BTS Oneshots

Jimin // I do.

A request for Jiminismylifeu I hope you enjoy!

It had been a long, stressful day. The kids at the nursery screamed, cried, snotted and did nothing but stay active all day.

You were convinced that there wasn't an inch of your sky blue uniform that wasn't covered in a baby's snot, or ink or anything for that matter.

You went to shove the key in the lock and turn it but muttered a small curse under your breath as you realised you had tried putting the wrong key into your front door. You fumbled around with the keys trying to find your house key, your fingers numb from the cold, small clouds of vapour coming from your lips with every stressed exhale. You finally found the key and went to thrust it into the keyhole once more when the door opened.

"Your day was that bad that you finally decided to kill me huh?" The gentle voice of your husband teased. You simply lifted your eyes to glare at the man, climbing the step and wiggled inside past him.

"Did any parcels arrive today?" You asked, throwing the work bag on the floor in the hallway as you kicked off your shoes and headed towards the livingroom.

"Nope, not even a restaurant flyer." He hummed softly and you groaned in annoyance. "Was I meant to be expecting something?"

"Yes." You flopped on the couch, throwing your head back and groaning louder in frustration.

"Don't be sat there groaning like that." He moved to the laundry room, you could hear his gentle humming as he pottered about and reappeared. He threw your favourite PJ's at you and you went to throw them back before you realised they were warm, as in straight out the dryer kind of warm. "You felt lousy this morning anyway, and I knew you honestly didn't want to cover that shift today... I thought you would like your Pj's warm for when you got in."

He eye-smiled at you and you swear you could've melted right there and then, your stress could easily disappear just from seeing him smile like that-

"Hurry and get dressed." He hummed gently. "Then meet me in the dining room."

You closed the blinds and curtains before changing into the PJ's in the living room, not wasting any time to be embraced by the warm cotton.

You then shuffled bare foot to the dining room and saw an array of dishes scattered across the table. You felt your heart swell.

"You tend to cook on our anniversaries, so I thought I'd pay you back... with a little help from Seokjin." He mumbled sheepishly and she smiled and took the seat opposite him. "We have a bit of every dish we ever had on our dates here, minus the popcorn and such from cinema dates."

You smiled softly at the man in front of you. "I love you Jimin." You coo'd gently, shovelling the hot food into your mouth.

"I love you too." He leant over the table and pecked your nose gently.

After the meal, which left you feeling bloated as if you had a food child residing within you. Jimin took your hand and lead you upstairs. There was a bath, steam still pouring from the surface, lit with a few candles and rose petals scattered in it.

"You didn't have to do this..." You mumbled softly, feeling his arms wrap around your waist gently from behind. You leant back into his touch, eyes closing as you let the warmth and Jimin embrace you gently.

"I did, and I forever will treat you, my love." He pecked her shoulder gently. "Now get in before it gets cold, and I might even dry your hair for you as an extra anniversary gift." He teased softly.

You grinned. "You definitely know the way straight to my heart, Park Jimin."