JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

The Wedding Ring

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When you took off your wedding ring because you felt embarrassed at school and he noticed that you were not wearing it.

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As I stepped onto the school campus, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Jimin always reminds me not to get too stressed, he's caring like that, and it's one of the things I love most about him.

I got married young. At first, it was because I got pregnant. Jimin admitted it was his fault, though I knew it wasn't all on him, it took courage for him to say that, and I respected him even more for it.

We've kept my identity hidden for obvious reasons. Jimin is a K-pop idol, and his agency strictly forbids him from being in a relationship especially with someone like me, an ordinary girl. His manager knows about us, but they've never approved. Maybe because I'm not famous, not rich, not "ideal."

His parents know, though. We told them once our son was born. Mine... don't.

I was left with my grandmother when I was young, and after she passed away, I had no one. I had to grow up on my own. That's why I didn't finish high school at first. His family didn't accept me, especially when they found out I never graduated. But Jimin didn't give up on me, he encouraged me to finish high school, and when I did, he helped me enter college.

He believed in me when I couldn't believe in myself.

Now, we're raising our son, Jihoon, together. Despite his busy career, Jimin always makes time for us. He never lets fame get in the way of being a father and a husband.

Sometimes I wonder if people at school talk about me, why I leave so early every day. The truth is, I rush home to spend time with Jihoon. We have a babysitter, but I want to be the one who tucks him in, who hears about his day, even if he can only babble for now.

"Y/N, are you coming to the gathering?" one of my classmates, Mark, asked. Ugh, him again. He's always hanging around me, and it's starting to get exhausting.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I have something to do," I said with a polite smile, hoping he'd drop it.

"It's just one time, though. You're always rushing home. Are you hiding something? And that ring—" he paused when I quickly covered my hand.

"Oh, this? Just a regular ring," I laughed nervously, looking away. There's no way they can find out I'm married.

"Hey! Move!" A loud voice came from the doorway. I sighed in relief. "Get away from her, Mark," Chaeyoung snapped. My only real friend here. She was the first one to approach me, and the only one who knows the truth, that I'm married to Park Jimin.

"Chaeyoung, I was just talking—"
"Are you deaf? I said move, you dummy." Her glare could kill, and thankfully, Mark took the hint and walked away.

"Thanks," I chuckled. "He's kinda annoying."
"Kinda? He's literally the definition of annoying," she replied.

After that, I took off my ring and slipped it into my jacket pocket. I was too embarrassed. What if someone else noticed?

When I got home, I was completely drained. As always, Jimin came to pick me up. He never lets me take a taxi, no matter how busy he is.

"Jihoon, baby! Did you miss mommy?" I cooed, leaning over his crib.

His wide smile greeted me, and just like that... all the stress disappeared. His smile is my therapy. "How was school, love?" Jimin asked from behind.

"Boring, as usual," I giggled. He crossed his arms, showing off those growing muscles. "What did I expect from you?"

"Come here," he said, patting his lap. I walked over and sat down. "Something bothering you?" he asked. "You've been zoning out since we got home."

I was about to answer when his eyes dropped to my hand. "Where's your wedding ring?" he asked.

My eyes widened. Oh no.

I quickly stood and rushed to our bedroom, frantically checking my jacket. Thank God, it was still in the pocket. I thought I lost it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, returning to him with my head down. "I took it off..."

"It's fine," he said gently. "But what's wrong?"

"I was embarrassed," I admitted. "I'm scared that my classmates will find out I'm married... and judge me for it. What if they start whispering behind my back?" Jimin looked at me for a moment, then held my face in his hands.

"Y/N, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. You're one of the most hardworking people I know. And despite everything, you're still giving Jihoon and me your time, your love, your effort. I'm so proud of you. I'm lucky to have you." He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

I smiled as tears prickled my eyes. "You too. Being an idol isn't easy, but you still make time for us. That means everything to me."

He smiled, that smile. The one that makes everything feel okay. "I promise," I said, sliding the ring back onto my finger, "I won't take it off again."

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