𝓑𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 (𝓙𝓲𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴)

chapter 3

Jimin’s POV

After saying goodnight to my hubby, I bounced into my parents' bedroom with excitement, leaping onto the bed without a second thought.

“Aish! How many times have I told you not to jump like that, huh?” my mom scolded, frowning as she applied her night skincare routine, dabbing cream delicately on her face. Her annoyance was fleeting though, more out of habit than actual anger.

I grinned cheekily, unfazed. Before I could respond, my dad came to my defense, chuckling softly as he sat down at the foot of the bed. “Leave my boy alone, Min Young-ah,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

I stuck my tongue out at Mom, laughing. She shook her head but couldn’t help smiling as she joined us on the bed, a sigh escaping her lips.

After a few moments, Mom’s expression softened. She reached out and gently stroked my hair, her voice quieter now, more serious. “Baby, tomorrow you’ll be starting a new chapter in your life with Jungkook. You’ve always been a mischievous little boy, and I love that about you. But now, you’re a married man. You’ll have responsibilities, and things might not always be easy, especially so far away from home. Are you sure you’re ready for this? If you’re not, you can tell me. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

Her voice wavered slightly, hope dancing in her eyes, as if she were silently wishing I’d say no and stay with her forever.

Before I could respond, my dad cut in, a soft laugh in his voice. “Min Young-ah, what are you saying? You’re scaring him! He’s not going off to war. You just don’t want him to leave,” Dad teased, shaking his head.

“As if you’re thrilled about our son moving to a different country,” she murmured under her breath, glaring at him.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at their banter. It was the same routine they’d followed for years—bickering over the smallest things, only to make up moments later with soft words and tender glances. Their love was constant, unwavering, despite the small disagreements that punctuated their days. I’d always admired it, and in many ways, I hoped my marriage with Jungkook would be like theirs—filled with warmth, laughter, and unconditional love.

I’d known Jungkookie my entire life. He had always been there, watching over me, protecting me. He treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world, and there wasn’t a single day where I didn’t feel loved by him. When his parents proposed the idea of marriage, I was over the moon. It felt like a dream come true—being able to spend the rest of my life with someone I adored so deeply. Now that the wedding had happened, the reality still hadn’t fully sunk in. I was married. I was Jungkook’s husband. We were going to start a new life together, a cute little family just like I had always imagined.

I giggled at the thought, my cheeks growing warm. My parents turned to me, curiosity in their eyes, but I quickly cleared my throat and straightened up.

“I’m okay, Mom,” I said, my voice steady. “I don’t mind going to a different country because Kookie hyung will be with me. As long as he’s there, I’ll be fine.”

Mom’s eyes softened, though the worry didn’t fully leave her face. Dad, on the other hand, smiled broadly, clearly reassured. “That’s the spirit, baby. But if anything happens—if you’re unhappy or need anything—you call us right away, okay? We’ll come to you in a heartbeat. Promise me you’ll let us know if you have any problems.”

He held out his pinky, asking for a pinky promise like he used to do when I was a child.

“I promise,” I said, wrapping my pinky around his and sealing the vow.