Hello everyone. I honestly have no idea where to start. I have so much to tell but I just felt like I've left this place for so long but at the same time it felt like it's only been yesterday that I've been posting so much of my new chapters.
But truth is, it's been half a year. And I'm so sorry that I've left all the dust piling up on my blog. A lot of things happened. Like, a lot. But I've missed writing so much. I've missed this place which is my safe haven, where I pour out all my emotions writing all these pieces.
I don't know if any of you is interested in reading or knowing what I've been up to all these while, but I just felt the need to let it off my chest since I've never properly written about all these things that had been happening in my life. I also figured that by writing here I'm basically leaving a kind of diary that I can read back some time in the future.
Did you guys know? Back then when I haven't started to write things on the internet, all the stories were just in the back of my head, I enjoyed reading all the well-written fics across so many platforms. There's just so much talented writers out there. And back then, I used to see my favourite writers taking breaks, with personal things happening in their life, some of them got sick, some of them lost someone in their life, some of them got a job, some of them graduated medical school etc etc. I used to not understand that. I felt like they owe the stories they hadn't finished, I felt like they owe me the drafts they had stored in their phone.
Little did I know the same thing would happen to me once I picked up the courage to post my writings. Back then when I started writing, I promised myself that I would never become those writers who left their readers abandoned, never coming back. I really did not know what God had written for me back then.
Last year, while I was finishing the story Mr. President, my mother had fallen ill. I struggled a lot to finish the chapters as well as the bonus chapters I had planned. In the midst of that, in August, my mother had to undergo surgery. I stayed at the hospital throughout her post-operation recovery and it was all really overwhelming to receive all the news firsthand at the hospital.
At the time, it just doesn't feel right to be focusing on writing my fics rather than tending to my bed-ridden mom. Especially when we still had no idea how severe the situation was and how long I have with her.
After she recovered from her surgery and allowed for discharge, she still has to undergo chemotherapy for a number of cycles, and she's still undergoing it now. She has to be warded every time she undergoes the therapy and a lot of my time is taken up for that.
So, to anyone of you, if you're reading this, I hope you can all send your prayers for my mother and wishes that she can undergo all her chemotherapy cycles well. I hope you can also pray that she is cancer free soon.
Also, I would like to take this place to say that I will continue to write, I will and will never stop doing so but I'd never be able to promise the frequency of me posting new stories. It takes a lot of time, effort as well as when inspiration hits.
So I hope that whenever I might be missing for some time on this blog, I hope you guys can keep me and my family in your prayers and wait for my return.
Thank you so much for all the support from you guys. It means everything.
Also, I posted a new one-shot story! I hope you guys enjoy it :)
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.
You take a deep breath as soon as youâre out on the streets, the cold air hitting your face making you shiver and relieved both at the same time. Itâs 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.
Youâre on duty at the hospital tonight and the last two nights as well and thereâs nothing more that you want than to soak yourself in a hot bath. It doesnât take long to arrive at your apartment. You donât 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 donât think itâs 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 thereâs 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 itâs enough evidence to warn you because you never really open the window unless during leisure time but thatâs 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 donât feel the muzzle of a gun against the side of your head. You could barely make out the personâs face through the window, only his silhouette can be seen. You gasp out loud, when you realize your attacker is a male.
âBe quiet or Iâll shoot.â 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 wouldâve done that as soon as you step into the apartment.
âI- I donât have money, if thatâs what youâre asking for-â 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 doesnât answer. After a moment, he says, âYouâre a doctor arenât you?â
You nod slowly.
âI need your help.â He says, and this time you finally hear the slight huff between his breath, like heâs 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, thatâs 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.
âOh my god- oh my- youâre hurt!â 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.
âCareful.â 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.
âIs that- is that a bullet wound?â your voice thick, âWhereâd you get a bullet wound?â as panic starts to register in your voice. Youâve never seen a bullet wound except in videos back when youâre still studying, but never one in your country, or in Seoul.
âCan you help me stitch it?â He asks, and even in the dim light you know heâs going paler. Heâs losing too much blood.
You look up, hands no longer touching him. âWho are you?â
He regards you intently before answering. âYou donât want to know. Now answer me instead of asking questions. Can you help me?â
You bite your lips. âI- I donât have the equipments. Iâm just a general doctor, not a surgeon- you have to go to the hospital.â
âI donât have the fucking time!â He grits out and then- out of nowhere- he shoves some medical equipments towards you.
âWhereâd you get this?â You look at him in disbelief. âClinic? Thereâs a clinic few blocks- oh my god- did you break into the clinic?!â
âCan you do it?â He asks again, voice getting weaker.
Oh God, heâll die if you donât do it.
Your brain is in an entire war for what seems like eternity, the guy whoâs face is getting paler by the second, slumps himself on the single chair, youâd probably scold for staining it on normal days. But this is not ânormal daysâ.
âWait here.â 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. âI need to switch on the light.â
He purses his lips. âJust this one.â 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 wouldâve fall flat on the floor if not for the cold hands gripping your arms strongly, catching you. And thatâs when the light beside him flickers on.
Heâs sitting on the chair but you almost catch your breath when you glance up. Heâs pulled away all of his shirt, so heâs naked from the waist up top, save for his wound area being applied pressure upon using his shirt.
Heâs not just beautiful, you think. Heâs gorgeous and ethereal. Probably the most wonderful existence youâve 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, itâs 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 bulletâs still in there.
âIs the bullet still in there?â You ask for confirmation.
He shakes his head. âNo, I already pull it out.â
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.
âW-who are you?â You ask after gathering much courage.
âI told you you donât want to know.â 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.
âHow did you know Iâm a doctor?â You purposely makes your tone lighter. His lips quirk up a little. âOr that I live here on this floor in this unit?â
Heâs silent for a moment before he answers you. âI watched you for two days.â
Your jaw drops, eyes looking at him incredulously and he has the audacity to look slightly embarassed as he adjusts his position. âSo you.. y-you stalked me?â
âJust needed to make sure you live alone.â
âAnd how would you know that Iâd help you?â Perhaps it is out of habit, but you prefer to make your patients talk when youâre treating them, so that they forget the pain and at the same time gain their trust.
âBecause Iâll kill you if you donât?â He tilts his head slightly, like heâs stating the most obvious reason.
You swallow. Youâre done stitching him up. But for a strange reason youâre intrigued by this man and donât want him to leave at once.
Itâs weird because you know heâs dangerous.
And remember what they say.. curiosity always killed the cat.
Swallowing, you stutter, âIâm- Iâm done.â
He looks down and studies his stitched abdomen. His body is glistening while his hair slightly wet from his sweat. Itâs unfair how a dangerous guy like him can look so beautiful.
âYou did a pretty good job.â He stands and takes a step towards you. His height towering above you now that heâs standing straight. Heâs 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. âThank you.â 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.
âWait whatâs your name?â You ask. He stops in his track but doesnât fully turns his body to face you, only his face looking down to his right.
âYou donât want to know.â For the hundrendth time.
âWait-â you call again before he could reach the door. âI- Iâll give you a new shirt.â 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 itâs just a dream. It doesnât 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.
Itâs just a dream, you tell yourself.
But when you pass by the clinic a block away from your apartment, thereâs a police car outside and somehow your guts tell you it wasnât 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 canât pull yourself together.
âAre you okay?â
You look up from the canned coffee on your hand. Itâs Han, your colleague.
