My Marriage Counselor (Jimin x Reader)

Chapter 2: A Full-Blown Inferno

Chapter 2: A Full-Blown Inferno

I'm in a daze. As we walk through the halls of the thirteenth floor, as we enter the elevator, as we exit the elevator into the lobby, I'm just trying to put one foot in front of the other. I hear the sound of my heels hitting the pavement in the garage, but that's all I can hear over the roaring thoughts in my head. I reach my brand new car that I just drove off the lot last week, the day they arrived, as an early birthday gift from Mark. He opens my car door for me and I look up at him warily, wondering if that whole "I love you, I want to work it out" thing was just a show for our therapist who just also happens to be the man I had sex with an hour ago.

"I was going to go to the store. What do you want for dinner?" I was thanking my stars that they had aligned and allowed us to drive separate cars because I was going to use the grocery store as a ruse to go back and talk to Jimin. I'm desperate to talk to him, see him, hold him, kiss him. Just that simple squeeze of my bottom still has my heart racing.

"How about we go out? We can go to the Grille." The Grille was our favorite restaurant and one of the hottest ones in town and yet we never needed a reservation. Perks of knowing the owner. We had tried basically everything on the menu, and the restaurant even named a drink after us. The Tuan Manhattan, which is essentially the "Perfect Manhattan" because we're the "perfect" couple. At least we were three years ago, when we actually went out for fun and not just because we were meeting Mark's new clients.

"Are we meeting someone there?"

"I know we haven't done much lately, just the two of us, but... can't a guy just take his wife out and feed her?" he says as his hand still rests on my door. "There were things we didn't get to in therapy... I thought we could discuss them."

"In public?"

"Our booth is hardly public, Y/N." I know he doesn't emphasize the "our" but I can't escape the way the word stands out in my head. And he's right, our booth is tucked into the corner with no one in close proximity.

I sigh knowing that I have no real reason why I can't share a meal with my husband... "Fine."

He presses a light kiss to my lips before I slide into my car. "I'll see you soon," he smiles at me before he leaves to find his car. I turn around, craning my neck to see if Mark is still within view of my car. When I've established that he's far enough away I reach for my phone. I toss the phone to the side and reach for my makeup bag pulling out a different cell phone. The cell phone that never leaves my side and if it does it's switched off and safely hidden at the bottom of my makeup bag inside of my purse buried under my mascara and lip stain. A bag that my husband would rather chew his own arm off than dig through. There's only one person that has this number and at this moment I'm desperate to hear his voice. I put the phone to my ear as it rings, my head resting against the steering wheel. I can't fight the tears building in my eyes as I hear the beginning of his voicemail.

"You've reached Dr. Park Jimin..." I hung up immediately knowing I wouldn't be able to get through a message without bursting into tears. Get ahold of yourself, L/N. I type out a text message, in hopes that he will see it and text me back before I get to the restaurant.

M wants to go to dinner. I might not be able to call you until after 7. Can you talk now?

I'm pulling out of my parking space when my cell phone beeps and I almost hit the car next to me as I reach for my phone. I have my foot on the break, halfway out of the spot when I see his message.

Emergency session after you. Can't talk now.

Call me when you can.

Call you? Won't your phone be off soon?