Descended Angel | PJM

Chapter 21

You woke up in his arms; the same position which you slept in. Once again, you had to use all your energy and struggle out of his embrace while he just groaned, totally ignoring you.

'This guy should stop going to the gym,' you cursed to yourself as you finally broke free, breathless. Even though it was only a few hours that you slept, you were energized because the sleep was heavy and pure.

Pulling your hair into a decent bun, you walked out of the room, leaving your sleeping husband as you proceeded to make breakfast. Jimin shortly climbed downstairs for breakfast.

You turned around as your eyes met his. Red tint started to make its way to your cheek when you remembered the night before. The both of you seemed to be thinking the same thing as he cleared his throat before settling on one of the chairs.

The atmosphere was filled with awkward silence as you were thinking about something to talk about just to destroy the awkwardness but nothing seemed to work.

In the end, Jimin left for work without speaking much and you were left all alone once again. So, you decided to go for a walk since the morning was looking spectacularly stunning that day.

You were walking on an open green yard beside the building as you spotted some familiar people taking turns to shoot at color-filled balloons that burst out into attractive bright colours if aimed right.

You noticed Ye-Rim and Na-Ri were in the group of women that were having fun and chatting. Ye-Rim and Na-Ri were your neighbors that came to visit a few weeks back when you first moved in.

They seemed to notice you passing and stopped shooting for a while. "Y/N-ssi! It's nice to see you!" Na-Ri called on in a loud voice as you walked towards them. "Hello," you said, smiling at the new faces.

"This is Kim Y/N, the penthouse lady," Ye-Rim introduced you. "Ah! You are the penthouse lady!? We've heard a lot about you!" a woman exclaimed in your direction.

You quickly became friends with them. They were really nice people and easy to talk with. You were in between being an extrovert and an introvert; a perfect balance, so you didn't have to try much either.

"It's your turn," one of them said, handing you the gun. Slipping your hands into the pair of gloves, you waited for the balloon to be released as you pulled on the trigger to see that you hadn't missed it as the balloon burst with a bright orange shade oozed out in the open blue sky.

Your perfect aim caught their attention as they high-fived you. "That's really impressive for the first time!" After a while, you grabbed coffee with them and were laughing and talking.

"You should hang out with us more often," one of them said as the rest of them agreed. "'Sure! I'm almost always free," you said. It was awkward since all of them had high professions and were hard workers.

It was about noon when all of you departed and continued your lives.

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It was late in the evening and Jimin was in the office of the penthouse. His eyes were red from all the tiredness as he just finished a file before opening another one from the tall pile that was kept on the table.

You were fully aware of his poor state as the view of his exhausted features was repeatedly playing in your head from when you would catch a few glimpses here and there.

Determined to help, you were making fresh coffee in hopes of a good reaction. You let out a deep breath and knocked on the door, fingers wrapped around the handle of the cup that sat on the small coffee tray.