âYouâve been staring at your coffee for the past 10
minutes now.â
You blink at him several moments. Huh? âWhat?â
He laughs. Then he holds your shoulders at arms length. âOh God, you really look like a zombie now.â
âI know I look horrible. I was on call for three days straight.â
âNo wonder.â He looks at his watch. âWell, why donât you go for lunch? Itâs almost 12 anyway. Iâll cover for you.â
âYou will? Thanks Han. Youâre really a life savior.â
âI know. Iâm awesome like that.â He left you with a wink.
Youâre 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.
âOmg sunbae! Congratulations!â Nin says.
You give them a puzzled stare. Youâre really not in the mood to entertain any joke right now.
âEy~ youâre trying to keep your dating life a secret right? Itâs okay. Weâll hold it till we die.â 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, thereâs 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.
Itâs been two weeks since you received the flowers. Two weeks since you last saw him.
And you havenât been yourself that itâs 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 wonât 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 youâd see him.
When you reach home that night, you shower quickly and heads to bed earlier than usual.
Itâs midnight, you think, but couldnât be sure of the time, when you wake suddenly feeling alarmed. But you canât see nothing in the pitch black darkness so you turn to switch on the bedside lamp.
And you couldnât be ready with what comes into your view. Itâs him, sitting on the edge of your bed. But itâs an automated reaction, even though youâve 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 heâs 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.
âDid your wound reopen?â 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. âPlease sit. Iâll fetch the medical kit.â 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 bedâs 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.
âIâm assuming that I canât switch on other lamp except for this one too.â You say as you sit yourself on the edge of your bed beside him.
âSorry.â 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 youâve done this a thousand times during emergency but your hand is currently trembling?
âI donât think your wound reopens seconds ago. Itâs been what, two days?â You glare at him.
âThree.â He answers quietly and you shoot him a murderous look.
âYouâre lucky it didnât get infected.â You scold as you clean his wound and restitch him.
He raises an eyebrow when you start wrapping him with multiple layers of gauze. âDid you steal from the clinic too?â
The question catches you off guard but you recover quickly. âShut up.â You say and you heard him chuckle.
And you almost fell in love.
You clear your throat as you make your finishing touch. âYou need to rest. And your wound has to be clean. I need to change its dressing everyday. Or everytime you got it dirty.â You nag.
He doesnât say anything but when you look up, you realise heâs very close. His face merely inches before you.
Now that youâre more clear headed and awake from your sleep, you realize youâre only in your night silk gown and the fact that itâs almost see-through makes it a thousand times worse.
He leans even closer.
The tension is so palpable itâs 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.
âYou know Iâm dangerous right?â He says suddenly.
Your eyes shoot open instantly and finds him staring straight at you.
You swallow before slowly nodding.
âSo if youâre smart, youâll stay away from me.â And with that, he immediately gets up but then he staggers a little and youâre 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 donât 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.
âYou have a fever.â
He drops his hand. Staring at you for a few seconds, as if heâs having a war in his head, he finally says, âIâll borrow your couch just for tonight.â And with that, he exits your room.
Even after an hour has passed, youâre still tossing on your bed because you canât sleep because the guy that youâve 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 couldnât stop staring at the features on his face, his delicate eyes, his sharp nose, his beautiful lips, you realize youâre in trouble because youâve developed a crush on him.
A man you donât 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 couldâve easily kill you while in your sleep, but he didnât.
He doesnât look so dangerous when heâs 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.
Thatâs when you notice a tattoo on his hand. Itâs 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, heâs already gone.
His eyes. His nose. His lips. His skin. His fingers. It flashes in your mind constantly.
Heâs 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. Itâs almost like you could feel him kissing you.
Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. Itâs three days straight that youâve dreamt about him. And your heart is unsettled by how much youâre affected by him. You just couldnât get him out of your mind, consciously or unconsciously.
And thatâs how you find yourself in a club at one of the sketchiest area in the city. Itâs an infamous area where lots of.. unspoken things go down. You gulp, suddenly thinking that itâs not a very good idea to come alone.
You scan around the club but thereâs 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 youâve walked into a dark alley where you canât 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 youâve encountered.
Thatâs 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. Youâve already drawn the rough sketch of the mysterious man âs 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 itâs a gun.
âBe quiet and just walk.â The guy pressed the gun slightly, making you gasp.
Not knowing what to do, you do as he says and walk towards wherever heâs taking you. It wasnât 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 youâre led into a room that looks like an office.
Thereâs several suited men standing in front of a desk and when youâre pushed forward a bit more, you see the man behind the desk. Is it weird that youâre feeling disappointed itâs not the mysterious man you saw instead of feeling alarmed that youâve 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 didnât grab hold of you. Heâs tall, you think. Super tall. And when you look up at him, he winks and flashes a dimpled smile.
Gorgeous. Thatâs the word that youâd use to describe him ten years from now when you recall this memory from your grave, because youâre pretty sure youâll meet your Creator soon.
âTo what do we owe the business here?â The man behind the desk speaks up in a very low voice. Your eyes turns to find him. Is it ridiculous that heâs equally gorgeous? What are these men? Supermodels? Male strippers?
âSheâs been snooping around our street, boss. Asking for this tattoo.â The guy behind you hands the little sketch you made.
âAh,â the dimpled guy smirks.
The guy behind the desk only narrows his eyes at the sketch. âYou guys can leave now.â He says.
âOh come on, Taehyung. Weâd like to know how she met him too.â The dimpled guy says.
âLater, Namjoon hyung.â
A shorter one rolls his eyes. âPretty sure heâs trying to protect his bestfriend, again.â
âI agree, Yoongi hyung. Taehyung-ah, remember Jin hyung donât like outsiders. You better warn your bestfriend not to cause anymore trouble.â The one in between Namjoon and Yoongi says.
âYes, yes Hoseok hyung. I just need to question her a little, thatâs it.â Taehyung rolls his eyes.
And towards you, Namjoon says, âWeâll see you around soon,â 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. âSo, would you like to tell me why youâre searching for someone with this tattoo?â
You gulp, because his face is too near. âI.. I have something to tell him.â
âHmm, is that so?â He straightens and takes another small step towards you, forcing you to back away. âWhat if I tell you.. that I have the same tattoo as well?â He then pulls on his sleeve, revealing the exact same tattoo that youâve been searching for.
Without thinking, you grip his hand, pulling it towards you for you to see more clearly. âIs he- is he here?â
Your question takes Taehyung a little by surprise. He smiles down at you, as if heâs 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 youâre 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.
âIâm not gonna answer your question just yet..â he whispers, or is it just his super low tone speaking?
You swallow.
âLetâs talk about.. how youâre at our territory and the consequence of that.â
âWhat are you gonna do to me?â Your voice literally a whisper now.
âUnfortunately.. your fate is not mine to decide.â His face backs away a few inches. Then a finger comes up to your head and then slowly, it runs down over your cheek. âSuch a shame.â
And then right at that moment, the door bursts open.
And you canât believe your eyes.
Because itâs him.
Itâs him thatâs standing on the doorway, staring piercingly when he sees you and Taehyung.
âAh, Jimin..â Taehyung says but makes no effort to let go of your hands.
Jimin.. thatâs his name.
He doesnât say a word as he steps towards you and snatches your hand away from Taehyung, gripping it a tad too tightly it almost hurts.
âFuck away, Kim Taehyung.â He growls as he drags you out of the room, towards the hallway and into another... office area, you note.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â He glares at you.
You swallow before answering. âI wanted to see you.â
âI told you if youâre smart, youâll stay away from me.â He growls.
