JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Never Existed

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When he is always being sweet to you and in the end he never existed.

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Ever since then, I've always felt the urge to rush home as soon as possible because I knew someone was waiting for me: my husband and my baby. Even with all the paperwork piling up at the office, I still managed to leave on time. My co-workers often found my behavior... odd.

"Yoon Y/N, leaving early again?" Yuna asked as she stepped into my office, a teasing smirk on her face. "My husband and daughter are waiting for me," I replied without hesitation, like I always did. She rolled her eyes. "You're still clinging to that whole 'husband and daughter' thing, huh?"

"Of course. They're the most important part of my life. See you tomorrow, Yuna." I grabbed my bag and left the office quickly, ignoring whatever Yuna muttered under her breath.

"But they never existed—"

"I'm home!" I called out as I stepped into the house. There they were my beautiful family, smiling brightly at me. My husband, Park Jimin, whom I married almost a year ago, and our two-year-old daughter, Ara.

"Mommy's here!" Jimin said, grinning as he lifted Ara into his arms. "You missed me, didn't you?" I said, taking Ara from him and showering her chubby cheeks with kisses. "She sure did," Jimin said, acting all flirty. "And so did your loving husband."

This man never failed to make me laugh.

"Y/N, your phone's ringing," he said, nodding toward my bag. I handed Ara back to him. "Hold her for a sec." It was my mom calling. "Y/N, sweetie," she said, her tone serious. "We need to talk. Come over tomorrow. It's urgent."

"Was that your mom?" Jimin asked. I nodded silently.

Jimin and Ara were everything to me. I met him while I was traveling back to Seoul. We clicked instantly sweet, caring, inseparable ever since. My parents never approved of him, though. They never gave us their blessing.

The next day, I decided to visit my parents alone. I didn't want to drag Jimin into another confrontation with them. He'd been hurt by their words enough.

"I came early today," I said as I entered their house, giving them a respectful bow before sitting on the sofa. "Y/N," my mom started, her voice tired. "We're getting older, and we don't want to see you wasting away like this... lost in a fantasy." I blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"Me and your father... we've told you again and again, Jimin and Ara aren't real." My heart sank. The same conversation. Again. "Mom, what are you saying? Jimin and Ara are real. We have a life together. We're a family."

"They don't exist, Y/N," she said, gently but firmly. My father sighed, rubbing his temples. "We got a call from the police yesterday. Your neighbors reported strange behavior talking loudly to thin air, laughing with no one, calling out to people who aren't there..."

My head started to spin. My hands trembled. I stood up. I couldn't listen to this anymore. Not again. As always, I left in silence, their words chasing after me like shadows I couldn't outrun.

When I got back home, I rushed to the door, eager to see them to tell Jimin and Ara about everything. But when I opened the door... there was nothing.

The lights were off. The rooms were empty.

No laughter.

No toys scattered around.

No Jimin.

No Ara.

Just silence.

And that's when the truth hit me like a cold slap to the face.

They were never real.

Jimin never existed.

Ara never existed.

Everything... was in my mind.

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