Fifty Shades Of Park Jimin

•Chapter 45•

The three words keep replaying in my mind, over and over again. His voice, his actions and most importantly his eyes. His eyes exposed everything to me, the meaning and his sincerity. He was being honest. Each time his voice repeats in my mind I find myself smiling. He loves me.

I feel like I'm in a trance. This doesn't feel real. The three of us sat on the park bench talking normally. My mother conversing with Jimin effortlessly, laughing at his humour and intrigued with his life. I stay silent in between them, I have nothing to say. Happiness builds up within me, I finally feel free and the tension that's been growing within me has eased. My biggest worry was my mother, telling her was something I was most afraid of. However everything turned out better than I had imagined. She's warming up to Jimin, she may not admit it right away but deep down I know she likes him. She's watching him intently, taking in every one of his words. Listening and focusing. Smiling and laughing. Jimin always has a way with his words, it's as if he has every woman under a spell. Although the spell he cast on me was arousing rather than friendly. Maybe he just loves parents?

I'm glad my mother came by herself. I still have my father to talk to. He's more calmer than my mother. So I have a few worries but not too many. My mother is the most intimidating. Any man I have dated she has always criticized. Even when I first met Jaeyong, she wasn't fond of him. It took her months and months to warm up to him. It's only been the last few years she's really liked him. But for Jimin it's only taken a few hours.

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Walking back into my childhood home feels so nostalgic. I haven't been home in months. Nothing has changed, everything still seems in the same place. All neat and tidy. Just the way my mother likes. I hear music blasting from the conservatory informing me that my father is downstairs. He always plays music, and I've always listened and danced with him. I've done this since I could walk. We were known as the dancing pair in the family. Although the dancing was fairly bad which we did admit to ourselves. But it was fun in the moment.

I ask Jimin to wait in my bedroom upstairs, I don't want him distracting me while I talk to my father. He complied and my mother is showing him around the small house. I feel at ease knowing at least one of my parents accept Jimin.

Walking through the house, following the loud music I step into the conservatory. He doesn't notice me, his back is facing me and I think he's looking at his phone.

"Dad. Hey!" I practically scream over the loud music. He jumps in surprise turning around. Instantly he switches the music off, I open my arms to give him a hug like I usually do whenever I see him but he moves away from me, sitting down on the leather sofa.

I'm confused, he always greets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek like my mother. I feel upset that he's ignoring me.

"So you broke up with Jaeyong?" He's straightforward. His tone sharp and cold. With the silence swarming in the room the tension increases.

"Yes". I feel intimidated, I've never felt like this with him. My mother is the intimidating one out of the pair.

"Did you cheat on him?" He's raising his voice at me, and I now realise he isn't happy at all.

"Of course I didn't. He's the one who chea-"

"So you're sleeping with your boss?" He interrupts me. His words sting, why is he being so harsh?

"No I-"

"You broke up with Jaeyong so you could sleep with your boss?"

I don't speak. I can't speak. Everything he's saying causes my heart to ache. I never thought he could be this cruel. He's never spoken to me in this way before. I feel so degraded by him.

"What is it? Your boss isn't paying you enough so you have to sleep with him?" That was the one thing he had to say to drive me over the edge. I silently sob. Tears streaming down my eyes. I wipe them away, my vision now blurry.

"I expected this from mum but not from you" I sound pathetic, my voice shaky as I gasp for air. "I thought you would be the one person who would support me. You've told me throughout my entire life that you would always be by my side. You'd always hold my hand through everything. The one time I need you the most you're not there for me?"

Endless amount of tears stream down my face. He wasn't suppose to be the person to make me cry, it was suppose to be my mother. I feel hurt and betrayed that my own father would say such hurtful things to me.

"I can't even look at you right now.. you were meant to support me dad. I thought my happiness meant everything to you. With Jimin I'm the happiest I've ever been. Jaeyong could never have made me feel what Jimin does" He remains silent as I shout at him. "I'm sorry you can't see that".

I turn around to walk away when I hear him mutter something under his breath. "Yeah, whatever".

This urges me to stand up for myself and Jimin. "At least mum tried, she tried to get along with Jimin. She put effort into attempting to build a relationship with him. But you've done nothing. You don't even want to meet him. Oh sorry you refuse to meet him and that's fine because I don't want him to have anything to do with you."

I walk out, breathless. I can't breathe and I can't think. I begin walking up the stairs towards my bedroom. Jimin. I want Jimin. I want him to hold me again and make everything feel better. My vision is blurry, nose blocked and the tears continue to run down my face. I can't seem to control them. I'm in a state of shock that my dad could be so selfish. I sit on the staircase, digging my face into the palm of my hands as I continue to sob quietly.

My eyes feel sore as well as my nose. My dad hasn't even bothered to check if I'm okay after seeing me in such a state. I guess he doesn't care as much as I thought he did. Bringing my knees to my chest, I rest my back against the wall. Still sat on the stairs I rest my head on my knees. Reflecting on everything that just happened. How can everything turn from being so good to so bad?

I feel him before I can see him. He's cradling me in his arms. Resting my head on his chest I sink into the feeling of him holding me. He rubs my back soothingly, whispering calming yet reassuring words into my ear. Stroking my arm and kissing my forehead softly. I cling onto him tightly. This is the second time I've come to him for a hug like this. But this time I really need it. I need him to hold me and not let go.

"Jimin" I sniffle, removing my head from his chest. I see that I've left a wet mark on his black t-shirt and I scrunch my face in disgust. He also notices, lifting my chin with his finger he assures me that he doesn't care. But I do because it's gross.

"What is it y/n?"

"Please get me out of here. I don't want to be here anymore".

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