You take a step towards him. âWell maybe Iâm not that smart.â
He clenches his jaw as you take another step towards him, closing the proximity.
âI.. I want you, Jimin.â
You watch his eyes turn dark. âIs that so?â He moves forward, backing you in three exact steps and your behind is against the edge of table.
âI canât get you out of my mind too.â He whispers and then suddenly, his lips are on yours.
You canât 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.
âHow long have you been thinking about me?â 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 canât get enough of touching you everywhere.
âEver since I met you-â youâre 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 youâre in for a very very long night.
âTell me what do you imagine when you think about me.â His mouth is on your breasts. Your bra torn off you.
You moan out loud, âOh God-â
âTell me,â he demands, making you squeak as he hitches your skirt up.
âT-this-â you choke out, arousement rising as he continues to suck.
âHmm, I think about you too.â 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. âWhat do you think about?â You ask.
âI think about your god motherfucking tits, how Iâm never gonna stop sucking them,â he says before putting three fingers into his mouth and then without warning, rips your underwear off and slides his fingers into your pussy, âyour perfect little dripping cunt,â he thrusts inside without mercy, âand how Iâm gonna fuck you every single position known till your voice is gone from screaming my name.â He finishes as he withdraws his fingers.
You swallow.
âThen donât wait,â you whisper.
He clenches his jaw. âFuck. Youâre such a tease, you know that? You donât know how close I was to ripping your little nightdress the last time we met.. it barely covered anything you mightâve just slept naked. Tell me.. did you put that on for me..?â
You gulp. âMaybe...â 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 youâre 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 youâre in euphoria right now, feeling him inside you is complete bliss. Youâre almost crying in pain trying to adjust to his girth and length.
âYou want it, take it all-â he grits, eyes almost lolling to the back from his own pleasure but heâs still pushing in, till he hit right to the hilt.
âOh god-â 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.
âFuck fuck ugh-â 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 youâre almost enraged. He smirked at your expression.
âGreedy little thing arenât you?â With one motion he pulls you by the hips and then flips you so youâre bending over the table. Your heart leapt in excitement, over Jimin taking you in this position. He doesnât 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, youâre almost torn apart.
âYes yes yes- Jimin-â
âYou like being taken this way huh?â
âYes,â you choked out.
He leans down and takes a handful of your hair and youâre 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. âOh God Jimin-â
âFuck me too-â 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.
âCum inside, Iâm on the pill.â You say and without warning, his warm seeds spill inside you. His pace slows down but he doesnât 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.
âYou look so gorgeous from behind like this. Every corner of yours is sexy.â
He flips you again so youâre 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, heâs still hard.
He pulls your hand away and says, âLet me clean you up.â 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 thatâs dripping with his cum.
Your fingers card his hair, feeling the knot tightening in your stomach once again. âOh God Jimin- I canât-â
He smirks like itâs 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.
âMy turn,â you whisper before leaning back down and takes him in your mouth earning a plethora of curses from him.
âGod, look at you, you take me so well.â 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 heâs on the verge of cumming when he says, âStop babe, come up. Ride me.â
And you donât think twice before raising yourself and sink down on him. You both let out a moan from the pleasure as you ride him out.
âYou are fucking sexy,â 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.
âFuck! Fuck-â he chants before you both reach climax for the second time.
Your eyes shut, youâre totally spent as you slouched on his shoulder and him on yours.
Once both your breathing calmed down, he says, âThat was insane. Youâre insane.â
âYou ruined my dress.â
âHm.â He hums against your shoulder. âIâll buy you another one.â
You pull back then, eyes finding his. âI want you, Park Jimin. I canât stop thinking about you ever since I met you for the first time.â
He locks his gaze on you. âAnd when was that?â
Your brows furrowed. Is that a trick question? âWhen you held me hostage in my own apartment?â
He chuckles. But then his expression serious again. âWhat if I told you that wasnât the first time you saw me?â
You frown even deeper. âWhat are you talking about?â
The corner of his lips quirk a little. âA year ago. In the alley. You saved me when I was bleeding from knife wound.â
Your eyes widen. You only remember bits and pieces of that incident. âI donât recall any of this.â To be exact, you donât remember him.
âIt was dark. My hair was long enough to cover my face. You couldnât see me, but I could see you.â
You close your mouth as itâs been wide open since he dropped the news. You need a few moments to process this mindblowing fact. You couldnât think, especially when youâre naked and had just finished a heated fucking session.
Then you take a deep breath and looks at him straight in the eye. âWell, nice to meet you Park Jimin. Iâm-â
âY/N.â He cuts you off.
âHow did you-â
âYouâre not the only one who couldnât stop thinking about us when we first met.â
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Your brows furrow. Your schedule is quite free today so you thought youâll head out for lunch with Irene. While waiting for her lunchtime, you hung around Jiminâs office while he works. You had been reading about prenups for the past hour because youâve 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.
âWhat are you reading looking so serious?â Jiminâs voice made you jump. You quickly turned the iPad screen off before he could see what youâve been searching for.
âNothing.â You say quickly then gets up. You tiptoe and pecks him on the cheek. âIâm off for lunch. See you later!â
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.
âJimin.â You call out to him. He doesnât look at you, his eyes glued on the iPad in front of him, the business news page filling the screen.
When he still doesnât 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.
âJimin..â you call him again. âI have something to talk to you about.â
He still doesnât answer and you miss the way his jaw clenches.
âI want to ask about-â
âPrenup?â He cut you off.
You freeze. He pulls back his hand, not giving you a chance to hold him.
âH-how did you know?â
âIf you want to talk about it, drop it. I donât want to hear about it.â He says firmly.
âBut itâs to protect you.â
He scoffs. âWhat can you protect me from? If youâre going to leave me, you might as well kill me and keep all the money to yourself.â
What? Where did that come from? âLeave you? Why would you think that?â
âWell what else am I supposed to think if you come to me and wants to talk about prenup, something that will only happen if weâre divorced?â You flinch when you hear his raised voice. You glance at the driverâs seat, now feeling slightly embarassed that Taeseok is listening to the argument.
âWhy do you see it that way?â
âWell I donât know, maybe because I donât have any other way to see it?â His tone sarcastic.
You sigh. Why is he being so stubborn?
Youâre about to open your mouth again but he glares at you and your lips are automatically sealed.
âDrop it.â He says. And every desire of you to fight him is lost.
You stare at him in defeat. Before this you donât even know about prenup and he wonât even mention about it to you. You donât even know why. It wonât harm the both of you so whatâs the problem with signing off some papers? And itâs not like you didnât sign some contract when you first met him.
God, heâs still the same stubborn man when you first met him.
âThe boys are coming over for dinner.â He suddenly says.
Oh. âThey are?â
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. Youâve no idea what they like and thereâre six more mouths to eat so everything in the kitchen it is.
âHello sister in law!â 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. Theyâre all just super loud, you think.
âAnd I met her parents early today.â Taehyung says, when the topic of his girlfriend came about.
That earned several oohhss from the boys. âOohh Taehyung, are we gonna be dressing up for the big event soon?â Namjoon teases.
âOh yeah, time to pick out some Louis Vuitton then.â Hoseok raises his double eyebrow twice as he grins.
Jin scoffs. âEven the Louis Vuitton canât bring out the handsomeness, if you donât have a face like me.â
Safe to say, he earns a plethora of curses from around the table and you just sit there, genuinely entertained.
