Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

C42

Three in the morning.

Park Jimin wordlessly strolled down the dim and winding hallways of the Song Mansion. He was impressed by the top-notch security placed around this mansion. It was extremely hard for him to break in past the electrified fences, the guard-dogs just a few yards away from the main door, and the laser beams hidden in the hallways, but nothing was impossible for Park Jimin.

He walked down the hallways, wondering which room she was in. It was a full moon tonight so there was enough moonlight seeping through the windows to guide him a pale path down the corridors. After a few minutes of walking, he finally came across a door with a golden plate that had her name on it.

He pushed the door open, locking it behind him. His footsteps were very quiet, so much that it didn't create a single noise, so when he heard a cry, he stiffened. His head snapped to the right where there was a bed with muslin curtains hanging down from the top.

"No...I'm sorry..."

Park Jimin felt as if his heart was being ripped into pieces. Her soft cries, the sniffles, everything was like a merciless jab to his heart. He rubbed his chest in hopes of soothing the shooting pain. He walked towards the bed and lifted the curtains, his heart breaking on the spot when he saw her state.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her dark, silky hair cascading around her. His eyes trailed to her softly parted lips, the enticing color drawing him closer.

She was clenching the white blanket so tightly, her delicate fingers were ghostly pale, nearly blending into her blanket. There were droplets of cold sweat on her forehead, causing her fringe to stick to it. Tears were continuously rolling down her cheeks silently accompanied by intermittent soft cries and sobs.

"Oh, love..." He hoarsely whispered upon seeing her state, immediately wiping her tears away.

He stiffened when she suddenly cried out. "NO! Don't touch me!" She shrieked in her sleep, her words alarming him. Hearing those words, the temperature around them turned into a murderous chill.

Park Jimin's eyes became darker than night, the color resembling an endless abyss. Who was touching her? Which bastard dared to cause her to have nightmares like this?!

"Please..." She wept, her voice so broken, it instantly beckoned him towards her like a moth attracted to a flame. He saw she was still asleep, but her grip on the blanket had further tightened. More tears poured from her eyes, like an endless waterfall.

Park Jimin felt as if his heart was being continuously shredded. Quickly, but gently, he pulled her into his warm embrace, prying the blanket out of her fingers. The minute he succeeded, she roughly grabbed his fingers instead.

"Stop it! It hurts!" She wailed, struggling in his arms, clearly not understanding reality. Her dreams were mocked by the sound of clothes being ripped and a frantically struggling woman.

"Shh, shh...It's alright." He gently comforted her, pressing her head to his shoulders, gently pulling his finger out of her tiny hand. Quickly, it seized onto something else - his white shirt. He ignored the fact that she was bunching up the expensive silk worth thousands. If it comforted her to hold something, he'd rather have it be him.

"It hurts! Make it stop, it hurts!" She sobbed, each word painfully slicing his heart. He didn't know what nightmare she was experiencing, but he could only hope it would quickly pass.

"It'll stop soon, don't think about it..." He continued to mummer reassuring words into her ears, gently cuddling her in his arms, continuously rubbing his calloused hands gently up and down her back, as he soothingly patted the back of her head.