My Marriage Counselor (Jimin x Reader)

Chapter 19: The Truth Will Set You Free

Chapter 19: The Truth Will Set You Free

"They're certainly a piece of work," my mother says as we sit on the couch in Jimin's den. "You sure you want to marry into that family?"

"I don't really have a choice," I murmur as I rest my head against the back of the couch.

"Everyone has a choice, honey."

I turn my head to look at her. "You know what I mean."

She furrows her brow slightly. "Not really. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I'm not going back to Mark, mother. Ever. If that's what you're asking. Even if Jimin and I don't work out, which I think has a zero percent probability, Mark and I are over."

"I certainly don't expect you to ever go back to him. Especially in light of current events. That wasn't what I meant for a second." I thought my mother was going to commit murder when I told her that he had been lying about Seven for months. I had called her the same day I found out, and she cried for an hour straight into the receiver.

"But what happened in your marriage?" she asks, running a hand over my cheek gently. "You didn't find out about that until after you'd filed. What led up to all of that?"

I shrug, not wanting to rehash the details of my marriage like I've been doing for the past year in counseling. "We grew apart," I say simply. "It's as simple as that."

"Marriages are hard, honey."

"They don't have to be as hard as mine was. I was miserable, mom."

"At one point you were happy, remember? Don't you remember how happy you were on your wedding day?"

"What's your point?" I ask her, not wanting to go down that road. She was right. I was happy.

"My point is a marriage isn't always rainbows and smiles and hot passionate sex-"

"I want that," I tell her simply. "I deserve that. Look, I'm not so naive to think that marriage isn't hard work. But Mark damn near broke me, mom. My spirit, my self esteem, my happiness. Jimin reignited the spark inside of me that Mark almost completely extinguished. I know the point you're trying to make- you think in ten years I could be going through this same thing with Jimin. But you're wrong. Jimin and Mark are two completely different people."

She narrows her eyes at me and shakes her head. "I just don't want to see you make the same mistakes I did."

"What's so wrong with wanting to be like you?" I ask her. "You're one of the best people I know."

"Oh, Y/N," she hugs me tightly and presses a kiss to my forehead.

"Don't worry, I only plan to have two marriages in total in my life."

"Your monster-in-laws won't be easy."

I shake my head. "They'll come around."

"I think you need to start at the beginning. Explain how you and your marriage counselor got together in the first place."

"I think we're going to need wine."

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I'm sitting outside of a conference room, Jimin's hand gripped tightly in mine as Jimin's father paces in front of us, his ear glued to his cell phone as he's yelling at what I assume to be some poor intern at his firm. I feel hands on my face turning me towards familiar lips. Jimin's mouth begins to move against mine slowly, his tongue parting my lips and rubbing against mine. I moan quietly into his mouth, as his hand cups my cheek, his fingers winding through my hair.