âAnd itâs totally like Haikyuu! Iâm telling you- I swear by it-â 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. Namjoonâs reading a book while Yoongi sits beside him, earphones in his ear as he doze off.
You raise an eyebrow at Jungkook.
âWhat? I watch anime, so what!â He laughs.
âHey! No judgement here! I wasnât judging you.â 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.
âWhatâs wrong with Jimin hyung today?â He asks.
You swallow and looks around. Jimin isnât around. You briefly contemplate whether you should talk about this with Jungkook.
Collecting yourself, you finally confess to him. âI.. mentioned about prenups to him.â
âLet me guess, he wonât do it?â
You nod slowly.
Jungkook just hums and nods, as if heâs trying to assess the situation.
You sigh. âI just donât get it. Itâs to protect him. And suddenly he says Iâm thinking of leaving him. I mean-â
Suddenly, Jungkook bursts out laughing.
You stare at him. âYouâre laughing?â
He bites his lip, trying to suppress his laughter. âI understand you. But I also understand him.â
âYou understand him? How??â
He smiles gently at you. âYou have to understand that in our world, thereâs nothing free. When people does something, itâs 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 weâre 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 whoâll be left?â
So thatâs 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.
âHyung.. grows up with barely any woman around him. The one that he meets.. you know. Not really a good example.â
Uhhuh. Clara Kim comes flashing in your brain.
âAnd then thereâs you, completely innocent, kind and just sincerely in love with him. I think he just doesnât know how to deal with that. Heâs changed a lot since he met you.â
Does he? He kinda does actually, but thereâs always gonna be some part that remains with him - his aloofness, stubbornness and all sorts of level headed.
âTalk to him. Iâm not saying that you should force the idea to him. But you should try to understand him too. Try to find that middle ground. Iâm sure heâll listen to you. He really loves you, you know.â
You raise one eyebrow at him.
âWhat?â He smiles sheepishly.
âI mean, I didnât know you have an old grandpa living inside your body.â You laugh.
âShut it.â Jungkook says and jokingly put you into a headlock.
But your whole body freezes.
Itâs not because you donât like Jungkook, but youâve always been jumpy about âextraâ 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 canât 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 heâs 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. âItâs late. I think we all should leave now.â He says, like heâs been watching everything happening silently.
Hoseok quickly jumps up. âYeah, Iâm starting to get sleepy too. Weâll drop by again another time!â
And everyone is suddenly on their feet including you.
âSorry.â Jungkook whispers on the way out.
You just nod and smile at him. Itâs 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.
âCan I join?â You ask. His eyes continue to stare at you without a word. You donât 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.
âIf youâre here to talk about prenups again, can it.â
âIâm not.â
He raises one eyebrow. âYouâre not?â
âIf you donât want to do it, itâs fine.â You let the water run all over your arm.
He hums. âWell thatâs.. unexpected.â
You smile. âI talked to Jungkook about it.â
âHuh. Guess he wonât lose his hand then.â
You stare at him. âYouâre... joking right?â
He narrows his eyes. âHe should know his boundaries.â
You canât believe it. âYou know he meant well right?â
He only grunts in response and you take it as the message had been delivered.
When he doesnât answer, you sigh. âJimin.. 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 donât have anyone around me. I never thought I could love someone, or be loved so much.â He looks at you and you hold his gaze steady.
âYou 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.â
He doesnât say anything for a moment until he cards his fingers through his hair. âFine. Iâm.. Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to not listen to you.â
You push yourself up and then slowly, you sit yourself on Jiminâs lap, your face inches above him. âItâs okay.. weâre both still learning, right?â You smile.
He looks at you softly and then closes the distance to plant a kiss on your lips.
âDo you really think that Iâm telling you about prenups because I want to leave you eventually?â
He sighs then shakes his head. âNo.. Iâm- Iâm sorry.. itâs just.. I didnât know what else to think. Iâm sorry, I know you meant well. I lack a lot.. and sometimes it just feels surreal to have you in my life. Youâre still with me when nothing else stays.. and I really canât live without you now.. and the mere thought of it just-â
You take his lips then, your hands going around his neck. âSshh. No prenups. Okay?â You peck the corner of his mouth.
He looks at you then. âI thought you already agreed to it?â
âI know. But now Iâm happier with my decision.â
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.
âYou know..â he starts as his tongue nips at your neck, âweâve never done it in a bath tub..â
âJimin- no weâre not doing it in a bathtub.â You say, getting alarmed, eyes wide open.
He smirks and doesnât say anything. But then when his sinful tongue swirls over your breast, youâre at his mercy.
And the rest is history.
A/N: Wow I just realized Iâm not around so much when I donât post chapters. And I left dusts on the asks you guys sent me đ„Č Iâm 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 thereâs still a fragile human like me đ€Ł 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. Iâm not asking for sympathy or anything like that, Iâm 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. Iâve written it quite sometime ago but yeah, I really donât 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! đ
One of my favourite story has ended noooo. đđ„ș Youâve done it! Youâve written this story amazingly. With all the twists and turns, you kept us excited, reacted, never-ending guesses on whatâs going to happen next every chapter. From the frustrations of their relationship up till they had found love, we all felt that and itâs very important for a storyteller, a writer to have that connection with the readers. And you, Author have achieved that. Thank you for this wonderful piece! We are so lucky to have you constantly update us twice, weekly amidst your busy schedule. So grateful for all the efforts and for sharing your talent to us. We will wait patiently till your next story comes!
You deserve all the appreciation of your works đ„ș Iâm so happy I get to read otherâs loving your work. You brought us joy and for that, thank you so much Author đ„șđ
And hello? Bonus epilogues??? With an âsâ????? How are we so luckyy đ„ș I have a question though đđŒđđŒ are the epilogues gonna have some (kiddos pls close your eyes and ears) smut scenes?đ„șđđŒđđŒđđđđđđđđ
HIHIHIHI I keep on smiling sheepishly as I read this đ thank you sooooo much for the amazing support you gave me. Itâs been a tough but wonderful journey as I wrote this story. Fun fact, I completed the draft of this fic like a year ago 2020 (like drafting the basic plot and main twist or storyline) and only come up with ending in mind this year haha. The process probably started somewhere in 2019 which means that this is a 2 year journey for me đł hahaha.
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Gawddddd!!!! AUTHOR NIM I CANT EVEN DESCRIBE WHAT IM FEELING RN!! I was literally a smiling mess at the epilogue I'm so in love with your writing đ gawd I can already imagine jimin and y/n having kids and living the life of "the most happiest family ever" I'm so happy đđđđ
Ps: don't worry I skipped chapter 28 :P XD
Hahahahaha you can read just the ending part of chapter 28 but itâs fine if you skip it all the way too đ€Ł Thank you soooo much for being on this journey with me till the end! Now I gotta find time to edit the chapter you wrote me hehehe ;)
What if y/n goes on a special 2 weeks to 1 month trip for like a painting course or something. How would Jimin survive with him being this cute with her just being away for couple of hours? đ„ș my heart đ„ș #yesimrereading
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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.
âWeâre getting married next week.â 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.
âAre you kidding me??â You say as soon as youâve calmed down.
His brows furrowed even more, clearly not understanding where his fault at.
âHow are we supposed to invite everyone if the weddingâs in a week?! Thereâs so much things to do!â You burst.
He rolls his eyes. âI 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.â
You stare at him, exasperated. âThatâs the point! Do you know how long it takes to pick a dress?â
Jimin continues with his food. âThen just call a designer to design one that you like.â
âThatâs not the point!â
He puts down his fork and spoon then. For a moment, you think heâs gonna snap. âThen what do you want me to do?â
âGive me.. three months?â You put on the best puppy eye.
