FALLING FOR YOU | PJM FF ✅️

CHAPTER 34

"What do you want?" Jimin snarled, his voice laced with barely suppressed rage.

The woman sashayed towards him, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Just you, baby," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed deceit.

She slithered onto his lap, a jarring contrast to the warmth only Y/N ever occupied. Jimin, a volcano erupting beneath a calm surface, burned with the unspoken reminder of his wife's absence.

"Finally," she cooed, stroking his jaw with a possessive hand. "Here you are, beneath me. How does that feel, darling?"

He rolled his eyes, disgust churning in his gut. "Listen, Sarah," he spat, his voice laced with steel, "I'm a married man. Stay away from me. Don't you dare touch me or Y/N again. I swear, I'll sue you."

A manic laugh erupted from her lips, unnerving Jimin and causing his grip to loosen. She seized the opportunity, scrambling up and pinning him back onto the plush couch.

"Sue me?" she cackled, the sound echoing through the opulent room. "What evidence do you have, Jimin, hmm?"

He blinked, a cold dread settling in his stomach. He knew, with sickening certainty, that she'd covered her tracks, leaving him with nothing to use against her.

"Aww, baby," she crooned, her voice dripping with saccharine sympathy.

She yanked him closer by his collar, her eyes fixated on his Adam's apple. Her touch lingered on the fresh wounds, a brutal reminder of the fight with Vernon and his goons - a fight to protect Y/N.

He flinched, a guttural groan escaping his lips. Despite the pain, his hands remained rigidly by his side.

Instead, he lashed out with a swift kick, sending a jolt of pain through her leg and eliciting a yelp. With a lightning-fast movement, he grabbed her dark hair, pulling it down with a vicious yank.

Tears streamed down her face as she shrieked in pain, clawing at his arm in a futile attempt to free herself. Jimin, however, was a mountain, his hold unwavering.

"Don't think this is some game, Sarah," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You made Y/N cry. You will pay. You will face the worst consequences imaginable, mark my words."

With a final yank, he dragged her across the polished marble floor, leaving a trail of blood and tears in his wake. As he slammed the door of her opulent mansion shut, her screams of anger echoed through the night.

"No, darling," Sarah hissed, desperation lacing her voice. "You belong to me. You're mine to screw!"

She snatched her phone, her manicured fingers flying across the screen as she typed another message, a cruel weapon designed to inflict maximum damage.

"Ms. Shin," the message taunted, "Keep a closer eye on your husband, seems he seeks fulfillment elsewhere. Looks like you can't quite satisfy him, can you? Muah, babe. Take care."

With a triumphant smirk, she attached the incriminating photo - a snapshot of her brazenly perched on Jimin's lap. Her laughter, sharp and cruel, echoed through the room.

"Oh, you little b!tch," she snarled, her voice laced with venomous satisfaction. "Your husband belongs to me. He was always meant to be mine."

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"Oppa, where's Jimin?" Y/N's voice trembled with worry.

Jin hesitated, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Y/N, I don't want to give you false hope. If Jimin left a note, please believe it. He's on a dangerous mission, and he won't return until it's complete. He might..."