JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Outfit

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When you visited him at his office and  his secretary makes fun of your outfit.

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Today, I finally found time to visit my husband, something I'd been promising for weeks. Being a doctor with a packed schedule makes personal time a luxury, but I made it happen. Work will always be demanding, but so is love.

I wore a simple black dress paired with white heels. It wasn't exactly my best fashion moment. Honestly, I felt like I was headed to a funeral. But not all black dresses scream tragedy, right?

Fashion has never been my strength. I often call Jimin for advice; he's surprisingly good at styling. I owe him for more than just emotional support, he keeps me from dressing like a walking identity crisis.

As I stepped into the company lobby, I could feel eyes on me. Whispers. Stares. They all knew who I was. After all, Park Jimin isn't just anyone, he's the most well-known CEO in South Korea. And unfortunately for me, he made sure to introduce me to nearly everyone in the building, despite knowing how shy I am.

Being in the spotlight makes me uneasy. I've never been a people person. Even back in high school, I was the quiet loner type. Crowds weren't my thing then, and they aren't now.

Still, I pushed through, reminding myself why I was here.

I worked hard to become a doctor. It's not just a career, it's my passion. I dreamt about owning my own hospital since I was a child. And now, I do. Still, finding a balance between that and being Jimin's wife? It's a challenge I never saw coming.

"Doctor Park, hi!" a familiar voice called behind me. I turned and recognized one of Jimin's coworkers.

"Oh—hello," I greeted, trying to remember her name. I'm terrible with names, sometimes I even forget my own nieces'.

"Mina," she smiled warmly, clearly sensing my struggle.

"Mina, right," I nodded. "Is Jimin in a meeting?"

"Nope, he's free at the moment," she replied cheerfully.

I felt a little awkward with her calling me "Doctor Park" here, in Jimin's world. "Just call me Mrs. Park or Y/N, please," I whispered.

She laughed gently. "Sure thing, Mrs. Park. Old habits."

"I'll catch you later, Mina," I said, giving her a wave and heading toward Jimin's office. But just before I reached the door, I bumped into someone.

"Oh my—I'm so sorry," I said quickly, steadying the other person.

"It's fine. Oh, Doctor Park Y/N," the woman said.

And there she was, Hyewon, Jimin's secretary. Her voice was sweet, but her attitude? Anything but.

I didn't want to dislike her, but her behavior made it hard. She had a reputation for pushing her responsibilities onto others and acting like she ran the place. I'd seen her dump paperwork on coworkers that wasn't even theirs to handle.

"Hyewon," I acknowledged, eyeing her outfit as she blatantly eyed mine.

"Nice dress," she sneered. "Who died?"

I clenched my jaw. Seriously? Because I'm wearing black? "I haven't decided yet," I replied coolly, watching her expression tighten. "Are you kidding me?" she scoffed.

I leaned in slightly and whispered, "Oh, I think I have now."

"What the—"

"You know," I added, smiling sweetly, "you can't spell funeral without fun."

Her jaw dropped, but she turned and stormed off before she could think of a comeback. Finally.

I let out a breath, then opened Jimin's office door. He was at his desk, typing on his laptop. He looked up the moment I stepped in.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring anything," I said, suddenly shy.

"I heard everything," he said, standing from his chair. There was that smirk, the one that could melt me every time.

Oh god, he's so unfairly attractive. Even after years of marriage, I still feel like I'm in a dream.

"I don't even know why I wore this dress," I muttered.

"It looks amazing on you," he said, stepping closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. "I can't stop imagining f#cking you in it."

I blinked. Save me.

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