âNot gonna happen.â
You pout. âTwo months?â
He stares at you then sighs. âA month and thatâs it.â
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 couldnât speak up. Because itâs a fact that you have no one. No parents and the only sibling you have.. you smile bitterly.
âHow about we become your maid of honor?â Jungkook suddenly spoke up. âOr more like.. best man of honor and weâll all walk you down the aisle?â
Jungkookâs 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. âUmm- I donât know Jungkook- itâs a kind of a sacred thing.. to.. you know, walk someone down the aisle.. itâs usually done by the family member..â
âBut we are her family now! We can walk her if we want to.â Jungkook says.
âOnly if youâre okay with it-â Hoseok says quickly.
You glance at Jimin for a fleeting second, his expression only telling you the decision is yours. You smile at Jungkook whoâs sitting on your right. âYou guys are my family now. Of course Iâd love to.â And they all broke into a smile and you canât help grinning too, especially when Namjoon flashes a huge dimpled smile as he nods reassuringly at you.
And thatâs 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 mustâve 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 thereâs some inside jokes the audience wouldnât 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, âI do.â 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.
âIf it isnât the beautiful bride.â Someone says and suddenly your body is separated from Jimin perhaps for the first time since he kissed you at the altar, as heâd been holding you by the waist all the time since then. The person pulled you into a hug, taking you by surprise.
âAlright, thatâs enough hogging my wife.â Jimin pulls you back towards him and you could finally see it was Jaehyun.
âHogging?â Jaehyun laughed. âThe two of you look really great together.â 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.
âHey, donât look at me like that. Maybe I didnât really mean it back then.. but now I do. You guys really do look good together.â
âYeah you did kind of.. confused me back then.â You say.
He chuckles. âWell, I was just trying to let your husband know what a lucky bastard he is. Glad he knows before itâs too late.â He winks at you.
You almost fight a shudder. Jimin snorts, much to Jaehyunâs amusement.
âAlright, we have some other guest to meet.â Jimin says.
âThank you for coming, Jaehyun.â
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 itâs gonna be perfect this time.
It was perfect at first, really.
Except later, some crazy girl broke into the event, claiming she is Jiminâs girlfriend. You described Jiminâs expression at that time as âif looks could killâ. 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, whatâs 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 âquick heat sessionâ in the dressing room against the dressing table.
You finally came to quit as Jiminâs 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 ârenewed weddingâ. When you confronted him asking why, he simply said because itâs 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 youâre working.
He also remains true to his word about stepping out of the mafia world, only working on paperwork and official documents until heâs 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 wasnât easy, even when you first met your husband, it hadnât 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 couldnât help turning into a grin when another fond memory comes into your mind. Itâs the day you almost faint when you saw a huge portrait of you hanging on the hallway of the house.
âJimin, are you kidding me??â You burst out, jaw dropping simply at the size of it and just by how outrageous it is.
âWhat? No I am not kidding. My wife is beautiful and I appreciate beautiful arts.â He winks at you.
You threw a scandalous look at him. âJimin? That is?? Gross? I donât think I can stand walking around the house if it has a portrait of me hanging on the wall.â
âOkay. Iâll just put it in my office room then.â 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 whoâs staring fondly at the portrait. âJimin-ah, do you not need your eyes anymore?â
And thatâs just one of the few of your husband being obsessive of you.
âY/N!â 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 youâre chasing your dream, your husband whoâs 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 donât think youâll 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 heâs 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 youâre happy. Youâre finally happy. And itâs enough.
-THE END-
A/N: AAAAAA CANT BELIEVE ITS ENDED!!!!!! First of all Iâm sorry I didnât release the chapter yesterday, I am super busy this weekend so I didnât have time to finish the two chapters in time. I am really really sorry đ„ș but itâs out now đ€Ł
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Also I wanna sincerely say thank you to every single one of you who has read this story till the end. I apologise for anything lacking and I'll definitely come back with better works! Much love to each one of you who has liked, reblogged this story and left me soooooooo much kind words in my inbox sometimes I literally cried reading it, it's such a huge motivation for me to do the thing I like.
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TW: And itâs all smut for yall (I really sincerely wrote this I hope you guys don't think it's just another explicit content on the net lolol but fr tho i hope you guys can really get into all the details <3) oh p/s if you just wanna skip the smut part, you can skip until almost the end part đ€Ł
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You let out a giggle as soon as he utters those words, echoing your own wishes back at the bar earlier today.
Once he reaches the bedroom, he places you on the bed gently and hovers above you as he leans back in to kiss you, a smile on his lips.
Youâre quite convinced that your heart is beating at an abnormal rate right now.
Excited, you return his kiss eagerly and feels his smile against your kiss. You canât help but smile too, you think youâre addicted to kissing him now. His hands reaches for your blouse and your heart hammers when he slowly unbuttons them one by one.
You let out a moan when his fingers graze your breasts, your body arching automatically. Deepening the kiss, your hands reach his lower back and you pull his hips closer to you, making his hard erection grazes your own clothed core.
Thereâs a low rumble coming from his chest that escapes his lips from the contact and he bites down your lower lip with a little more force, making you groan. He pulls back to glare at you.
âYou really drive me crazy.â He says and then his hands tug the collar of his shirt as he pulls it swiftly through his head, saving both of you the trouble of unbuttoning them.
You gulp in awe as his upper body comes fully into view, never really coming into term just how beautiful his body is, sculpted to perfection without a single flaw. His skin is fair, his abs toned perfectly as ever, and the deeply etched v line almost making you unable to tear your eyes away. Heâs just so gorgeous.
He notices the lustful look in your eyes and itâs like something shifted between the two of you. He takes in the sight of you and curses under his breath.
âYouâre so sexy,â he murmurs as he leans back in, takes your lips once again but this time more intensely and you blush crazily. He kisses you hungrily like heâs never tasted you before, his tongue exploring your mouth fervently. Youâre out of breath really quickly and he continues to suck and pull on your lips, bruising them and you feel it getting swollen from his ministrations but you donât mind them one bit.
He pulls back but doesnât break the kiss, instead his hands reach forward to your blouse and tears it off you completely.
Once he discards the shirt, he pulls back to look at you in just your bra and licks his lips. âYouâre fucking gorgeous.â He cusses before leaning back in to swiftly pull your bra down, exposing your breasts. Your left breast has his mouthâs attention as he sucks and licks around your nipple while his hand cups the other one, fondling it sensually, making your body arch automatically as pleasure spreads through your body like wildfire.
You feel another gush of arousal when he lightly bites down on your nipple, making your feet curl against the satin bedsheet underneath you.
He briefly comes up to kiss you again, saliva coating his swollen lips while both his hands gropes your breast harshly, like heâs never going to get enough of them. You briefly prop yourself up and Jiminâs hands are quick to discard your red lace bra off you.
If youâd known Jimin would make love to you tonight youâd probably wear a lingerie set even more expensive and even sexier than this but you couldnât bring yourself to think about it anymore. Not when his lips are trailing hotly down your body, tracing open mouth and wet kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, and then proceeds to kitten lick between the valley of your breasts, down to your stomach.
You squirm under his touch when his hands reach the waistband of your skirt, shimmying it down slightly. âHold still baby.. or Iâll punish you if you donât.â
You swallow but tries hard to remain still as his fingers find the zip of your pencil skirt and swiftly unzips your skirt down to the hem of it. All that is left is for you to lift your hips a little and the flimsy material is discarded off you.
