Just a bunch of oneshots about you and the maknae line of BTS
In the narration you're normally top.
Enjoy!
Themes are mainly fluff and smutt
It does contain explicit content and strong language
This book is gay, if you don't like that, don't read it...
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Like every other married couple, you and Jimin are having some problems, but you both find an exquisite way to get past them.
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I get home after another incredibly tiring day in the office. Judging from the familiar car parked in the garage, I know that my husband is home, so I take a deep breath before I open the front door. I yell "honey, I'm home" and I just get a quick answer "kitchen". I leave my briefcase, loosen my tie until I can take it off and I just leave it on top of the couch before making my way to the kitchen to say hi to my husband. As soon as I enter, I see him with his arms crossed and a hate expression that I've seen a lot these past weeks. It's Friday, it's been a tough week for both of us, but still this guy has the energy to fight.
- What now?- I ask, completely uninterested in what he has to say after that. My attitude makes him even angrier.
- What the fuck is that attitude coming from? I'm the one who's mad at you, not the other way around.-
- Yeah, of course you're mad at me. That's not news. What did I do this time?- Different from all of our previous fights this week, I don't yell or anything. I keep a calm attitude because honestly I'm tired of this shit and I know that he's trying to provoke me.
- Look.- He holds a dirty coffee cup up, more specifically the coffee cup that I left this morning before rushing to work. Since I was already late for work, I decided to just leave it there and wash it when I returned, but I guess that was a mistake.- How many times have I told you to wash your cups, huh?- I don't answer anything because whatever I say will definitely be fuel to his anger.- Y/N, answer me. How many times?- I stay silent again, which makes him lose the little bit of patience he had left.- I am sick and tired of arriving home and looking at your dirty dishes. Who's supposed to do them? Me? What am I? Your maid?- I know this fight is not about the cup, that's just the tip of the iceberg.- I worked a very long shift today, I'm tired, the last thing that I want to do is wash the dishes, but we can't live in a trash can, I want my house to be clean Y/N. Why is it so hard for you to understand?- I sigh, trying to release my frustrations. I get closer to him and start caressing the sides of his arms that are still crossed. He looks at me weirdly, since normally our fights tend to go somewhere else.
