Descended Angel | PJM

Chapter 26

Jimin had left for work a couple of hours back and you decided to clean up the whole penthouse. You were bored and could spot some of the dust on the shelves so you turned up the music and got the cleaning equipment set.

Opening a drawer in the storeroom that you have never opened before, you saw a medium-sized cardboard box. Getting curious, you took it out and flipped your thumb over the lid to see a bunch of stuff.

It was a diary. Jimin's diary that he'd written long back. The box looked like it hadn't been touched in a long time, however. The first quarter of the diary was short notes from your husband's early days and schedule plans.

It even had a few pictures of him which made you smile. There were also a few pictures of him and the boys, but mostly it was all important stuff to remember and marketing plans.

Your quick flipping came to an end as your eyes met with a picture of Jimin and a very pretty lady with beautiful red hair. Your heart started beating faster and faster as you went through the little notes and polaroids of them together.

Before you knew it, there were droplets of your tears on the thin paper making you realize that you were crying. As you went further, you saw that a few pages already had tear marks from before.

Wiping your tears, you noticed more pictures and letters in the box. Not able to take it anymore you shut the cursed box, placed it back in its place, and continued wiping the shelf clean.

It had hit you harshly that you fell for him; you were sure about your feelings. The way you would get nervous around him and how you had started to admire every little thing that Jimin did.

Not to mention that he looked absolutely unreal all the time; day or night, make-up or bare-faced, awake or asleep, smiling or frowning; twenty-four-seven irresistibly handsome.

He could be looking like a charming prince or an angel that descended straight from heaven, and then the next moment he'd be looking like the bad boy heartthrob from college. With the snap of fingers, he looks like a cute fluffy boyfriend that makes you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go.

Sometimes he looks intimidating, fierce, and hot but it's an illusion. If you look closely, he's just cutely pouting, his famous eye smile about to pop any moment.

So obviously, it hurt a little to see him with his ex that left him disordered and unruly. You couldn't help but notice that most of the pictures of him were laughing with cute eyes and prominent cheeks. It was rare for you to see that smile.

However, you know that it's someone from the past that everyone hates. You were determined to change him back to who he was and win his heart like how he won yours.

You were extremely exhausted as you threw yourself onto the couch after cleaning half of the penthouse. Thinking that you'd do the rest later, you opened a pack of chips and turned on the television.

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Jimin was in his office when the rest of the boys came to visit and check upon him. They were in a questionable debate about Seokjin's dad jokes as the third youngest one was just casually ignoring and focusing on his work.

The ting of his phone notification going off made him stop for a moment. He spread into a beautiful wide smile when he saw who it was from without even knowing.

"Psst!" Jungkook whispered to the rest of the boys to catch their attention and pointed towards the smiling guy who was two years older than him. The same question was running in their minds: what is he smiling at?

Jimin didn't seem to notice that the room had gone quiet as he was too busy reading the text that you sent with a dumb silly grin at the nickname. It said, 'It's already eight-thirty, don't forget your meals jiminie :)'

He moved forward and there was a mirror on the wall behind him so everything on his phone could be seen. "What are you smiling at?" Hoseok asked, raising his right eyebrow suspiciously at Jimin.

"M-me? N-nothing- just this joke I came across," he replied. "That's not what that mirror says though," Yoongi pointed to the mirror. "Uh- why are guys reading my texts?" Jimin answered, red from embarrassment.

"OoH, sOmEOnE Is In lOvE~" Taehyung sang out, making Jimin redder than he already was. All of the boys were now teasing him until Yoongi said, "You should confess before it's too late."

"Confess? I don't even like her," Jimin rolled his eyes but everyone in the room, including himself, knew that it's a big fat lie. "You should confess, man... we want to see you happy," Namjoon said, slapping his back affectionately before all of them left the room.

Since then, Jimin was buried deep in his overwhelming thoughts. In the time he had been married, he grew awfully in favour of being around you; how it made him want to quit everything and go on another hiking trip, or just laugh freely with nothing to worry about.

He would even get the sick feeling in his stomach sometimes when he was with you. He felt stuff that was new to him. He thought he fell in love before, but after meeting you, he had a new definition of love.

You probably never noticed but he paid close attention to your habits; how your eyes would squint and your head would turn away when you are in deep thought or how your lips would form into a cute put when you are too focused on something.

He fell in love with your relaxed elegance, when in other times you were hyperactive, radiating energy through the whole penthouse.

Jimin loved all your dishes as he patiently waits every day just to reach home and fill his belly and warm it with the love of his wife's food. He would crave your homemade dinners all the time.

The both of you would sleep hugging together at nights sometimes, especially more recently but when you didn't hug him, he would pout and stare emptily into the dark until he dozed off. But the sleep is never as pure and satisfactory.

He knew it by heart; he just knew that he loved you. Jimin had fallen in love with his arranged wife and it made him feel like never before; he had developed a euphoria inside him.

It was half-past nine at night when you decided to head to bed. You knew that Jimin would be coming home late and you were very tired. But then you realized that the air conditioner was off. It didn't help that it was getting hotter every day.

Already half-asleep, you were too lazy and tired to get up and reduce the temperature from the thermostat so you decided that you would have the easy way out of this.

Eyes closed, you took off the heavy nightdress fro your head, leaving your bare body in navy blue lace. You were only in a bra and panties, ready for some heavy sleep.

You knew that Jimin was going to come after a few hours. So you decided that you'd wear the nightdress before he came. Besides, you'd be covered in a blanket. Or so you thought.

A few hours later, the door opened to reveal the tired handsome man in a tight white shirt with a suit in his hand. An exhausted yawn escaped his perfect plump lips as he peeked in the living room for your figure.

Slightly disappointed but happy that you were getting your sleep, he walked upstairs and placed his hands on his shirt to change out of it when his eyes fell on your peaceful sleeping figure on the bed.

Jaw dropped open, he stared until he felt himself drool. It didn't help that you were sleeping on your side so your cleavage was more than just visible. Jimin grabbed his hair as he whispered some curses.

'H-how can someone be so beautiful? Stop staring, you pabo! You look like such a creep! But she's beautiful. And she's my wife- I must be living in my dreams!' he thought to himself.

He freshened up for bed and laid down beside you, heart beating faster and louder than a helicopter's flaps. He was afraid it'll wake you up as he placed his hand on his heart, releasing a deep breath.

It killed him to see that his beautiful wife, who made him needy, was lying right next to him but there's nothing he can do about it. After tossing and turning for a while, he finally took the blanket and covered you with it before leaving for the office to distract himself.

Jimin was obviously suffering as he was wide awake. If he can't sleep, might as well get some work done. Resting his head, his eyes skimmed through the pages of the file as his fingers would make occasional edits to them and draw his signature on the pages.