Jimin lets out a groan when he sees your wet underwear. Youâre literally soaked down there.
âGod damn it, youâre so wet already-â he says, voice raspy.
âJimin- ah!â You whimper when he runs his fingers up and down your clothed core.
âI could just slip right into you right now.. would you like that baby? My dirty wife.. youâve been asking for it so much..â he says as he starts palming your heated core, putting more pressure against your sensitive skin.
âLift your ass baby-â he says and you willingly oblige his order. He swiftly pulls your underwear off you and youâre now completely naked, bare of anything against his scrutiny.
âGod fuck youâre so fucking beautiful,â he grunts and then he dives down and places his head right between your thigh.
You donât think youâll ever get tired of seeing your husbandâs beautiful face between your thigh.
Leaning even closer to your core, you let out a moan when he places an experimental lick on your pussy lips.
His hands hold each side of your waist firmly as he leans back in to run his tongue over your pussy once again, making you quiver.
âI love how youâre so responsive to me-â he says and then without warning his tongue delves in and your whole body arches from the sensation.
His tongue swirls in and continues to explore your inside, and you chant his name when he finds your G-spot.
Heâs fervent in attacking you with his sinful tongue, and your body starts to shake as the pleasure starts to become unbearable. Your eyes almost lolls to the back when he pulls away from your pussy, licking all the way up to your sternum.
âJimin!â You gasp when he suddenly pushes a finger inside you. Hitting you as deep as he can, as liquid continues to pour out of you and he hums appreciatively. You bite down lower lip when he adds in another finger, thrusting slowly at first before mercilessly pushing in and out.
âYou like that baby?â He whispers, voice low and raspy.
Your hands grip his shoulders tightly. âJimin- itâs too much-â you say when he starts adding another finger.
He tsks at you. âI need to stretch you out baby or you wonât be able to take me in.â
Your eyes widen and then you gulp at his words. Youâve never blown him or even seen him in full glory before, but you know enough that heâs big. He continues his thrusts inside you and the pressure starts building in, the coil in your stomach threatening to snap.
And when your fingernails start scraping his shoulder, Jimin increases his pace.
âJimin- Jimin- Iâm close-â you chant his name.
And he keeps working his fingers until your whole body tensed, fingers gripping the bedsheets beneath you tightly, your vision blinding as the coil in your stomach finally snaps. Your whole body quivers from the overwhelming sensation.
Your husband watches you in amusement as you ride through your high, his fingers that are wet with your slick running over your thigh up and down daintly. It takes a while before your breathing finally evens out, your body calming down.
He moves and hovers above you while his fingers reach up to your lips. Returning his darkened gaze, you part your mouth and takes his wet fingers into it and swirling your tongue over it, licking it clean. His jaw clenches as he watches you, lust clouding his eyes even more if thatâs even possible. The image of your sinful mouth taking his fingers deeply is making another rush of blood runs down to his hard rock cock. He could only groan when he pictures your mouth taking his cock fully.
You look straight at him, returning his intense gaze. âThereâs something I want to do.â You say, eyes glinting with determination.
You donât give him any time to response before you push him off the bed gently by the shoulder.
He continues to stare at you as he stands by the bed and you crawl over the bed until youâre sitting on the edge. Slowly, you position yourself till youâre kneeling on the edge of the bed. His crotch inches away from your face making you blush.
You have a brief fight or flight moment with your face being this close to his hard on but you really want to give this to your husband.
So you look up at him as your slowly run your hands up and down over his clothed erection. His jaw clenches tightly as he swallows thickly.
You swiftly unzips his pants, leaving him in only his CK boxer, looking so sinfully. You swallow as he steps out of the material pooling at his feet. He is huge, making you wonder briefly if they could all fit in all your holes.
All of a sudden you have no idea what to do. Do you hold it with your hand first? Or takes it all in your mouth?
Looking up, you see him staring back down at you, jaw rigid. âAre you going to make me wait?â
You shake your head vigorously and leans in to close the proximity before putting him all the way into your mouth, for as deep your mouth can take.
âFuck!â He hisses. âBaby, slow down-â he gasps, fingers tangling into your hair in an attempt to exert some control.
You pull out slowly as you stare up at him, feeling slightly sorry. This time, you give kitten licks all over while your hand comes up to stroke his length, never forgetting the balls as well.
He inhales a sharp intake of breath when you let saliva drips past your lips onto his shaft, lubricating it. Your tongue running up and down as your husband stares at you with eyes blown wide. When itâs wet enough, you waste no time swallowing him whole again and a string of curse words escape his lips, making your shoulders raise in confidence.
You watch as his thigh muscles flex while his cock seems to grow larger in size as you take it to a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down while your hand helps with areas your mouth couldnât reach.
âFuck- shit baby, youâre so good at this-â he says, breathing labored.
You continue to swallow him whole, testing your limit, your cheeks hollowing to suck him deeper. Another plethora of curse falls from his lips, his fingers carding your hair with more force which only sparks your determination to pleasure him. You increase the pace and his head tips back, eyes almost lolling back.
âBaby-â he calls in between heavy breath, âLet go, I donât wanna cum in your mouth.â
You canât deny the slight disappointment, youâre determined to make him come undone. Some other day then, you think as you slowly withdraw your mouth, torturously and finally releases his head with a pop.
He swallows before returning his composure. âGo lie back down.â He orders.
Heart thumping, you crawl back up the bed eagerly and he follows you after. You let out a gasp when he suddenly spreads your legs apart widely. He puts his hand in his mouth then runs it a few times over your slick before guiding his cock over your entrance. You moan as you feel the thrill of sensation when he runs it up and down, lubricating its tip.
And then, eyes looking straight at you, he thrusts in slowly and you both curse, your fingers unconsciously gripping his shoulders hard. He gives you a few moments to adjust before he increases his pace. He starts thrusting faster, your hands move to hold his arms as he snaps mercilessly.
Your head tilts back as you feel the pressure building and a moan escapes your lips when his hand reaches forward to cup your breast.
âYou feel so good, God- so fucking good-â he pants as he pushes himself right to the hilt inside you. His cock hitting the cervix that you could feel it in your stomach.
He continues like that for quite a moment, slowing down at times but hitting it even deeper, making you shudder at the pleasure before snapping hard again, making you both out of breath.
You really compliment his stamina and youâd give it all to bask in the infinite pleasure but you feel your tights walls start to clench and Jimin mustâve felt it as his eyes shut, almost on the verge of cumming from the sheer pleasure.
âOh God Jimin, Jimin-â
âNot yet baby, youâre not cumming yet-â he says as he slows his pace, rolling his hips against you. And then he bottoms out of you completely and your walls involuntarily clenched from the emptiness.
âCome on. On all fours baby.â He commands. Sweats beaded on his forehead and several of his bangs sticks on his forehead that he flips away immediately. Perhaps youâre too busy staring at him and he finds you too slow that he swiftly flips you, making you gasp.
He lifts your ass in the air and your heart pounds, excited from the way heâs about to take you in. Your legs part, your body arches, ready to serve him.
He hums appreciatively at the way youâre prostrating in front of him, ass in all glory just waiting for him to pound.
And he didnât make you wait for long as he lines his cock to your pussy and begins thrusting.
He then leans in and hugs your body, hands across your breasts as his thrusts slows down. His lips nips at your neck while his laboured breathing against your ear. You moan loudly because you just love it when he thrusts slowly but it hits so deep to the hilt in you.
