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jimin - request (pt 2)

Thank you MikaylaCamesa for requesting a part two to your imagine, I'm glad you enjoyed it so much uwu

Trust.

When asked about what features a good relationship should have, it's one of the top three that many mention. It's the glue that holds you two together to keep the love and sparks alive.

And as his warm eyes stare into yours, you know he trusts you with all his being. With a slight nod of his head, he sighs in relief, stiff composure sagging until your father's booming voice echoes down the hall.

"Allison!" He bellows, his scowl deepening when he spots you with the boy that's so close to ruining his plans for you. In a few menacing strides, he has his hand wrapped around your wrist and pulling you away from Jimin.

"You stupid girl," he snarls, "what has gotten into you?"

You twist your wrist out of his hold with a grimace, the spot throbbing. You slide back to Jimin's side and challenge his anger with some of your own. "To reiterate, father, I'm marrying Park Jimin and you have no right to stop me."

Your father's anger only grows, his face turning unhealthy shades of red. "You're worthless, an absolute waste of my time! I don't why I bothered with you!"

You shrug, smirking a little. "Nothing you say will change my mind. Just like nothing I say will change yours."

He stops fuming to look at you oddly, his features softening into one of pride before returning to its furious state.

"We best be off then. Trust me, dad. I know what I'm doing." You reach up to kiss your dad on the cheek before walking confidently up the stairs to your room. Jimin follows behind silently, letting his thoughts consume him throughout the whole ordeal.

"Ali," he mutters, "are we getting married?"

You collapse onto your bed, patting the empty space next to you. He slips his shoes off and jumps in, snuggling into your hip. "I don't know really. I would be up for it, honestly but it was just a point so my father would lay off a bit."

He hums in acknowledgement, drawing patterns on your hip as his mind takes him to a possible future.

He sees you, smiling like you've never smile before. You walk down the hall of an unfamiliar house, humming some made up tune underneath your breath. The scene shifts to him, sitting on the couch while scrolling through some messages. When you see him, your smile brightens.

"Morning, hubby," you giggle, peppering his cheeks with feather light kisses.

"Morning, baby," he replies, twisting his head to catch your lips in a surprise kiss. After pulling away, you sigh, seating yourself in his lap.

"Isn't it weird we got married a month ago? I still feel like a blushing bride."

He chuckles and puts his phone down to hug you to his chest. "I always saw us like this so no, it's not weird. I mean, we only just made our love more official."

You nod, admiring the ring resting on your finger like it always belonged there. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

The vision fades, his dreamy smile catching your gaze. "Whatcha thinking about, Chim?"

He rolls onto his stomach, peering up at you with pleading eyes. "Maybe we should get married."

You giggle and nod, giving him a short kiss. "I agree. Give my father some time to come around to the idea and then we're good to go. I can't wait to marry you, Jimin."

"And me to you, my love."