Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

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Song Areum woke up in comfortable warmth, something she always sought for. She was cocooned within something hard, strong, safe... She tiredly opened her eyes, wanting to rub the sleepiness away, but found her arms trapped. She looked down and saw two thick, honey-toned skin biceps around her. She was fascinated by the muscles, wanting to poke it, but could not do so because of the brute who was hugging her too tight.

She found it amusing that even when he slept, he still had the urge to touch and cradle her in his embrace, not that she minded, for he was like her personal heater.

With great ordeal and a lot of wriggling, she was finally able to turn around to properly look at his sleeping face. He looked so innocent and peaceful when he slept, nothing like his awakened self. When she saw his dark circles had worsened, she wondered what types of nights he had for him to not get proper sleep, but then again, realized, she too, could not get a good sleep.

She stared at his features for the longest time, so perfect, not a single flaw visible, it made her envy him. The Gods truly spent their sweet time designing his face, more appealing than Adonis himself. She always admired his jawline, sharp enough to cut through rocks, and those lips of his, slightly thin, but could do crazy wonders to hers.

At the memory of their steamy night, her cheeks flushed bright red, feeling embarrassed even though she clearly enjoyed every part of it. She did not think she could get over her fear so quickly, even with the years of therapy, but being with him, who always remained patient with her even when he could easily overpower her, a giddy feeling spread through her chest.

A word was pressing on the tip of her tongue, but she decided it was not the right time yet and she was not ready to say so. "Park Jimin," she whispered, "I like you..."

"Not as much as I do."

His reply made her heart skip a beat in fright. H-he was awake this entire time?! For how long now? Did he catch me ogling over his face, nearly drooling again?!

Park Jimin slowly opened his eyes, a glint tucked within the folds of obsidian black. "Good morning, my dear." He bent in for a kiss, but she turned her head, landing a peck upon her face.

"Brush your teeth first." She mumbled, causing a peal of ripe laughter to echo throughout the room, the sound carefree and sending tingles down her spine. It was the sort that came from the soul, pure and genuine.

A silly smile lifted her lips as he laid on his back, one arm still around her waist. She leaned her head on his strong and firm chest, enjoying the way it rises and rumbled as his laughter settled to a low chuckle.

"I don’t mind it."

"I do."

He pinched her nose, amused at the quirky little things about her. When she peered up at him with that goofy smile of hers, he couldn’t help but also want to smile, one that reached his eyes.

"If I get up right now, will you give me two more kisses?"

"Why two?"

"You only gave me one yesterday, plus the one you should give me today, it would be two."