Jimin’s POV
“I’ll send you the divorce papers soon!” I spat out, my voice trembling as I walked toward the door, refusing to give hyung even a single glance.
Hyung stood frozen, his face pale as my words echoed through the room. But those words—they weren’t easy for me. It took all the courage I had to say them. Truthfully, I didn’t want to leave him. I loved him with every part of me. He had been in my life from the moment I was born, my constant, my everything. But the pain I was feeling now—it was indescribable, a searing agony that suffocated me.
Just as my hand reached for the door, I felt a strong pull on my arm.
“Baby, please! Let me explain—” Hyung’s voice was desperate, but I didn’t care. I yanked my arm free and turned to glare at him, my red, swollen eyes meeting his tearful ones.
“Explain?” I snapped, folding my arms tightly around my chest. My voice was laced with anger, but it was my heart speaking. “You want me to give you a chance to explain? Really? That’s all I’ve ever done, hyung! I gave you countless chances to explain every time I saw you with her. Every time I stood there, silently begging for you to choose me. But have you ever given me the same chance? Ever? No! You didn’t even bother to ask. Every single time, you assumed the worst about me. Even now! You’re standing here asking for a chance, but did you give me one? No. So don’t expect it from me now!”
I turned back toward the door, my fingers curling around the handle, but before I could leave, hyung’s arms wrapped around me tightly from behind.
“Leave me! I said leave me!” I shouted, twisting and struggling to pull away, but his grip only tightened.
“Please, baby, please don’t leave me! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, but I can’t live without you!” His voice broke, and I felt his tears soaking into my shoulder. “I’ll die without you, Jimin-ah. Please don’t do this to us!”
I clenched my jaw, biting my lip so hard that I tasted blood, trying desperately to suppress the sob threatening to escape me. My tears betrayed me, flowing freely down my cheeks. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to speak, even as my chest tightened painfully with each word.
“You don’t need me, hyung,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “This marriage came into your life against your will. You never wanted it, and you never wanted me. Maybe it’s Ava you truly love. Maybe she’s the one your heart has been aching for all along. I can’t stay in this… this meaningless marriage anymore.”
“No, baby! No!” Hyung’s voice rose, raw and frantic. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his chest, his heart pounding wildly beneath my palm. “It’s you, Jimin-ah! Only you! My heart beats for you—can’t you feel it? I don’t want Ava. I don’t love her. I love you! I love you more than anything!”
His words pierced through me, and for a moment, I hesitated. But then the memories flooded back—of him standing by her side, of him prioritizing her over me time and time again.
“Then why?” I demanded, my voice trembling with pain. “Why did you side with her, hyung? Why did you prioritize her over me, even when I was standing right next to you? Do you have any idea how much that hurt? Maybe Ava was right. Maybe you were thinking about her all along, even when you were with me. Maybe…” My voice broke, and I had to take a shuddering breath before continuing. “Maybe I was just a bedwarmer to you.”
“No!” Hyung dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands clutching at mine desperately. “You’re not a bedwarmer! You’re my love! My everything! Yes, this marriage started out forced, but I fell for you. I fell so deeply in love with you, Jimin-ah. I was loyal to you from the moment we said our vows. Every moment we shared, every kiss, every touch—it was all real. I made love to you because I love you, not out of obligation. Please believe me, baby. Please give me one more chance!”
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FanfictionJimin: Smiling brightly "I'm okay with this marriage! I always looked up to Kookie hyung, so I'm happy and excited!" Jungkook: In disbelief "What do you mean I have to marry him? How can you say that, eomma? I've always seen Jimin as my little broth...
