Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

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After an entire day spent at Muera, Song Areum crashed onto the bed, burying her face into the soft material. She dropped her purse at the foot of the bed and wanted to do nothing more but curl up in the blankets and fall asleep.

She kept Park Jimin in the dark this entire time. She was thankful and glad that he was patient with her, never once forcing her to speak about what happened. She closed her eyes for the briefest second and unknowingly fell asleep, resting on her stomach.

- - - - -

The screams of a woman could be heard in the distance. She was on her stomach, struggling against a force. It was dark and through her mangled hair, she could not see anything except for a pair of arms, clothed in forest green.

Song Areum shot out of bed, startling Park Jimin who had just come home to discover that she was fast asleep on her stomach. He had barely reached out to caress her cheek when she abruptly sat up, her eyes wide and frantic.

She pressed a hand to her chest, gasping for air. Park Jimin wasted no time to haul her into his arms. "I’m fine." She promptly said. Regardless, she hugged him and rested her head on his shoulders, staring at the headrest.

"I still want to hug you." He quietly said, rubbing his hands up and down her back while he pressed tiny kisses to her head. "Will you ever talk to me about your nightmares?" He gently asked her, caressing her hair.

"Which one?" She calmly asked, continuing to rest her head upon him. She relished in his warmth and the comfort he provided. She touched her cheek and was glad that she was not crying. Just because she was good at being independent, it did not mean that there weren’t times where she liked to be cherished and cuddled like a teddy bear.

Park Jimin hummed as he thought over their choices. "How about we start with the one you just had?"

Song Areum drew circles on his back. "That’s a very long one." She nuzzled her face into his shoulders, breathing in his intoxicating scent that was a mixture of sweet tangerines and the calming ocean shores.

"We have all the time in the world." Park Jimin pressed a kiss to the side of her head before leaning his head upon hers. With each circle she drew, his body relaxed at least tenfold.

"That will be a story for another time..." She trailed off, pulling back from their endearing embrace. She cupped his face and decided it was time to talk about the General.

"But I will introduce to you the person who has caused half of my nightmares." She murmured to him.

Park Jimin slowly nodded his head. He was glad she was going to unravel more about her past. In order to respect her personal space, he did not dig much deeper into her than needed. He wanted her to open up by herself.

Song Areum breathed in deeply and began to explain the story of General Jeong Jin-soo.

- - - - -

Two years ago.

A young woman ran through the barracks, dressed in her training uniform, a mischievous smile on her youthful face.

"Hey, get back here! You did not finish your remaining eighty push-ups!" An older drill instructor yelled from behind her. He had a bit of belly from all the years of staying in the bases and never entering the battlefield since his glory days as he barely passed the physical standards.

He was one of the more lenient instructors of the company’s training cadre and if anyone could outrun him, he would most likely not chase them for too long since he saw it as a waste of time. If they weren’t an officer, he’d get them later anyhow.