JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Wallet

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When his secretary accuses you of stealing her wallet and he believes her.

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Lately, work has been draining me. I'm stressed, exhausted, and unsure if my husband, who also happens to be my boss, really understands what I'm going through. He keeps piling work on me without a second thought.

"Why don't you tell your husband to give you a break?" My coworker Jungkook said, glancing over at me from his desk. "He's a pain in the ass," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "Look, it's Chaewon," he whispered.

Her again. Chaewon, with her perfectly styled hair and confident strut, looked like she belonged on a runway. And the way she acted around Jimin made me sick. Flirty, giggly, like she didn't even know he was married. To me.

"There she goes, walking like she owns the place," I muttered as she passed by.

"Seriously, you think your husband wants her?" Jungkook scoffed. "You're out of your mind. Jimin hyung only loves one woman, and that's you."

I wanted to believe that. Jimin's not the best at expressing his emotions, but deep down, I hoped Jungkook was right.

After lunch, we headed back to our office. I couldn't help but laugh when Jungkook brought up that time Chaewon stole our seat in the cafeteria. "It's always her," I said with a shake of my head.

When we returned, the office buzzed with low murmurs. Something was up.

"Y/N, Mr. Park wants to see you in his office," one of my coworkers said. Confused, I walked straight to Jimin's door and knocked.

"Come in," his voice called out. I opened the door to find Jimin sitting at his desk with a stern expression and Chaewon standing beside him with that smug look I hated.

"Yes, Mr. Park?" I asked, trying to remain calm. "How could you steal Chaewon's wallet, Y/N?" he said coldly. My eyes widened. "What? I didn't!"

"Oh really? Then show us your bag," Chaewon cut in, smugly crossing her arms. "I... left it in my office," I replied. "Oh, you mean this?" she said, holding up my bag. "I already grabbed it for you."

Before I could say anything, she tipped it over, and all of my belongings spilled onto the floor.

What is happening?

"And this?" she held up her wallet, pulling it from my things. "I—I don't know how that got in there," I stammered, feeling tears welling up.

"I can't believe this, Y/N," Jimin said, not even looking at me. "Trust me... I didn't do this," I whispered.

"Just leave."

That was the last straw. My heart broke. I turned and stormed out, tears streaming down my face.

JIMIN'S POV

The moment Y/N walked out, I regretted everything. I clenched my jaw, guilt twisting in my stomach.

"See, Mr. Park?" Chaewon said sweetly. "You should've trusted me." I stood up slowly, glaring at her. "You think I don't know what you did?" Her smugness faltered. "W-What?"

"I passed by Y/N's office during lunch," I said, stepping closer. "I saw you sneaking your wallet into her bag. Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"

Her eyes widened in horror.

"Pick up all of Y/N's things and put them back in her bag," I ordered coldly. "And one more thing, Y/N is my wife. We've been married for a year."

Her face went pale.

"How could I ever trust you over her? You're done here. Get out of my company. I never want to see your face again."

She burst into tears and ran out. I didn't care. All I cared about now was fixing the mess I'd made.

I called Y/N. I was relieved when she answered.

When she walked back into my office, her eyes were red and puffy from crying. My heart ached seeing her like that.

"Love... come here," I said gently, patting my lap.

She hesitated but eventually sat down, curling into me as she cried against my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, wrapping my arms around her.

"I can't believe you," she murmured, punching my chest lightly.

"I fired Chaewon. She won't bother you again."

As I comforted her, I glanced down and noticed the way her skirt had ridden up, her thighs on full display. I quickly looked away and cleared my throat, trying not to make it weird.

"I love you, okay? I'm sorry for hurting you. I'll make it up to you," I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Then she suddenly pulled back, frowning. "Wait—what the hell was that?"

"What?"

"That thing poking into my ass."

Oh no.

I laughed awkwardly, covering my lap with both hands. "Uh... it's nothing."

She raised a brow.

"Seriously, it's nothing! I love you, okay?"

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile played at her lips. I think I was forgiven.

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