Y/N's POV:
"Daddy!!" Jia shouts, sprinting towards her father with her arms in the air.
Your heart swells as you watch Jimin kneel down before sweeping her up in his arms. Her giggles fill the apartment as he covers her cheeks in kisses, bringing this place a sense of peace and happiness it's been missing the last few days.
"How was she?" you ask Iseul as she wraps you into a hug.
"She was great," she smiles, squeezing you before pulling back. "I don't think she has any idea what's going on. How are you?"
She can see the swollen skin around your eyes and you know she's worried. If she hadn't been here to take care of Jia you're not sure what you would've done. Technically Granny could've taken her but having your mother figure there with you at the station helped you remain calm. You needed her.
"I've been better," you sigh, staring down at your hand in hers. "But I think Jimin and I will be okay. We stopped by his therapist's office and we were able to get a lot off our chests. There's still more to work out but for now at least we can breathe." You glance over and see Jimin being dragged back to Jia's room so she can show him her latest drawings.
"What about his mom?"
"She's staying at a hotel across town. I already know she feels awful for what happened, I just need a little more time."
"I'm really proud of you, [Y/N]," Iseul grins, making your throat tighten. "There's strength in being a kind and forgiving person. If she's truly sorry for what she did, then everything will work out."
"Thank you," you exhale, feeling grateful for her existence. "Are you still able to work tomorrow? I understand if y-"
"I will be there," she chuckles like you're an idiot. "Don't worry about anything work-related. Yoona and I are opening with you in the morning whether you like it or not."
You blink at her a couple of times before huffing out a laugh. Of course she's not going to abandon you. At some point you need to start realizing that you're not alone anymore.
She hugs you again before heading out the door, and you slowly trudge down the hall to Jia's room. You find Jimin sitting on the floor while his daughter struggles to put his short hair in lopsided pigtails. He looks exhausted but content, a small smile on his face as he spends some much needed time with his little girl.
"Mama, do you think Daddy looks pretty?" she beams, placing her hands on her hips proudly once she's done. One of the pigtails is almost on the top of his head while the other is down by his ear.
"He sure does," you giggle, walking towards them and looking at Jimin. "Do you feel pretty?"
"I'm going to fire my hairstylist and hire Jia in his place," he jokes. Jia jumps up and down, clapping her hands together like a kid on Christmas.
"JiJi, what do you want to do today?" you ask her.
She crosses her arms and purses her lips together, thinking hard about your question. "I want to hang out with you and Daddy," she answers, almost making both you and Jimin burst into tears.
"We can do that, Princess," you chuckle, helping Jimin off the floor. "Come on, let's order some pizza and go watch some movies. It's family time."
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The soft patter of raindrops against the window soothes you, making you relax more into Jimin's side. After a full day of movies, food, games, and laughter, you're feeling both drained and content. Jia's fast asleep in her room while you and Jimin are laying in bed, cuddled up to each other without saying a word. But the silence isn't heavy or awkward like before. It's peaceful, and you're enjoying this moment with him.
You're on your side with your head resting on his shoulder, your arm draped over his stomach while he's laying on his back. His fingertips are tracing light patterns over your forearm, spreading goosebumps here and there. The room is dimly lit, only the lamp on your side table illuminating the empty space.
"Ana said she'd give us more time, but I think the sooner we tell Taehyung, the better," Jimin says. "I think he's avoiding me."
The date for Mr. Lim's trial was pushed back again because Ji-Ho and his team need more time to investigate whether Jum is connected to all this or not. Mr. Lim happily agreed to the extension since the judge had denied it earlier this month.
You're really not sure if Lim and Jum were working together or not. So far there's no evidence to connect them but the only logical reason for Lim to keep pushing his court date back is so he can get rid of you or Jia. He's stalling.
"Why do you think he's avoiding you?" you ask, gripping his white t-shirt in your hand.
"He hasn't contacted me since the fundraiser, which isn't that unusual. We don't talk every day. But I texted him earlier and he hasn't even opened it."
That's odd, because even if KT doesn't text back, he always opens the message. He keeps his read receipts on to let everyone know he at least saw their message.
"How long ago did you send it?"
"Five hours ago. And I have his schedule, he got off work a while ago."
You push yourself up onto your elbow to look in his eyes. "Do you think he remembers what he said to me?"
