Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

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"I didn't drink any alcohol. It was juice." She slurred. She faintly remembered grabbing something that felt like cold glass and figured it was the usual bottle of juice she had stocked in her fridge. She had been drowning in her sorrow and didn't pay any attention if she got the right bottle.

"You drank wine." He deadpanned, closing the door behind her and locking all three locks.

"I drank wine? But I promised grandfather-"

"How much was in the bottle? Was it full?" He lifted the bottle and swished it even if he already knew it would be empty.

"Mm, it was heavy. I don't remember how much was in it." She tried to grab the bottle but he held it away from her.

"You promised Elder Song you wouldn't drink and you still did?" He teased her, nearly smiling at the way she pouted. She could barely keep her eyes open and he noticed how exceptionally tired she was. What had she been doing the entire day?

"I-I-" Song Areum stuttered as she felt guilty for breaking her promise.

"Don't hide it from him. Tell him and try to talk it out." He knew the familial relations between Song Areum and her grandfather. He had an inkling that once she sobered up, she would beat herself up for this. It was also unwise to lie to Song Yun Gak who preferred the harshest truth over a comforting lie.

"Okay." She readily agreed while running a tired hand through her hair.

Park Jimin raised a brow at how she didn't try to argue with him. He knew alcohol tended to lower one's inhibitions and reveal their true self. Does she always act like a docile kitten when she's had a drink? He lightly patted her head for her good behavior.

"Did you eat anything?" He knew she often skips meals, and he wanted to find out if she was drinking on an empty stomach.

"I don't want to eat." She stubbornly said, walking away from him after feeling the desire to lay down and sleep.

"You have to eat something, little one." He grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him.

"But I'm not hungry-"

"Well, what does your stomach say?" He chuckled, remembering how her stomach had growled every time she had refused to eat in front of him. She blushed at his words and tried to push him away, but he gently kept his hold on her.

"Come now, don't be stubborn." He curled an arm around her waist and smiled at how she didn't try to push him away again.

His touch was warm and comforting to her. She had never been treated with so much care before, and the sensation felt very new to her. Without realizing it, she had already leaned closer to him and the arm wrapped around her waist got tighter. Park Jimin's tender smile had widened at this.

"Let's see what's in the fridge." He walked with her towards the stainless steel double-door fridge and he nearly laughed when he opened it. It was stocked with leftovers!

"Well then, I don't have to worry about you starving anymore." He released her to start pulling out some of the dishes, and he was surprised when she suddenly embraced his arm.

"Don't go. You're warm." She childishly said, her eyes looking up to him like a little puppy who desired attention.

He felt his heart clench painfully at the sight of her begging eyes. "Little one, I'm not going anywhere." He cupped one side of her cheek and used the other arm to place it on her lower back, pulling her to him.

"But-"

"I'm only going to reheat the dishes and cook rice." Park Jimin didn't think when she was drunk, she'd reveal a coquettish side of her. It was really nice to see her finally open up a bit and voice out what she wanted, instead of keeping it all in. But a side of him was bitter at this turn of events. Would she only reveal this side of her when she's drunk?