Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

C49

Park Jimin walked to her and seeing that she was still soundly asleep, a tranquil expression on her captivating face, he heaved a sigh of relief. It was as if a mountain was lifted off his shoulders when he saw that she did not run off into the night.

But his happiness was short-lived when he realized her position. Her body was on the floor, without a source of warmth or a blanket to cover her, and not in a proper sleeping posture.

He let out a low growl of anger. This fool. Why did she not kick him out of the bed and sleep on that instead?

Grumbling to himself about how dumb she was, he bent down and picked her up. With great care, he placed her onto the bed, and, in the dim room where he could barely see her properly, he took off her dress and slipped one of his tops over her body before tucking her into the blanket.

He climbed back into the bed and tightly wrapped his arms around her until she was buried against his chest. With his previous fear of her disappearing right before him, he could not bear to take any more risk of losing her.

He stiffened when she stirred in his arms.

"...Park... Jimin?" Song Areum groggily mumbled, wanting to rub her eyes, but something strong was binding her arms in place. She could feel comforting heat radiating in front of her and did nothing but snuggle closer to it, burying her face into the solid chest.

"Shh, go back to sleep, love." He patted her head, caressing her hair. He felt his heart swell when she nuzzled her face against him, clinging onto him, even if it was to leech the warmth off of him. He wondered if she could hear his pounding heart.

While she peacefully slept in his arms, Park Jimin stared up at the ceiling, recalling the nightmare. The scenes were from different timelines merged into one and the end result was always the words, "I’m sorry, but who are you?"

"Mm just...one more rice cake." She talked in her sleep, her small rambling amusing him. He pulled the blanket up more until it covered her chin.

Seeing her now in his arms and not a different man’s, Park Jimin could feel the slightest bit of relief. He needed it to remain that way, he needed her to belong to him and only him.

His heart stirred with uncertainty. He did not know how or why she forgot about him. She might’ve been young when he left for overseas, but he did not leave long enough for her to easily forget him like that.

Something must’ve happened within the two years that he left and Park Jimin was determined to get to the bottom of it.

- - - - -

The next morning, Park Jimin woke up to a pleasant surprise. There were feather-light touches trailing a path on his face, going from his long lashes to his chin. A tiny giggle could be heard beside him when his nose twitched. The sound was music to his ears, the small note that lead to a symphony.

She yelped when he abruptly captured her fingers, his swift movement startling her.

Song Areum was so busy watching his face scrunching up with her teasing touches to realize he was truly awake. When he opened his eyes, blinked, and lazily tilted his head in her direction, a low smirk hanging on his face, she felt her heart thump faster than normal.

His perfectly chiseled face was still handsome in the morning, even though he had just woken up. "Good morning." His voice, thicker than usual from sleep, did unruly things to her heart.

He lifted his other arm to gently graze her face, rubbing circles on her silky smooth cheeks. He didn’t want to get up yet and only wanted to savor this moment.

"Good morning..." She tiredly mumbled, feeling warm upon hearing his deep and hoarse morning voice. She was shocked to have woken up in his bed, securely wrapped against him, but figured he must’ve been the cause of it. She only hoped he did not see anything when he changed her into one of his shirts.