Love you like a love song

Chapter 13

*Y/N'S POV*

{I got up and looked through my messages to see if I had any meetings or important tasks for the day, but I had nothing. I then wiped away my tears.}

{I heard footsteps coming down the stairs as soon as I left the room. Jimin was looking at his watch to see what time it was. To be really honest, I thought I had moved past my foolish first love when I saw him again. But I suppose not.}

During our time together in his room, it felt as if I still had feelings for him.

"Are you going somewhere?" I inquired, but Jimin made no effort to respond.

"Jimin?" I asked again, this time loud enough for him to speak up.

"None of your business," Jimin replied before leaving the house and slamming the door again.

{I sighed. Why does he have to be so rude? To find out if he had eaten, I went upstairs and around to his room. Surprisingly, he finished the entire meal, almost as if it were a clean plate.

"So, was he lying when he claimed he was not hungry?" I said to myself, raising an eyebrow.

{I took the tray to the kitchen and washed it. The whole house was so big that I thought I would get lost, but I got used to it after a few hours.}

=At Night=

{While watching my favorite Korean drama on TV, I heard keys open the front door. I quickly turned off the television and sat upright.}

{After entering, Jin closed the front door and continued on, obliging me in the process. It was painful, but I had to adjust.}

I tried to start a conversation because I had not spoken in almost five hours, "J-jimin, how was y-your day?"

"...", Jimin was uninterested in responding.

"Are you tired? You seem tired," I said, the sadness in my voice clear.

"Why? are you happy I am?", Jimin scoffed.

"What? No, you appear weak and exhausted, which is why I asked". I tried to explain myself to him because I did not want him to have the wrong idea about me.

"I made dinner. Please come and eat.", i insisted.

"Y/n. Keep one thing in mind. I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE THAT WILL OBEY EVERYTHING YOU SAY, I'LL EAT WHEN I FUCKING WANT TO", Jimin Roared stepping closer to me.

"I never wanted this marriage, and I hated that I had to marry someone else!" Jimin yelled.

"S-someone else?" I murmured, confused. What does he mean by someone else?

"You will never be my wife; I have someone else in my life who is my life. There is no 'we' in this marriage, so do not expect anything from me," Jimin said before heading upstairs.

{Without any warning, he abruptly left. I was in pieces; he obviously had someone, so why did not he reject this marriage? What made him marry me?}

{What purpose does this marriage serve, then? This marriage lacks both love and understanding.}

{I was holding the wedding ring with a sad expression. It was supposed to be our first night together, but I had no idea this would be like this. A fantastic evening? It is not like I see one.}

I said in a whisper, "Was it just me who thought that we could be something?" but no one was there to hear me.

I went to my bedroom and just lay there, not moving. I was incredibly naive to believe that this marriage would make me happy. I drifted off to a deep sleep as I considered everything that had happened today.