Full House PJM 🔞

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It wasn't until 7am that she finally managed to crawl through the front door of her house. Tired wasn't even the word for it. She was fucked.

Cleo was going insane thinking she had been abandoned, her mom and dad missing for over 14 hours seemed to have taken its toll and like the princess she was, decided to claw a hole into Y/N's new curtains that were hanging in the living room. But Y/N was too tired to even care.

The sun was already starting to rise by the time she crawled into bed. But as soon as she snuggled under the covers, she became fully aware that she was alone again.

Jimin had sent a text after he had won the tournament like he usually would, but that was at the point of the night that Y/N found herself on her hands and knees cleaning up someone's vomit from the floor, so she never had the opportunity to congratulate him.

She didn't want to admit it, but she missed him. For fear of sounding weak and needy, she kept her mouth shut everytime he left for another tournament or meeting out of town, just being the 'supportive fiancée' like she should. She would smile and wish him luck, when really she was wishing he would notice the pain of him leaving.

Letting herself only get four hours of sleep, she was up just in time for lunch to be served, their chef giving her a look of sympathy as he placed the one serving down on the table.

Even he had noticed how often she was left to be alone in the big house. He could definitely feel her loneliness. Just a shame her fiancé couldn't.

Glancing at the overly extravagant large clock on the wall of the dining room, she sighed seeing that it was approaching 1pm, giving her a little over an hour to get ready for the appointment with the wedding planner and Jimin the same amount of time to make it home.

She hoped he would make it in time. Of course she could sit down with the planner alone to start to prepare things for the wedding, but she didn't want to do that. It wasn't her wedding, it was theirs and she felt like if she was to plan it alone, she might as well just plan a party instead and hope that Jimin didn't notice there was no exchanging of vows.

After she had showered and cleared the dining table of any of their personal possessions, she laid out a few bridal magazines in preparation to at least be able to tell Franck the kind of aesthetics she liked, something that would reflect both man and wife.

Flipping through some of the pages as she patiently waited for the two of them to show up, the silence in the house was deafening. Even Cleo's purrs were echoing in from the living room. The chef was gone for the day, the maid was only there on weekdays and the ticking of the clocks were starting to drive her absolutely insane.

It's strange how loud silence can actually be.

Turning the page to see a bride grinning back at you, you couldn't help but match her smile, the dress she was modelling was stunning. A full length gown that was cinched in at the waist with head to toe lace finished off with a slim mauve silk belt. Just Y/Ns style. Not too flashy, not too plain. Just the right amount of elevance.

Getting lost in the details, Y/N wasn't even paying attention to the time anymore until she heard the echo of the front gate alarm around the room. Looking up to see a petite dark haired man in a soft top sports car staring right back at her through the screen.

Hitting the button to let him enter, she walked out onto the doorstep to be greeted by a man screaming at the top of his lungs as he looked up at the house.

"DARLING! You never told sister Franck that you were filthy rich! Not dirty rich my dear, no no, filthy, stinking, I pay someone to wipe my ass, RICH!"

"Nice to meet you too." Y/N laughed, walking down the steps to greet him. "But I wipe my own ass. It's my fiancé that's rich."

"Well it will be all yours soon." He said, waving her off and sauntering inside the house. "So I assume there will be no budget?"

"Um well, we haven't really discussed it." Y/N said, following behind him, taking note of the way he was lifting the corner of each painting on the walls like he was looking for a hidden safe. "The dining room is this way."

Guiding him into the grand formal dining room, she laughed at his high pitched whistle before he took a seat at the head of the table, slamming his books down on the hard surface before clapping his hands like he was summoning the devil.

"And where is the man of the hour darling? Does he not want his ideas to be included? He's not 90 and on bed rest or something is he?"

"No." Y/N laughed, sitting beside Franck. "He's young and healthy, he's just busy. He might make it but I'm not too sure."

"Well then darling, for his punishment for being tardy we shall spend all of his money on unnecessary things that we definitely don't need for the wedding. Like swans. But first! We need a date."

"Okay well definitely summer." Y/N breathed out. "But early summer. Like the spring, summer cusp."

"Perfect." Franck cheered. "So early June? How about the weekend of the 12th?"

Before Y/N could answer, both of their attention is drawn to the sound of the front door swinging shut before an exhausted looking Jimin comes gliding into the dining room, not sparing Franck a glance before sitting beside Y/N and pulling her face to his.

"I missed you." He whispered against her lips. "I'm sorry I'm late."

"You're here now." She smiles at him. "This is Franck. The wedding planner."

"Enchanté." Franck grins, extending his hand to Jimin across the table.

"So we thought June 12th for the wedding? How does that sound?" Y/N asks, trying to ignore the fact that Franck has a deathgrip on her fiancé's hand.

"It sounds perfect." Jimin smiles softly, settling his eyes on hers. "As long as I get to marry you, it doesn't matter when and where."

So I just want to make it clear that I am not misspelling Franck lol. It's pronounced like aunt, so he is Franck not Frank. Make sense?????