Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

C50

When the car pulled up in front of the enormous Main Mansion that spread for acres beyond, with the sunset directly behind it, adding an orange glow to the exterior, Song Areum felt her anxiety reached its peak.

She nervously licked her bottom lip, squirming in her seat as her heart pounded rapidly. Throughout her long friendship with Park Jennie, she rarely met Madam and Master Park. She remembered the majority of their childhood was spent in the Song Mansion, and not in Park Jennie’s house. She was not sure why, but as a child, she was too terrified to enter this place.

Seeing it now, she was confused about her fears. This place was as majestic as a grand castle, resembling the Buckingham Palace in Europe. Windows that stretched for miles, heavily protective gates, lush trees lining the road leading up to the house, and armed security guards spread out by a few feet, it was surreal to come here.

What was so scary about this place in the best for her to refuse coming here...?

"You’ll do fine." Park Jimin reassured her when he opened the door for her, offering her a helping hand. When she gratefully accepted it, a wry smile on her face, Park Jimin brushed back a few loose strands of hair that framed her heart-shaped face.

"Don’t dwell on the negative thoughts. The more you do, the more you’ll end up believing the nonsense." Park Jimin placed his hand on her small back, his fingers spread while he guided her towards the trunk of the car where she took out the neatly wrapped gifts.

"Jennie is also accompanying us for tonight’s dinner." He specifically arranged for his younger sister to come back home, knowing how relaxed and calm she was around her. At times like this, Jennie was very useful.

"Okay." Song Areum bobbed her head, feeling the slightest bit relaxed. She turned to Park Jimin, smoothing out the non-existent creases on her gown. She took extra care of her outfit today, making sure to not damage or dirty it.

"Do I look okay? Is my hair messy? What about my dress? Oh, is my makeup smudged—"

"You look amazing." He automatically responded, his arms snaking around her to tug her for a quick kiss but she pressed her hand on his chest.

"No, you’ll ruin the lipstick." She had reapplied a layer in the car and knew with his intense kisses, it would be smudged, and her brain would be too muddled.

"You can reapply it." He muttered, bending his head and lifting her chin, but she firmly used her palms to block his intoxicating lips.

He responded by holding her hand and kissing her individual fingers. "Then, I want two kisses later." He muttered, greedy for more.

The entire day, she refused to kiss him, except the one this morning and he was growing more impatient as the day went on.

She nodded, her mind not fully comprehending his words. She was too occupied at the idea of meeting his parents.

Little did she know, Madam and Master Park had seen everything from the window.