And then suddenly, he takes his breath, straightens his body, places his hands on each side of your waist before he starts to thrust so rough that at one point your face is buried against the pillow.
âYou look so fucking beautiful like this-â he starts picking up his pace again, his hip snapping hard against you, thrusting so rough that at one point your face is smashed into bed.
For a moment, only loud moans, harsh breathing and the sound of skins lapping can be heard within the four walls as Jimin continues to fuck you into oblivion that night.
You could feel the pressure building rapidly in your stomach. âOh God Jimin Iâm- please-â you beg as your fingers grip the bedsheet beneath and crumpling it into a fist, trying to withstand the overwhelming pain and pleasure.
He slows down again then as be bends down, his fingers coming up above yours as he let your fingers relax while he kisses your ear.
He pulls out entirely for what feels like the hundredth time that night and flips you over gently. You could already feel your sore behind as it comes in contact with the bed.
Jimin doesnât waste time dipping down to kiss you again, taking your mouth deeply as he lowers himself too and his still hard standing erection poking at your entrance.
When he lifts his head, you watch him insert his own fingers into his mouth, salivating it completely and thrusting it into your pussy without warning, making you gasp.
He kisses you again, muffling your moan as his cock enters you again, filling you up completely. He hovers above you and he picks up his pace, fucking you in missionary.
The pressure in your stomach builds within no time and your hands reach behind his shoulders, nails digging into his shoulder. He takes your lips again, both your moans muffled into the intense kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him closer.
It doesnât take long until the both of you are nearing its peak. He thrusts you faster as louder moans fills the room.
âFuck-â he curses.
âJimin Iâm close-â your fingernails dig his skin even deeply, body arching.
âMe too fuck-â
And the both of you climaxed right then and there. You cry out his name as he chants I love you to you. And then for a moment only harshed breathing is heard as the two of you rides out the ebbing pleasure.
His forehead touches yours, his gaze loving. âYou okay baby?â
You nod. And then you break into a smile. âI love you.â
He smiles too. âAnd I love you.â
And you couldnât help the grin that forms against your lips.
The both of you takes time basking in the afterglow from intense lovemaking, just slowly waiting for breathing to slow down and heartbeats calming.
âGod, I swear I love you so much. How could I be so blind before?â His fingers come up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze fond.
âYouâre an idiot.â You chuckle. âI donât know why and would never understand the reason you waited for so long. You really made me worried.. and thinks of all sorts of things..â
He chuckle and his index finger lightly taps your forehead. âI donât know whatâs going on in your head but if you think I didnât touch you because I donât want you, you are dead wrong.â
âThen why-â
He takes a breath. âRemember when weâre at the hospital? I asked the doctor about... sex.â He pauses and gauges your reaction. No doubt your cheeks are flushing red. âAnd he told me itâs a few months before youâre good to go. And I swear I would stick to it because I donât want to harm you in any way. And this.. you had me breaking my own rules. Plus, I.. Iâm afraid youâre still traumatised from being touched. You know..â
You fall silent at this. And suddenly the memory of almost being raped comes flashing in your mind. You donât realize your body flinching as you remember it.
Suddenly, Jimin leans in to kiss your forehead tenderly and all the bad memories wiped away instantly. âAnd then one day youâre just.. so determined to have sex with me oh god-â he laughs, shoulders shaking.
You hit his arms. âYouâre so cruel. I swear I thought you were a priest.â
He chuckles and then he stops smiling as he stares deeply at you. âDo you know how hard it was to control myself?â He says, fingers running over your skin daintly, making goosebumps rise. âIf only you know how hard I get just by seeing in your nightwear.. God damn it.â
You giggle. âItâs your own fault.â
He lightly taps your nose, a grin on his lips.
âYou really were holding yourself back before though.â
âWhy, I take that as youâre satisfied with tonightâs service, maam?â He teases, making you roll your eyes with your cheeks flushing red.
You run you fingers slowly across his cheek and then thumbs his lips. âI think Iâm addicted to your touch now.. And I used to be innocent, not knowing anything about the world. Youâve turned me insatiable, Mr. Park...â you narrow your eyes naughtily.
He smirks. âOh I am the monster..â his face inches closer towards yours and then he playfully licks the tip of your nose. You body trembles from laughter.
âI think we have to mend our contract now.â You say softly once youâve calmed down.
âIâve already burned it.â He says nonchalantly.
What? Your eyes went wide. âDoes it mean Iâm not gonna get my 5 million?â
âYour 5 million?â He laughs. And when he finally stops, he lightly pecks the corner of your mouth. âEverything that is mine is now yours.â
And your heart skips a beat. Not because youâre ecstatic about his money but when all of a sudden billions of money and assets are being dumped on you, itâs an automated reaction.
âUnconditionally.â He adds, with a wink and you just canât help but smile. âY/N?â
âHmm?â
âLetâs get married again.â
âAll of a sudden? Why? The one we did is invalid?â You fake a gasp. âNo! Donât tell me weâve been living in sin!â
He taps your head softly. âYou idiot. Of course it is... I just.. this time I wanna tell everyone.. bring everyone.â
âEveryone?â
âEveryone. So that everyone knows youâre my wife.â
You donât say anything immediately and he just gazes at you all the time.
âOkay.â You say after a while.
âOkay.â He repeats.
âI love you.â
âAnd I love you too.â He says as he buries his head into your neck.
Also, please donât feel bad to post shorter lengths. Itâs totally ok. I understand and will always respect any authorâs decisions to such đ„ș you did well đ„șâš (frustrated with these two but yes this chapter was đ„đ„đ„)
Thank you so much for understanding đ„ș itâs a little bit hectic these 2-3 days for me as well as the upcoming few days. Iâm really worried I wouldnât be able to update in time but Iâm trying super hard so I hope everything goes well hehe đ
Itâs almost the end of the year and winter has come with full coldness. But you donât 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. Itâs the night of the company dinner, and youâre invited to join other staffs. It took some time to persuade your husband but eventually, he gives in.
âDo you really have to go?â He stood beside you when youâre sitting in front of your dressing table, putting on some nightcream before you head to sleep a few nights ago.
âIâve never had any company dinner before.. and I really want to experience it once..â
âHmm.. how about dinner with me instead? Itâs still a company dinner since Iâm your boss.â
You narrowed your eyes at him. âThat doesnât count. I have dinner with you every night.â
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.
âWhy donât you come to the gathering?â
He scoffed. âNo employee ever wants the boss to be at a company dinner.â
So thatâs how you end up going to the gathering without your husband. He did send you off and told you heâll pick you up as well.
âSo.. Chris and I had been talking.. and.. weâve decided to get married next month.â Irene says, eyes sparkling.
âOh my God!â Your hand clasp your mouth. âOh my God congratulations!â You pull her into a tight hug as she grins.
âThank you, Mrs. President!â She teases and you smack her arms. Sheâs never called you that before, only once perhaps and you told her off immediately. âShare me a tip or two later.â She winks.
Your cheeks redden. âI donât have anything to share..â
âOh come on! That is obviously such a lie!â
You roll your eyes. âOkay, we need a drink to celebrate this. Come on!â
She rolls hers as well but continues to pour drinks for the two of you, clinking your glass before downing it one shot.
âOoh, way to go girl!â
And the night goes for a long time, that right after the dinner, thereâs 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. Youâve never had the opportunity before. But youâre content enough observing and watching peopleâs antics. And then not to mention, the drinking session that goes on for two, three, four rounds. You think theyâre endless. But you do enjoy the night so far. You think youâve had your fill of laughter for a week now.
