Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

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He knew she was horrified since she was deathly still in his lap. He saw his reflection on the thick layer of glass over his polished black wood desk and realized he had a sadistic expression on his face.

’Well?’ He thought to himself, preparing to see the pale and frightened face of Song Areum.

The women in his past all trembled, even if some tried to tamp it down.

He was curious. With her unique personality, will she dare to move even when scared? Will showing her such an atrocious scene curb her temper and change her personality around him? Will she treat him better or will she run away from him? Will the woman he fell for still be the same when she sees this side of him?

When he looked at her, he was surprised. He didn’t see ghostly pale skin, cold sweat, or a fumbling woman. Never in a billion years would he ever have prepared for the expression he was going to witness from her.

Instead of the petrified expression he had expected, there was a curious glimmer within her eyes. Her lips were parted as if in awe and her head was tilted, lost in thought. Perhaps it was the lighting, but she looked intrigued at the video on the laptop.

"How did you do that?" She curiously asked, turning her head to properly look at him.

He looked down at her, the childlike wonder she had in her eyes was hard to miss. With the natural sunlight shining upon her, her eyes were a beautiful amber color, resembling the rare topaz she had once gifted him as a child. After spending time with her, his intuition told him she didn’t remember a single thing.

She naively smiled at him, tilting her head like a curious bunny, awaiting his response. She jumped when he suddenly patted her head, his gaze distant and far away, his mind running down memory lane.

"Park Jimin?" She poked his chest before pinching his cheeks. His face was originally really sinister, but she had no qualms about touching it. When he looked at her, she realized how soft his expression had become.

"Why did you forget about me?" He quietly asked, his voice so low that she almost didn’t catch what he said.

"What do you mean?" She leaned back to look at him.

He stared down at her, and unconsciously, he brushed her hair back. He had done this before when they were children, with the summer sun bleeding beautifully into them as their backdrop.

It was the hottest day of summer but despite the dazzling sun, she was still running after him. He had heard a rough plop from behind and when he turned around, he saw she had fallen.

The idea of her in harm’s way made him panic. He had immediately walked back to help her. Seeing this, she began to grin, her hair sticking to her forehead, and her eyes twinkling with innocence.

He scolded her for being stubborn while brushing back her adorable little fringe, but nonetheless, she still followed him, calling out "Feng Feng!"

"Park Jimin? Hello? Is your brain working? Did the engines malfunction?" She knocked on his forehead then played with his cheeks by pinching them and marveling at how it was smooth like stretchable marble.

He snapped back to reality, grabbing her wrist and leaning closer.

"The engines are working perfectly fine." He chuckled at her strange sense of humor. He teases her back by pinching her cheeks as well. Unlike his which was firm, hers were soft and very malleable.

"You spaced out and said some gibberish." She said, recalling his strange question. She has forgotten him? When? She didn’t recount a time she had met him before their first encounter in the hospital room. She only heard about him whenever Jennie would complain about how her brothers bully her, yet he seemed to have known her before that.