My Cruel Husband | Jimin FF

My Cruel Husband | Jimin FF | Chap. 32 | Kawaii_BTS123

''Yoongi! Come join us for a drink!'' Someone barged in my, it's now official, room. Yoongi rolled his eyes and cracked a smile for me. A grinned back before the door slammed in front of my face. I waited for a few seconds, hearing any sounds close by and sighed. I got up, dusted my lap and reached for my medication. I took the cold water Yoongi handed me and gulped it down along with the pills. 

''Don't fret Y/N, it'll be over soon.'' A turned my head to the setting sun. I gave the sun a frail smile before yanking my jacket off the floor. I twisted the doorknob open and went downstairs. The living smelt awful, I'm serious. The aroma of the juicy steak that was cooked in kitchen was long gone and is replaced by cigarettes, whiskey and sour sweat. I pulled an air-freshener and sprayed the air, pulling a disgusted face. I gazed at the wasted dudes and a dudette just on the floor mumbling like crazy, some lazily dancing or smoking another cigar. I shook my head before leaving the duplex. Pressing a button, I entered the lift and tapped the rooftop floor button. 

''Ah. Fresh air.'' I inhaled the oxygen and approached a rooftop ledge. I sat down and dangled my legs, admiring the view of Daegu. Yes, Daegu, the driver drove me all the way from Seoul to Daegu and I was fortunate to meet a kind driver who gave me a 50% discount from my fee. The sun was burning bright tangerine and the cherry blossoms in the distance made the whole view more breathtaking. Tall and little buildings along with cars on the roads and the mountains just standing placid made the landscape... perfect. Something glinted in the distance. I stood up and searched for it. It was... a guitar.

''Let's see who owns this pretty...'' I searched for a name, ''Park Jimin. Huh,'' My expression hardened before softening, ''Oh well. He's not here.'' i went back to the rooftop ledge, holding the guitar, not letting it go. I plucked a few strings before I started to fingerstyle a song:

''Here's to the ones that we got, cheers to the wish you were here but you're not cause the drinks bring back all the memories of everything we've been through, Toast to the ones here today, toast to the ones that we lost on the way cause the drinks bring back all the memories, and the memories bring back, bring back you...'' I gazed at the sun which was no longer there, instead, the moon glimmered while the stars danced around it. I smiled before putting down the guitar.

''I should probably give this back to the cat.'' I looked at the guitar before leaving the rooftop. When I came back, the guests were no longer there. Yoongi was... somewhere else so it made the house dead silent. I shuddered before putting the guitar down.

''Yoongi-ah! Where are you?'' I strolled up the stairs. Silent creaking noises were heard from his room. The shit? Don't tell me he's doing it with- yep. He's doing it. His bed was violently shaking as the brunette went up then dropped down. I placed a hand on my mouth to prevent myself from puking in the spot. I inaudibly walked away to my room and closed it silently. I groaned and tried to erase whatever I had just saw. I gazed at the moon.

''Even if I hate Jimin, I wonder what's he doing now.'' My eyes then pin-pointed a table with a lamp. Several thoughts appeared in my head as my legs moved without me permitting it. I sat and reached for my sketchbook. I took a mental inference of Jimin and started to sketch on his eyes. His soft, glimmering eyes that could melt a person's heart yet stare them down. His dark brown orbs just gazing at you while your heart pounds and you mentally melt down like lava. His Greek shaped nose that could make both genders want to boop it and he would just giggle. I sketched that too. His plump, peachy lips that were soft to the core and pastel pink, making your desires pull out and just... well, yeah. His silky, velvety hair that can make people yearn for it. That could make them need to run their fingers through it and never stop...

''There...'' I softly spoke. I held it up and scanned for imperfections. My heartstrings pulled and nudged me slightly. I could feel myself yearn for him even if he's a monster. I sigh and hid the sketch under my pillow, ''What are you playing, Park?" I smile and made a silent plea to never speak of this. 

''Y/N-ah?'' Some hoarse voice said from my door. I hummed in response, ''When have you arrived home?"

''Enough to see you fucking some brunette.'' I nonchalantly said while putting my hands under my head. Silence filled the room before a door closed. I smirked to myself before closing my eyes, trying to drift to sleep.

I have a feeling we'll meet again, Park...