Youâre not sure how many glasses youâve downed now, but you know itâs a lot. Youâve consumed more alcohol tonight than your twenty three years of life combined. Youâre starting to get tipsy (definitely not drunk) when youâre starting to feel a little too hot.
âGod, itâs hot.â You mutter.
Youâre wearing a button down pastel pink blouse matched with a cream pencil skirt. You unbutton your blouse a little.
âUnnie, youâre married right?â 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 whoâs sitting beside Mina nods enthusiastically. âI heard your husband is really rich. What does he do?â
You bite your lips, contemplating whether to tell them your husband is the CEO of the company theyâre working at. Theyâre fairly new interns, having entered the company sometime early this month. You donât particularly hide the fact that youâre the CEOâs wife, but you donât necessarily flaunt it either so itâs pretty common for newbies not to know it.
âHeâs a.. CEO.â You settle on saying and Minaâs eyes go round.
âYouâre so lucky to have a rich husband! I have no idea why you still wanna work.â She pouts. âIf itâs me I wouldâve just stayed at home, doing anything I want at home.â
âMe too, me too. Or perhaps go shopping all day.â Chaerin chirps in.
You could only smile hearing them. You donât think you have it in you to just sit at home and spend all of Jiminâs money although your husband would probably like the idea very much.
âItâs okay. Youâll find one too.â You nod encouragingly at Mina.
She scoffs. âWhere am I gonna find one? The most handsome CEO Iâve ever met is our CEO. Shame that heâs married.â
You become alert as your husband suddenly becomes the topic of conversation.
âAgreed. Us single ladies could only drool over him. I wonder how Mr. President and his wifeâs sex life be like.â Chaerin smiles wickedly, raising her eyebrow twice.
Why would these people be curious about that?? You look at them in horror but theyâre too busy imagining to notice your expression.
âMust be nice.. I mean, Mr. Park is so handsome, and his body is to be drooled over. Iâd probably have sex with him everyday if I was married to him.â Mina says.
You snort. As if. Itâs almost a year of marriage with Jimin and youâre practically still a virgin.
âItâs so gross to drool over someoneâs husband but heâs so hot- ugh.â Chaerin says.
Mina nods in agreement. Itâs no surprise to hear people crushing on your husband. Youâve heard people gushing over him so much youâre almost used to it. But you never thought theyâd 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 Minaâs shoulder. âItâs okay Mina. You can still seduce him.â
W-what? You choke on your drink, almost spluttering.
Chaerin laughs, seeing your expression. âWhat? You donât think heâll stay faithful forever to his wife? No matter how loyal he is.. with a little bit of seduction, he wouldnât 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.â
âI- I donât think- I mean- his wife-â you start to say but she cuts you off.
âEy~ what do you think a year of marriage can do to a wife? Once they stop dressing up for their husband, itâs all over.â
Is it really? Is that the reason why your husband wonât touch you? Youâve been longing for Jiminâs touch and the fact that he just wonât do it makes you think of all sorts of things. Youâre almost on the verge of crying.
So you reach for more alcohol, pouring few drinks for yourself, downing them all in one shot.
âOh God, Mr. Park.â Someone whispers, youâre not sure if itâs 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. âOh, itâs my husband.â
You could almost see from the corner of your eyes, Mina and Chaerinâs 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.
âItâs okay, just go ahead and continue. Iâm just here to pick up my wife.â He smiles politely and nods. You think Minaâs jaw dropped while Chaerinâs hand clasped her mouth. He looks down at you. âMrs. Park? You ready to go home?â
You pout and shake your head. âWhy donât you come and join me drink?â
He stares at you for a few moment. Then he pulls your arm and youâre 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.
âYouâre drunk.â He states.
You shake your head. âNo no no. Iâm not.. I just had two.. three.. four? Or five glasses..â you say through a slur. And then you hiccup. âOops.â
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. âNo.â You shake your head.
He narrows his eyes at you. Jaw slightly clenching.
You suddenly straighten yourself and looks at him seriously. âYou.â You point your finger at him, taking him by surprise. âYou said you loved me.â
He frowns. Perhaps wondering where youâre going with this. âI do.â
Itâs your turn to narrow your eyes at him. âThen why?!â You say, voice slightly raised.
âWhy what?â He frowns.
âWhy wonât you touch me?!â 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. âYou know thatâs not what I meant!â
Youâre starting to get more vocal about your annoyance. The alcohol helping you to spill everything thatâs been frustrating you.
And when he doesnât reply, you continue your outburst. âI meant sex! Why wonât you fuck me until I see the stars and into oblivion? Why are you holding out?!â 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.
âBaby, youâre drunk.â He says calmly.
You glare at him. âIâm not.â 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 youâre still at the bar. âSee? Iâm not drunk.â
You donât really intend for the kiss to come off as intense as that in the short span of time. Perhaps a little, because youâre trying to tell him what youâve been wanting from him for so long. But you think the kiss is innocent enough, or at least thatâs what your alcohol induced mind tells you.
But Jiminâs eyes tell you otherwise. The way you kissed him had made him hard. And youâre quick to notice the dark glint in his eyes.
He narrows his eyes for a fleeting second. âLetâs go. Iâm taking you home.â 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.
âYou drive me crazy sometimes.â He mutters under his breath.
Your breath hitches, together with another hiccup. âI like driving you crazy.â
He stares at you and then lets out a huge breath, like heâs 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.
Youâre awake only when you hear his voice beside your ear.
âBaby? Wake up, weâre home.â He says.
Your eyes flutter open and your vision slowly recurs. He wraps you in your coat swiftly and then heâs 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, youâre 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. âJimin?â
âHm?â
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. âI want to do it with you.â
His breath catches but heâs quick to recompose himself. He swears he just finds you so adorable but then he decides to tease you. âDo what?â
You stare at him in mortification. Does he really wants you to say it aloud? You hesitate for a moment before giving in. âI.. I want to.. make love with you.â 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. âY/N, youâre drunk. I donât want our first time to be while youâre drunk.â He shakes his head.
âI.. I just donât understand.. I.. I mean.. weâve 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 weâre.. you.. I mean.. you wonât touch me and-â youâre just ranting by now.
He stares into your eyes all the while youâre 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.
âI donât know what kind of things did Mina or Chaerin brainwashed your head with, but itâs not for the reason youâre thinking about.â
âReally?â
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 itâs 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 isnât 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 itâs so close to your husbandâs erection.
He runs his tongue over your bottom lip and lightly bites it for one last time before he drawls.
Your breath uneven and Jiminâs 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.
âCome on.â 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.
âWhere are you taking me?â
His lips quirk but doesnât answer, only a mischievous look on his face.
âTo our bedroom?â You dare to ask.
He tries to stifle his smile. âYes.â
Your heart races. âTo bed?â
âYes.â
âTo.. sleep?â
He chuckles. âNo baby. To fuck you until you see the stars and into oblivion.â
And your heart couldnât beat any faster when he says that.
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
Author nim.. uhm I'm mean I'm really happy to write this bonus chapter but.. I don't want it to be public... Cuz I'm not that confident.. u know I'm not a fanfic writer that's why so I just want u to see it.. how can I do that?
OUH. Ohhh umm Iâm not quite sure if thereâs a tumblr feature that allows you to share your post only for certain people. Or you can post somewhere and send me the link? đ„ș
