My Marriage Counselor (Jimin x Reader)

Chapter 11: The Doctor Is In (Jimin's POV)

Chapter 11: The Doctor Is In

(Jimin's POV)

I am frantically pacing the length of my office, desperately trying to reach Y/N but to no success. Why isn't she answering her goddamn cell phone? This is getting fucking ridiculous. I call Jungkook for the tenth time since I woke up this morning.

"Still the same."

"She's still at her apartment?" I growl. "Why the fuck won't she pick up her phone?"

"I don't know, Dr. Park."

"Go in there and find out."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

No. But I haven't spoken to her in two days, and I'm going out of my mind. "Just call me, when she leaves," I bark into the phone before hanging up.

I pick up the phone and dial the familiar number. "Y/N..." I snap. "When you asked for this space, you failed to mention we wouldn't be talking either." I let the phone drop, hitting my leg as I try to keep my emotions in check. I put the phone back to my ear. "It's been four weeks, Y/N. I haven't seen you in four fucking weeks. I'm going insane... and now you're not talking to me? If this is you breaking up with me, at least have the courtesy to do so properly. I deserve that much," I say, hitting the end on my phone and slamming it down on my desk, desperately wanting to send it soaring against the wall.

"Dr. Park," the sound of Y/N's voice comes blaring through the intercom, and I resist the urge to throw that phone against the walls as well. I drop into my chair letting out a sigh.

"Yes Lisa?"

"Your eleven o'clock is here." Of course they are. Because now on top of all of this shit with Y/N, I have to counsel Mr. Erectile Dysfunction and Mrs. Cocktails at 8 a.m. I shake my head as I try and rid the constant turmoil in my life from my brain. How did things get so fucked with Y/N?

(Flashback: Four Weeks Prior)

It's been a day and a half since I left Hwasa's apartment. We'd had a amazing night together for Y/N's birthday and I fucked it up with one stupid comment. Why, Jimin? Why did you have to say that to her? Ever since, our calls have been brief, our texts lacking our usual flirty and sexual banter. I would do anything for her to just call me baby. You're acting like a pussy, Park. Man up. She's just pissed, but she loves you.

"Dr. Park, Mrs. L/N is here." My eyebrows raise to my hairline and my jaw falls open. She's here? In my office? Fuck me. What is she doing here?

"Send her in, please." I run a hand through my hair as the object of my affections as well as fantasies comes walking through my office door. She gives me a small smile and I'm on the move towards her immediately. I have her backed against the door, my lips on hers within a second. "I'm so sorry, for what I said," I say when I pull away and look her deep into her eyes. "I trust you completely. I know that you would never lie to me."

She looks down and nods and I can see something in her eyes that I can't quite place. Remorse, maybe? The thought makes my blood run cold. Talk to me, baby. "Good. I'm glad you feel that way," she says softly and I can tell from experience she's trying to keep herself from breaking down.

"What's wrong?" I ask her, but knowing I don't want to know the answer. I pull her to the couch and sit next to her pulling her hands into mine and kissing them gently.

"I love you... so much," she says, the tears flooding her eyes. I'm sensing a but, and I don't like it. Is she breaking up with me? "But... the plan was to lie low... and we are doing a horrible job at it. We see each other almost as much as we ever have and... we're going to get caught," she whispers and my heart sinks. Maybe she's not breaking up with me, but I'm surely not liking where this is going.