind your neck and then your ear, almost making a moan to escape your lips. “Are you mad at me?”
You shut your eyes for a moment, relishing in his touch. Touch me more... “You know I have the right to, right?”
His hands run up and down your arms, soothing the goosebumps there and then he gingerly kisses your cheek. “Don’t be..” he coaxes.
You then turn your head slightly, eyes meeting his. You take his lips then. In a relaxed but slightly hungry manner. When you try to deepen it, he pulls back like he’d been doing the past few months. You huff in annoyance before you turn your body completely and then swiftly push Jimin’s shoulder and straddle him.
You see his look of surprise for a few seconds before you lean in to kiss him again, this time intensely. You’re keen to let him know your intention. You’re sitting on his thigh now and you shamelessly grind against him. Your fingers card his hair as you kiss him even harder, like you’re trying to get off just by kissing him and grinding his thigh. It’s almost embarrassing. And it’s all because your husband won’t make love to you.
Your hand starts to slide downwards, tracing his chest and his stomach, his muscles clearly felt although he’s still wearing his shirt. He hisses when your hand finally reaches down and grips his erection.
You break away from his kiss to slide down and trail open mouth, wet kisses on his neck. “So.. can I work tomorrow?”
At this, he suddenly opens his eyes, his hands gripping each side of your waist firmly, halting all your actions. His eyes narrow at you. “I already told you no.”
Suddenly all sorts of horny in you is gone. “But-”
He lets out a sigh in exasperation. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” And he swiftly lifts you off him and lay you back on your side of the bed before you could say anything. “I still have some work to do. You should go to sleep first.” He kisses the corner of your mouth and then he’s out of the bedroom.
You’ve never hated your husband so much.
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