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You woke up earlier than him, eyes blankly staring through his large bedroom window, the floor-length glass allowed you to look into the amazing view of the vast front yard. The fountain was still heard from the window you cracked open earlier. You turn your head, taking a glance at a snoring Jimin whose back was still facing towards.
You had all morning to justify last night.
Really, you were trying your absolute hardest to try and paint him to be a victim, but as much as you wanted to avoid it. You were a victim in this situation too. You felt used - like a child's favourite toy being thrown to the side as it loses its value. You didn't want to feel this way, you tried to be understanding and reasonable.
Jimin was going through a lot. His Fathers death anniversary as well as having to deal with that woman he has to sadly claim is his mother. He needed a coping mechanism - something to help him.
You get that.
But as you sit up and wince from the muscle tension within your thighs, lower backside and hips - you were starting to think what if you became his new escape. You didn't mind helping him but if it meant you were going to hurt like this was it really going to be worth it?
You didn't want to say that word.
You really didn't.
But if this is how both of you are going to continue on like this, things will eventually be toxic and Jimin will never open up verbally about his feelings. It just might actually ruin everything. You will talk about it to him eventually - you were mindfully pleading that he wakes up in a better mood because last night just wasn't it.
You finish getting ready, attempting to be as quiet as possible when you showered or put lotion on. You button up your jeans after tucking your turtleneck in. Jimin finally groans and you widen as you stare at him finally change positions. He hugs the pillow, back muscles tensing before breathing heavily through his nose.
A sigh of relief leaves your body and you instantly tiptoe out of the room. Your socks move across the tiled floor smoothly, you look around just in case you bump into anyone before reaching into your back pocket and taking out your phone.
Jimin was still on a very strict diet, and even though last night happened - you are going to cook for him, the healthier he gets the better. Plus his stress levels would be risen, which really isn't good because the doctor asked him to rest. But it will mean absolutely nothing if his mother is always going to cause him to be stuck in this whirl of heavy and also unhealthy emotions.
It just wasn't good for him.
You walk into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves halfway before reaching into the fridge and start taking out ingredients and placing them on the expensive marble counter. You click the kettle for the water to start boiling and you go on about in your bubble.
Not aware of Jimin's Aunt as she walks in with a gentle smile on her face, her coffee half empty, sipping it from time to time as she listens to you talk to yourself under your breath.
"Good Morning, " She beams
"Ah, " You shriek, turning around instantly before seeing her, you bow instantly." Oh, I'm so sorry, Good Morning."
She nods her head at you, sipping from her cup yet again before gesturing you to continue. You couldn't help but feel shy but all she could think about is how the hell did you get here? She has always known that Jimin didn't want to come - the woman has already made a plan to have a long call with him just in case he hadn't.
It was a shock to the whole family.
Watching the expressionless mature looking Jimin walk through the front door - it was an even bigger shock to you walk in right behind him, interlocked hands while being wrapped in white towels, hair dripping from God knows what. She was ecstatic.
So she wondered how? How did you convince Jimin to come home? And how the hell did he allow himself to bring you here? Knowing that he will only show the worst version of him.
You sit down beside her after setting the timer to allow the food to cook just a little longer.
"I just wanted to apologize for last night, " She smiles, placing her hand above yours while the other one held still held onto the hook of the mug, " Our behavior was beyond inappropriate - that was in no way to act around a guest."
"It's okay - really, " You nod, " Jimin has already given me the heads up so I'm in no place to judge for it all."
She nods, a wide grin plastering into her face, you can tell she's just about to say or ask something but instead a black haired Jimin walks in and interrupts the moment completely.
"Good Morning Chim, " She smiles, Jimin gives her nod, she takes it as a sign to the leave the both of you alone but you mentally begging for her to stay.
You and Jimin had to talk about last night but you didn't know-how. It was going to be awkward - for you at least. You watch her kiss his forehead before walking out completely - finally leaving both of you alone.
The silence was staggering, heartbreaking, and out of place. The bell rings loudly and you take this as the opportunity to distract yourself, taking out the dishes and dishing up. Jimin watches as your hands fondle with everything. For him, last night was a blur. It's not that he didn't remember, it's just it's like he didn't feel anything.
But one thing he did feel though, deep down in his chest was guilt. He knew you guys had sex last night- he knew that. But even he can feel something isn't right.
You place the plates on the isle, noting the chopsticks were missing before instantly turning around but you fail miserably as Jimin's hand wraps around your wrist.
"I'm sorry, " He whispered, " I'm sorry about last night."
"Which part?" You croak, " When took your anger out on me or when you refused for us to talk it out."
And he falls silent again, tears were sitting in your eyes - one blink and that would be enough for them to come falling down good cheeks.
"Both, " Jimin replies, standing instantly awhile turning you around slowly but you're too scared to look into his eyes.
"I know you're going through a rough time but last night was not on, I felt used and disregarded. It was so painful watching you turn your back on me." You whisper, closing your eyes, the tears trail down your cheeks, "I hated that feeling so much. I felt rejected by you. I wanted us to talk things out - to make sure you were okay but you dismissed me."
