Maybe it should have been you (kt ff)

1. My cold Husband

A/n: All of the character's personas in this book including BTS are made up so don't take this too seriously.

Y/n P.O.V.

"What?! You want me to marry Y/n?!" Jimin burst out, his face contorted. His mother silenced him with a stern look,  "Don't be rude, Jimin."

"I can't marry Y/n! I already have a girlfriend, and and I just..." Jimin retorted, his voice fading into nothing.

"Don't act like you didn't see this coming; we told you before you two met that you were going to be married," Jimin's father chimed in with his usual stoic expression.

Jimin turned to me, his gaze searching for my opinion. "And what about you? What do you think about this? You haven't said a thing since we got here."

"I don't think we should go through with this," I said, casting my eyes downward. "I know we were told about the engagement not long after we met, but things are different now. Jimin has a girlfriend, and I am his best friend. I don't want to get in his way."

Jimin's eyes looked downward and he gave a forced smile. "See, Y/n doesn't want to marry me. We should just call the whole thing off," he says his voice seeming almost sad. 

"I'm sorry, but everything has already been arranged. We can't call off the wedding now," Dad said.

Jimin scoffed, shaking his head, and then stormed out of the room. "Jimin!" I called, but the only response I received was the resounding slam of the door.

Time skip (2 years later)

As I peered out the window, listening to the cheerful chirping of birds, I heard Jimin's voice cutting through the calm atmosphere. "Y/n! What are you doing? Are you still asleep?" His abrupt entrance into my bedroom made me cautious in my response. "What is it, Jimin?" I asked softly, trying not to worsen his mood.

"What are you doing?" he said, his demeanor as cold as ice. I looked down, masking my disappointment. "I'm not doing anything, I was thinking about going over to Jungkook and Tae's house would that be okay?"

"You're going to Jungkook and Taehyung's house again?! Why are you always over there?! You know what I don't even care! If you want to go fine, go! " Jimin snapped before walking out of the room. A lone tear escaped my eye, but I wiped it away quickly. Even though his cold attitude was no longer a surprise, the pain still cut deep.

With a bag ready for such situations, I descended the stairs and left the house. In my car, I dialed my brother's number and waited for him to pick up. "Hey, Kook," I greeted him, attempting to sound cheerful.

"Hi, Y/n! What's up?" Jungkook replied in his usual upbeat tone.

"Can I stay over again with you and Tae?" I asked. "Me and Jimin fought and I don't want to stay home."

"What did that jerk do this time? Don't tell me he's cheating on you now; I might just lose it," Jungkook said.

I sighed "Jungkook, we've talked about this. Jimin isn't cheating on me and he never wanted to get married, so we can't expect him to love me." I responded. 

"I know he didn't, but that doesn't change the fact that he was your best friend before you got married. He should treat you better. I'm sick of seeing you hurt, and you deserve someone who makes you happy," Jungkook insisted.

I forced a smile even though he couldn't see it. "But I have you and Tae. You guys make me happy."

Jungkook chuckled and agreed, "Fine, and yes, you can stay at our place. I'm out with Yumi right now, but Taehyung is home, and I'll be back later."

"Thanks, Kook. Tell Yumi that I love her and miss her," I said.

"Okay, I will. Love you; see you at the house," Jungkook replied. "I love you too; bye."

I cast one last glance at my and Jimin's house before driving to Jungkook's.

Arriving at my other home, I saw Taehyung waiting outside. Opening the car door, I greeted him with a smile. "Hi, Tae! What are you doing out here? Did Jungkook tell you to wait for me? You guys already do enough for me; there's no need to—"

"Yes, there is. I had to make sure you got here okay. I know you think you're inconveniencing us when you come here, but you're not. We both love it when you stay over," Taehyung reassured me.

"You don't have to carry that," I say trying to insist on carrying my bag.

Taehyung stopped me, "You're our guest, plus your bag is super light." I felt myself laugh.

"I practically live here. How can I still be considered a guest?" I quipped.

Taehyung gave me one of his famous boxy smiles, "And it's still exciting every time. Now, come sit with me," he said tossing my bag beside the table as I shut the door behind us.

I shook my head, and he took me to the living room. "So what happened this time? Did he verbally abuse you? Did he make you cry again? I swear if he hit you, I will END HIM," Taehyung declared with fury.

"Taehyung," I said, placing a hand on his knee, "Jimin just got mad and told me to go, that's all."

"Oh, that's all?" Taehyung muttered sarcastically. "He just told his own wife to leave her house?"

"It's fine, really," I replied with a forced smile.

"It's not fine, Y/n! He treats you like shit, and you just let him!" Taehyung's tone turned serious.

A tear rolled down my cheek, and Taehyung's anger melted away. "Look, Y/n, I..."

"No, you're right... I just wish that we could go back to when we were just friends," I said, breaking down into tears. Taehyung's arms enveloped me, and I held onto him tightly as I cried into his chest.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make you cry. I just get so mad when I think about him hurting you," Taehyung admitted.

"I'm just glad that I at least have you and Kook," I said, feeling comforted in his embrace.

"Of course, we will always be here for you," Taehyung assured. After a few moments, he released me and looked me in the eyes. "You know, if you just moved in, we could be there for you 24/7."

I laughed and with a touch of sarcasm said, "You're funny." 

Taehyung shrugged not seeming to care too much, "You do realize that I am married and have a husband." I replied. 

"As if that jerk would care! You already stay here half of the time, so why would he care if you stay here all the time?" he pointed out.

I glared at him lightly slapping his shoulder, "Shut up!"

"I thought you were supposed to be making me feel better," I teased. "Just turn on a movie or something."

Taehyung sighs, grabbing the remote, "So, what do you want to watch?"

Authors Note:

Don't go hating on Jimin just yet I promise that he gets better and that his attitude is explained.

Well bye bye, for now. ✋ 😋