“I still love you is the saddest *ing sentence in the entire world.”- unknown
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“Did you tell her about us?” Jimin quivers his head as he observes the woman who sat on the blue sofa squirming with her hands in her lap. He adored her and yearned for her to be the one he had married. But things weren’t as superficial as they appear. Even after he thought getting help was going to benefit him, it didn’t. Jimin inches forward to her and intertwines both their hands jointly. “Baby, I love you. You’re the only one in my heart. You know that don't you? I will resolve this; just be patient,” she cast a skeptical glance at him. His gaze was meaningful. His pupils dilated, as she caught a sparkle of affection in them.
“Jimin… I know. But-,” she halts, her voice thick with fear. “I'm scared. Frightened that you will fall for her and forget your promise, forget me. I won't be able to see you again, hold you, witness you laugh, or smile at you.” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ears. Their eyes locked in a shared understanding. “I know, I'm terrified too, but all I care about is you and that's all. Nothing else matters.”
“I know,” Areum whispers slowly, her lips brushing his slightly when she leans towards him. Jimin felt a glimmer of happiness as Areum hugged herself in his arms.
Whenever he is with her, he feels delighted. He loves how her floral fragrance intoxicates his nose and body whenever he is near her; Jimin loves how her endearing divine voice chimes like a melody to his ears when she speaks. He loves her delicate warm body that brushes against his; especially when he pulls her in for a cuddle. He felt delighted by how she beams with her eyes whenever she gazes at him; it drives him mad in a good way. He treasures those emotions and will do anything to see them. Drawing out of the hug, Areum's lips meant Jimin's lips.
She had an expression of sadness and confusion as the thoughts about what transpired six years back accessed her mind. Why did he still love her? The idea of taking advantage of Jimin. She didn't feel proud about it, but this is the only way to conceal her misery. She doesn't enjoy ruining Jimin's marriage life; it is not her intention, but she is envious. Jimin has something she craves for. Jimin's hands travel up her thighs where he engrosses it tightly.
Areum moans when she feels Jimin bite her bottom lips, exploiting the opportunity; Jimin quickly plunges his tongue into her mouth, sucking on her tongue. Laying the girl on the couch he hovers over her. He felt a drunken happiness when they stopped kissing and gaped at each other. His eyes twinkling as he stares at the woman under him. He appreciates viewing her from this position. Although his mind told him this was wrong; that he was a married man, his heart said something else, something he rather listened to.
Areum belts her hands around Jimin's slender waist, tightening him close to her body. She stares at his plump lips as she draws her bottom lips between her teeth. Her amber eyes trace his lips seductively. As their bodies link, she withdraws her hands from around his abdomen and gently enfolds her arms around his neck, tugging him closer to her, causing their lips to touch and kiss each other passionately. As their mouths moved in synchronization, she felt his bulge pressed against her genital, making her want him more.
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After staying overtime, your hour was now over, and it was time to go home. You walk to your car. Just as you were nearly about to get in, you hear your name being shouted by a familiar voice. Swirling around your sight meets your boss running towards you.
“Mrs. Park, here you forgot your phone,” he was breathing hard. His chest rose and fell with rapid breath as he handed you the phone. Happiness resonates through him when you thank him with a smile. Your beauty was out of this world, you had a decanter shaped waist which was shaped perfectly. Your flawless complexion glossed in the sun like Edward when he stood in the sun. Your straight eyebrows ease down gently to your black, almond-eyes, your full eyelashes blink when your tongue is wetting over your lips. Your ears were those of a seraph, beautiful and perfect as if you were an angel from heaven. And your button nose was so perfect he didn’t believe it was real.
He loved when you broke into a smile, because he could view those beguiling oyster-white teeth of yours. Which were so perfect and beautiful to look at. He watched as your fingernails ran through your dark black hair showing your beautiful forehead.
He wondered what your glossy pink lips taste like; strawberries probably, he smirked at that thought. Your demure personality was something he loved about you. And your voice was as soothing as morning birds, chirping with sweet melodies whenever you spoke. He loves your body aroma; fresh lily of the valley, and earthy patchouli.
“See you tomorrow, Mrs. Park,” he winks and takes off. You shake your head as a little chuckle escapes. Unlocking the car door, you get in settling your bag down in the passenger seat. Opening your contact, you scroll through them. Tapping your mother’s number, you dial it. You want to check on the kids. You missed them and want to know how they are doing.
“Hey sweetheart,” answers your mother. You smiled. The sound of her voice always had a way to make you light up. “Hey, Mama.”
“Wanna speak to your munchkins?”
“Yeah.” After a second or three of silence, an adorable celestial voice spoke. “Hey baby.”
“Hey mommy,” Ara replies.
Hearing Ara's voice brought a ray of happiness to you. “How are you doing?” You ask. Ara tilts her head, considering what to say. She mops her lips as she scratches her head.
“I’m okay, Mommy. How are you?” Feeling the fiery burn from your cheeks, you press a hand to your cheeks. “Mommy is good. Where is your brother?”
“Oh, he’s napping. Mommy, can you get McDonald's for us?”
“Okay, Mommy will get McDonald's, okay?” Ara nods.
“Mommy.”
“Yeah Ara,” you say. “Mommy, why hasn't daddy contacted to check on us?”
“Um… honey, your dad is busy, but I’m sure he will call.” Ara nods her head and hands grandma the phone. “Sweetheart?” your mom says, positioning the phone to her ear.
“Yeah, Mama.”
“Honey, are you and Jimin doing okay?” You took in a sharp breath at the question. You don't want to tell your mother that you and Jimin didn’t get married because love was there, or that you two are only together because of the kids. You knew she would freak out and tell you to leave him.
“Yes, Mama.” You swear she mumbled something, but you couldn’t take hold of it. “See you later mom,” You hang up the phone after you hear her say bye. Shoving the phone back in your bag, you sat down comfortably in the driver's seat, thinking about what your mother had questioned.
Your mother had never asked you anything about your marriage. Even if she did, it is always how the kids are? How is Jimin? How are you? Questions like that. But now she was being skeptical. It troubled you.
Author's Notes: This chapter is brief, but I just wanted to introduce the relationship of Jimin, Yuna, Areum and Namjoon.