JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Parents Approval

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When his parents didn't approve to get married to you and you both ran away from them.

As time passed, Jimin and I remained deeply in love. After years of being together, we finally decided to take the next step, we wanted to get married. It was a plan we had talked about since last year, and now it was finally becoming real. We were both so happy.

Our journey started back in school. He was the quiet type, the mysterious kind that didn't talk much. But for some reason, he caught my attention. I was boyish back in high school, wearing baggy clothes and hanging out mostly with the guys. I tried to approach him, but at first, he just ignored me.

That didn't stop me. I kept hanging around him, and slowly, he warmed up to me. Somewhere along the way, I fell for him. I even changed for him, just a little. I watched makeup tutorials, wore a red dress once (even though I hated them), and he started helping me with fashion.

He confessed his feelings to me on our graduation day. I was so happy. I had confessed to him just a month before, and his answer meant the world.

We became a couple just before college. Somehow, we ended up in the same department. I never imagined that someone like him would completely sweep me off my feet.

After graduating, we landed jobs at the same company. It was as if destiny never wanted us apart. We had our share of arguments of course but we always made it through. Most of the time, he was the first to apologize, even when it wasn't his fault. Sometimes it was me. I could never resist him.

He spoiled me, even when I told him not to. Fancy restaurants, surprise gifts, spontaneous getaways, I used to scold him for spending too much, but he always smiled and said, "It's fine. You're worth it."

A month ago, I told him about my parents. They died in a car accident, and my grandparents who raised me were gone too. There was no one left to give their blessing for our marriage.

And Jimin... he did the sweetest thing. He went to their graves and told them, "I'm marrying your daughter. I'll take care of her."

But the biggest obstacle still lay ahead, meeting his parents. "What if they don't like me?" I asked him, fear gnawing at my chest. "It's okay, love," he said, wrapping me in a warm hug. "They'll love you. I promise."

When we arrived at their house, I was trembling. Their place was huge, clearly wealthy. I felt small.

"Mom, Dad," Jimin said as he held my hand tightly, "Y/N and I are getting married." There was silence. Then his mother said one word. "No."

It hit like a punch to the gut.

"Jimin, I want the best for you. Not her," she added coldly. I felt my world cracking. But I stood my ground. "With all due respect, Mr. and Mrs. Park," I said, "I love your son with all my heart. And if you try to break us apart... that won't stop us."

His mother's words came down like thunder. "We've already planned for him to marry someone else. Not you."

I wanted to scream, to cry, but I held it in.

Jimin grabbed my hand and brought me to his room. He began packing his things.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, but the sadness in his eyes said it all.

"We're leaving," he said. "We're going to run away."

And we did.

We started over somewhere else, just the two of us. We were happy. We had each other.

Then, a month later, I found out I was pregnant. It was the happiest moment of my life. Jimin always wanted to be a dad. I couldn't wait to tell him. But he had gone to "handle things" with his parents. He promised he'd be back soon.

That was the last time I saw him.

I called. I texted. Nothing. No reply. No word.

I waited.

Days turned to weeks.

Weeks to months.

Now, it's been five years.

I raised our son alone. He has your eyes, Jimin. Your nose. Your smile. Every time I look at him, I see you. And it hurts. Someone came to the house recently. They told me the truth:

You got married.

To the woman your parents chose.

You left us.

All these years, I thought you were coming back. I thought you were fighting for us.

I was wrong.

Jimin, I hope you're happy with her.

Our son will never know you... not the way I did. But I'll tell him stories. I'll tell him about the man who once loved me like I was his whole world...

Before you disappeared from it.

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