JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Bug Bite

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When your brother's kid find a hickey on your neck and thought it's a bug bite.

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Groaning from the pain in my waist, I winced. It really hurt. The events from last night kept flashing through my mind, taunting me like some kind of embarrassing replay.

I turned my head and saw my husband sleeping peacefully next to me. This guy. I swear, I nearly passed out because of him. He wanted another round, and I was practically dying. Why does he never run out of stamina when it comes to sex?!

As I tried to stand, my legs betrayed me. Still, I managed to get up, barely. No way I was asking that jerk for help.

"Good morning, honey," he yawned behind me, making me jump slightly. "You're naked," he added with a smirk in his voice. Back still turned to him, I could practically feel the grin on his face.

"I'm trying to get my underwear," I muttered, snatching it from the floor. "Oh shoot—I forgot! My brother's dropping off Riku today. Right now!" I panicked, eyes darting to the clock.

My brother and his wife were finally going on a long-overdue date, and Jimin and I had offered to take care of their son for the day. It was our idea, so it wasn't a big deal or at least it wasn't until I realized I was still undressed and the house wasn't even ready.

"Oh come on," Jimin groaned, stretching, "They probably haven't even—"

Ding-dong.

My eyes widened. "They're here!" I tossed Jimin his boxers. "Hurry up and get dressed!"

I rushed downstairs, not wanting to keep them waiting. As I opened the door, I saw my brother and his wife looking absolutely stunning in their date-night outfits.

"Hi, Auntie!" Riku chirped before I even noticed him. He was so small, standing behind them in his little sneakers and hoodie.

"We'll pick him up around 8 PM," my brother said, smiling. "He can sleep over if you want," I offered. "Enjoy your night, get some real alone time." He smirked. "Guess that's easier when you're not busy raising a kid."

Typical. Even without a child, Jimin and I love each other deeply. Maybe we just haven't reached that chapter yet. I've always dreamed of seeing a little Jimin or a tiny version of me running around the house... but I guess the timing's still not right.

"Go on, have fun," I said, gently ushering them out and shutting the door behind them. "Auntie, where's Uncle?" Riku asked, looking around.

Why did I ever agree to let him call me Auntie instead of Noona? "Uncle's right here!" Jimin's voice rang from upstairs. "Uncle Jimin!" Riku shouted excitedly as Jimin descended the stairs and scooped him up.

"What do you want to play this time, huh?" Jimin grinned, holding him easily in his arms. Riku was small enough for Jimin to toss him around like a feather, and the kid loved every second of it.

"Auntie, can I ask something?" Riku turned to me, curious as ever. "Of course, Riku. What is it?" I smiled. "What's that on your neck? Is it a bug bite? Daddy showed me how to put cream on bug bites." His innocent voice echoed through the room.

I froze.

Jimin did too.

It wasn't a bug bite Riku was seeing, it was a hickey from last night. Great. I'd been in such a rush this morning I forgot to cover it with foundation.

"Uh—it's fine! It's... not that bad," I stammered, quickly covering the mark with my hand. Jimin bit back a laugh, clearly enjoying the chaos.

"You know what, Riku?" he said, smirking, "Let's go play and forget about Auntie Y/N. That bug must've been really handsome to bite her neck." I shot him a glare. This man is testing me and he's going to regret it later.

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