Student Teacher. || P.JM ✔️

Epilouge

  
     A red beam of light shined through the window as I laid peacefully in bed. Jimin is supposed to be home soon, and I'm sort of nervous.

   We still haven't apologized to each other for what happened last night.

     It was a petty little argument, I don't even remember what it was about. But, we were throwing immature insults at each other back and forth.

    He left around noon for work without saying a word to me, and vice versa.

    I took some time to heal, and hopefully he did as well. I hope we can talk about it and move past it, so we can do better. I know we're better than this.

     I heard the keys at the door and I lightly jumped, adjusting my silk shorts I was wearing to lay a little more comfortable in bed.

    Shuffling noises filled the house meaning he was most likely taking off his jacket and shoes.

   I laid back down, pulling the soft blanket up to my shoulders to act like I am resting.

    While closing my eyes, his footsteps tapped along the floorboards leading into the room. It was obvious he was being gentle, since it's already 12 a.m he doesn't want to wake me.

   Still with my eyes closed, I heard him put something down on the nightstand next to me, turning on a light.

    I'm trying so hard not to open my eyes out of instinct.

    I heard him slipping off his clothes and some more noises before it stopped. I slowly felt his body heat, as I could tell he was leaning over my small frame while I 'slept'.

    "My baby," he whispered softly. I attempted to control myself and not get flustered so he wouldn't know that I'm awake.

    He raised his hand up to my face and dragged his thumb alongside cheek, moving a strand of hair out of the way.

    This is the time.

    I groaned lowly and blinked a couple times for a more realistic effect. I was soon met with the view of my beautiful husband.

    His hair dangled over me due to how close he is at the moment. I missed him, everything about him. His touch, his smell, even his voice.

    "Did I wake you up?" He spoke so gently, I struggled to hear him. He sounded broken. I shook my head no.

    "No, no it's okay." Showcasing a fake smile, I took my hand out from under the covers and laid it on top of his. I rubbed it a couple of times and held it closer to my cheek.

    I watched his eyes as they slowly started becoming glossy and glass like with tears, just like mine.

   "It's kind of cold in here, come lay down."

   He now nodded and carefully removed his hand from my cheek.

    Before walking over to the bed, he shut off the light. The bed sunk next to me.

    I turned around to face him.

  He sighed and looked down at my hand that was fiddling with the hem of the fleece.

    "You don't understand. Words can't explain how sorry I am. You—you know Y/N. You know how much I love and care about you. At least I hope you do." He collected himself for a brief moment, swallowing roughly.

   "I am anything but a man. I raised my voice at you which under no circumstance should be okay. I let the heat of the moment get to me without even realizing that the whole situation was all my fault. Everything, was my fault. Please, all I ask is that you forgive me."