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“Why the hell I wasn’t invited?!”
A voice booming in the hallway. A loud grunt can also be heard after that, jolting the man in the shower. He turns off the water and grab the towel from the rail above the shower head. Not gonna lie, his heart does beats wild. He knows you usually calmly arrived home at this hour, but this is unusual. He walks out hastily without drying his body and his hair properly.
He then come into the view of your back, standing in the kitchen. One hand on your hips while the other is gripping the phone on your ear. You are so immersed in the conversation, you hasn’t put down your bag yet.
It has been almost 12 hours without seeing you and all Jimin ever wanted is to hold you. You look so warm and fuzzy with so many layers of clothing you’re wearing. Even the burgundy scarf on your neck is still intact. Must be a very heated conversation, Jimin thought.
“I used to be her friend and this is how she treated me? This world is unfair to kind people! I demand a refund!” You huffed as you throw in the empty water bottle into the sink. Coming back from a work to a news of your high school friend getting married is cool but what upsets you is that you aren’t invited.
“Whoa what is going on here?” Jimin is startled by your action. After he realized that you are fine he lets out a sigh. But he knew something isn’t right by the look on your face that you are sporting on right now. Knitted brows, frowning lips, and flushed face. You are upset. Not good.
“Hey babe,” he whispers softly while coming closer to you. He is unsure to either pulled you into a hug like always or to just give you space until you let out all the angry steam. But he ignored the latter as you slightly leaning into his embrace. Tilting your phone away as you let him land a kiss on your cheek.
“Exactly! I used to help her with mathematics! Who is the groom? Don’t tell me it’s the grouchy boyfriend of hers, she deserves so much better,” you continue on ranting with someone on the phone which Jimin assumed is your best friend, D.
He now stands in front of you, grabbing your bag from your hold, he mouthed the letter D which earned a nod from you. “Yea it’s Jimin. Babe, D said hi” you scan Jimin and you noticed he is wearing only a towel around his waist, skin still damp with wet hair.
“Tell her you’re home just fine and your husband wants to hold you. But he can’t because apparently whatever it is that you guys are discussing is way more important,” he raises his voice at the end of his sentence, purposely to let D hear him.
Jimin is sitting down on a chair by the kitchen island, not minding to put on a shirt yet because suddenly you feel his hands on your waist. Pulling you to sit on his lap.
Chuckling, you put your phone on loudspeakers as you placed it on the counter.
“Oi Jimin, it’s not everyday I got to gossip with my best friend. You’ve been hoarding her since forever.” Said D, your best friend of 16 years.
“Is it a crime for a man to hoard his own wife? D, are all those years of boarding school and sharing bed with my wife isn’t enough? If you’re lonely just let me introduce you to someone,” Jimin replied. His hold on your hips is tighter, so possessive, even with your own girlfriends he still feel the need to keep you to himself.
“Jimin,” you swatted at his hand. Reminding him not to talk like that to your friend. He only chuckles. You turn your head to face him, looking him in the eyes and muttered “that’s not nice,”. But he was distracted by your own lips to register the words you just said to him.
You know D would never mind it. Both of them always banter back and forth.
“Yea Jimin, that’s not nice,” D replied triumphantly because you are on her side.
Ignoring your best friend, Jimin softly pulls your face closer to his until your foreheads are touching. His plump lips, glistening probably from the shower is so tempting finally landed on yours. It was a soft kiss but loud enough to make your friend gag.
“Yuck, are you both teenagers?! That’s it, nobody’s listening anyway. I’m hanging up!”
You pulled away from the kiss, making Jimin pouted at the loss. You laughing as you’re staring at your phone. She really hang up. Reaching the phone, you’re thinking of texting her but Jimin holds your wrist.
“Nuh uh princess, you can’t kiss me and then ignore me after that, I’m sure she understands,” Jimin smirks as you look at him with a parting mouth.
“Kiss me again,” he closes his eyes and pouted his mouth to you. You scoffed and pushed his face sideways, trying to break free from his hold. He whines at your action and tighten his arms around your waist. Not letting you go.
“Are you really ignoring me now? After hours of not seeing each other? Yikes, she cold.” He sulks.
Jimin demands attention every time he can. At first you were a bit reluctant because you’re not an affectionate person. You’re never the first to initiate a skin contact with another person, it’s always the other way around. You don’t like the idea of people care about you because you’re so used to live on your own. You hated to be a burden to someone, so most of the time you choose to settle things on your own.
Meeting Jimin is like diving into a cold water. At first you went into a shock at how much this man love affection. He was introduced to you by Jungkook, another close friend, who was mildly worried that you will die alone with your cat.
Jimin cares and he cares so deeply, it aches you sometimes. Because you couldn’t fathom how someone like you deserve so much attention from him. He is the first one to notice your mood just by the slight change in your voice, he always reminds you that it is important to him that you let him know if you’re struggling.
“I know we can’t fix things immediately but I need you to trust me. I’m not asking to marry you because I want to fix you or anything, I want to marry you because I fell in love with your eyes when you smile, I love it when you crunched your nose at my dirtiest jokes, I love it when you’re unconsciously play with the hem of your shirt or blanket or your skirt. But I hate it when you wake up in the middle of the night and just staring outside the window, I hate it when you choose to cry at anywhere in the house that doesn’t have me in it. So please, let me love you,”
“Come back, love,” he whispers in your ears.
You were lost in your thoughts that you didn’t noticed Jimin is massaging your thighs. Snaking your arms on his neck, you shifted to sit comfortably on his lap, you kiss him on his cheek, as a reminder to yourself to keep appreciate this man.
“Wanna talk about whatever it is that you’ve discussed over the phone?” Jimin asks softly as he nudged his nose on yours.
You let out a sigh, “it’s nothing, really. Just a high school friend getting married, and I wasn’t invited,” you pouted. The thought of it still left a bitter taste in your mouth. How could she. And how childish you are.
“Who is it? Why are we so upset about this?” The use of we makes your heart melts again for him. It’s not his problem but Jimin is being the ‘your problem is mine too’ Jimin.
“First of all, I used to tutor her math, and I think, at least, that itself is enough to deserve a spot on her wedding guest lists. But nope,” your fingers are carding his wet hair. Handsome, always handsome, you thought to yourself.
He hums, “so we gonna hate her now?”
“Yes, but not hate, hate. Like, let’s hate her a normal amount. I’m just sad that I don’t even crossed her mind. I didn’t know about her wedding until D told me.”
“Well that’s not nice of her,” Jimin said. “when is her wedding?” He left a kiss on your shoulder.
“Next month,” you answered.
“Babe, you wanna crash a wedding with me?” You added with a mischievous glint in your eyes. But you both know for a fact that you’re too chicken to do that.
Jimin is cackling, and your body is vibrating with his. He laughs so hard that his cheeks puffed up so high, closing his eyes. His laugh is echoing in the whole house, and you laugh along.
That’s the thing about Jimin, he is contagious. His smile, his laugh, his love. At this cozy late evening, when the sun finally setting, when the world is at the transition of day and night, the stillness of cars in the traffic, the soft humming sound of your air purifier, the yellow light from the shower that he forgot to switch off because you’re his first priority, your husband, you’re lovely lovely lovely man.
“I love you so much Park Jimin,” you sigh, a content sigh.