Someone's POV
I was playing with the kids. Not my own kids; I'm a teacher in kindergarten. While I was playing, a boy came up to me and asked, “Jimin Sensei, may I come in?”
“Yes, come in,” I replied, smiling.
The boy entered and said, “Your husband is here to pick you up.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks for informing me,” I responded. The boy bowed and left.
I am Jimin, a 24-year-old with a childish spirit. I'm always happy and strive to make others happy as well. I’m married to Min Yoongi, who is a CEO. Yoongi is cold, but he has a soft spot for me in his heart. He loves me more than anything, yet he has never said the words. He does care, but sometimes he can be very distant. There’s a reason for that, which I’ll explain later.
End of Introduction.
I packed my things, bid goodbye to the kids, and headed outside.
In the parking lot, I spotted Yoongi. “I’m here!” I called cheerfully.
“Hm,” he just hummed, getting into the car.
“Ahhhh, he’s way too cold,” I pouted. “Let’s just sit inside the car.”
I climbed in, still pouting. “Let’s go, shall we?” Yoongi asked coldly.
“Can we go to the ice cream parlor first?” I requested.
“No, you’ll fall sick,” he replied.
“Please,” I insisted, still pouting.
Yoongi said nothing and started the car. I pouted, thinking I wouldn’t get any ice cream today. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep.
Yoongi stopped the car near the ice cream parlor and saw that I was sleeping. He unbuckled his seatbelt, went inside the parlor,
and returned after a while with an ice cream box. He placed it on the backseat and sat back in the car, buckling his seatbelt before starting the engine.
Soon, we arrived home. Yoongi glanced at me, still asleep. He unbuckled his seatbelt, got out, opened my door,
and picked me up in a bridal style, taking the ice cream from the backseat as he carried me inside.
In the living room, when Yoongi brought me in, I woke up.
“Shhhh, sleep,” he murmured.
“Mhm, no. I need to take a shower. Put me down,” I protested.
He set me down and said, “Go take a shower. I’ll make lunch.”
“Okay,” I replied, rushing upstairs after kissing his cheek. Once I reached the top, Yoongi smiled,
placing his hand on the cheek where I kissed him. “Cute,” he mumbled to himself, grinning as he went to the kitchen.
After some time, while Yoongi was cooking, I came up behind him and hugged him tightly.
“Leave me,” he said in a cold voice.
“I won’t,” I insisted.
Yoongi sighed, knowing I wouldn’t listen. He may be cold, but he never did anything to hurt me.
After a while, he finished cooking and said, “Leave me now; we have to go to the dining room.”
“Fine,” I pouted, releasing him, and we both went to the dining room.
Time skip after lunch.
Now, we were in the living room, and I was watching TV when Yoongi came in with the ice cream he had bought earlier.
“Here,” he said, handing me a bowl with two scoops.
I looked at the ice cream and took it, leaping up to hug him. “Yay! Thank you for bringing this, Yoongi. I love you!” I exclaimed, kissing his cheek.
Yoongi stood there, unsure of how to respond, wondering what had just happened. We both enjoyed the ice cream together.
Time skip to the next day.
Yoongi was in his home office when he took a picture out of a drawer. It was a photo of a girl with him.
“It’s been a long time since you cheated on me. I thought you wouldn’t do it,” Yoongi said softly. “I can’t hate you, but because of you, I stopped believing in love.”
She was Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend; they started dating in college and fell for each other. But she cheated on him for someone else, using Yoongi only for his money.
When he discovered the betrayal, he broke up with her. He saw her kissing another boy in the park and slapped her in anger. After that, he decided to marry someone else.
His parents arranged his marriage to me. Despite his cold demeanor, he never hurt me. He loves me but fears being cheated on again. He is insecure now.
Time skips.
Yoongi was in the backyard, talking on the phone when I came searching for him. I overheard him say something that broke my heart.
“Jimin? I hate his childish behavior. He’s annoying,” he said.
Without waiting to hear more, I rushed inside. Let’s see what Yoongi was really talking about.
He was walking in the backyard when someone called him.
“Hey, how are you, Mom?” Yoongi asked.
“I’m good, what about you?” Mrs. Min replied.
“Same,” he said.
“How’s my Jimin?” she asked.
“My Jimin? He’s good,” he answered.
“Aha, your Jimin. Someone told me he was annoying and that you hated his childish behavior,” Mrs. Min said.
“Jimin? I hate his childish behavior? He’s annoying? No, Mom, I was wrong,” Yoongi said. “I was so wrong. He’s such a pure soul, and I’m never annoyed by him. I love when he behaves childishly; I love his personality.”
“I’m glad you love him. So, when are you confessing?” she asked.
“This week. I can’t hide my feelings anymore; I actually love him,” Yoongi confessed. “I thought about it all night, and I realized I can’t deny my feelings anymore.”
“That’s great,” Mrs. Min replied.
“I have some work, Mom. I’ll call you later,” Yoongi said.
“Okay, bye,” she replied.
“Bye, Mom,” he said before ending the call and heading inside.
He walked into the living room and found me sitting there. I was crying, and he rushed to my side.
“Jimin,” he spoke softly.
“What?” I replied coldly.
“What's wrong? Why are you crying, baby?” he asked gently.
“Stop it; don’t pretend,” I said.
“Pretend what?” he questioned.
“Pretend that you don’t hate me and my childish behavior,” I answered.
“What? I really don’t! Who said this?” he asked, confused.
I didn’t respond and went to my room.
Time skips two days.
Yoongi tried hard to talk to me, but I kept giving him the cold shoulder.
Finally, one day, I sat in my room, saying to myself, “He was talking on the phone when he said he hates my childish behavior. I’m annoying.”
Yoongi walked past my room and overheard me. Now he understood why I had changed so suddenly. He entered my room.
“So you heard what I said on the call?” he asked.
I remained silent.
“Jimin, it’s all a misunderstanding,” he pleaded.
“I don’t believe you,” I replied.
“I can prove it; give me one chance,” he insisted.
“I don’t want to listen,” I said, getting up to leave when he grabbed my wrist.
“Please,” he said, tears welling in his eyes.
He was hurt by my behavior; he couldn’t bear my silence anymore. During these days of my ignoring him, he realized how much he loved me and couldn’t stand being apart.
“Fine,” I finally said.
Yoongi took out his phone and opened the call recorder. He found his mom’s call and handed the phone to me.
I listened, and my heart sank. “I-I’m sorry,” I stammered.
Yoongi didn’t respond; he just pulled me into a hug.
“I should say sorry because I hurt you so much with my cold behavior,” he said.
“Even when you were cold, you always cared for me. You never hurt me,” I replied.
“I love you. Let’s start a happy life, forgetting everything that happened in the past,” Yoongi proposed.
“I love you too, and yes, let’s do it,” I agreed.
“Promise not to be cold again,” he said.
“I promise I won’t,” I replied.
“I also promise,” he added.
The End.