"I don't know," he frowns, brushing your hair from your face. "But it's also weird that he hasn't reached out to you either. He's the type to worry and check up on people during situations like this. Especially people he cares about." He pauses, searching all over your face adoringly. "Him going silent like this makes me nervous."
"I agree," you nod. "I thought he'd be the first person at my doorstep after what happened with your mom. He had to have heard about it from the other members."
"Exactly."
There's a long pause of silence before your eyes flicker down to the locket around Jimin's neck. "I'm sorry again," you murmur. "For not reacting or pushing him away."
He's quiet for a few seconds before saying, "It's fine."
"It's not fine," you frown, meeting his eyes again. "If the roles had been reversed I wouldn't be so quick to forgive you. If I had walked in on you allowing Sana to kiss you, I'm not sure I could get past it. Why are you forgiving me so easily?"
His eyes search yours before he lets out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. "Honestly, if you were anyone else, you wouldn't be here in my bed right now."
Your shoulders tense and you bite into your lip, noticing the heartache in his voice. What you did (or technically didn't do) would be a dealbreaker to most people. You know what went on in your head out there on the balcony but he doesn't. He couldn't hear the way your mind was screaming at your body to back up. He couldn't see the way his face flashed in front of your eyes when Taehyung leaned in.
He has to blindly trust your word that you didn't want it and that you would've ended up pushing him away. You're not sure you could do the same for him.
"Then why?" you ask, tears brimming in your eyes. "I don't want you to forgive me just because of what your mom did. You have a right to be angry with me."
"It has nothing to do with her," he shakes his head, looking into your eyes again. "And I am angry. My best friend was trying to kiss you and you almost let it happen. He was the one who had to stop. I don't understand that because I'd never do that to you."
Your stomach is tight from how guilty you feel. He clearly isn't over what happened out there, nor should he be.
"But I'm not about to throw away what we have over your one moment of panic," he says sternly, holding your gaze. "I know you'd never cheat on me with my best friend. I'm not losing you just because I can't understand something. We're going to figure it out just like we always do."
"Jesus," you groan, resting your forehead against his shoulder. "Why are you like this?"
"Perfect and beautiful and amazing?" he chuckles playfully. "Sorry, I can't help it."
"Add annoying to the end of it, then yes," you huff, lifting your head to give him a smile. You lean in and press your lips to his, your whole body floating and tingling just from a small peck. "I love you big," you say softly between another kiss. "I promise I won't ever put you in a situation like that again."
"I love you bigger," he smiles. "Thank you for being my person."
"That's my line to you," you breathe out, nestling yourself back into his side. "So... what should we do about KT?"
"I think I'll meet with Seokjin-hyung and Mr. Song first."
"I think that's a good idea," you nod. "They'll be able to help. What should I do?"
"Nothing for now. Don't reach out to him but don't ignore him either. I'll see if Jin-hyung is free to grab coffee or something tomorrow and start there. You just focus on opening your bakery back up; I know it's important to you."
"Are you sure?" you frown, squeezing his waist. "I feel like I should be doing something too."
"Maybe you could grab lunch with Mom?"
He feels you tense against him and quickly adds, "If you're ready. There's no rush. She's not asking to meet Jia or anything."
"Did you tell her... everything?"
"I did," he exhales, mindlessly tracing patterns over your arm again. "She was devastated just like I knew she'd be. But it went better than I thought it would. I was a mess so she stayed strong for me."
"Do you think she can love Jia?"
Jimin snorts before huffing out a laugh. "[Y/N], she already loves Jia more than she loves her own children. Mom is going to spoil her rotten."
Hearing that instantly relaxes you. Logically you knew Mrs. Park would love her granddaughter but Jia being hated for things you did still scares you. She shouldn't ever have to suffer because of your own personal matters.
"Okay," you mumble, brushing your fingertips against the small cut still on your cheek. "I'll think about it."
"Thank you," he says before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm sorry she did that to you. I should've told her everything sooner."
"Honestly, I can't say I wouldn't slap the shit out of someone if I thought they were hurting JiJi," you sigh. "If I had been in your mom's shoes I would've hit me too. You really made me out to be some sort of villain."
"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't handle things well."
"It's okay. You're still doing your own healing. I don't have a good relationship with my parents so I can't really judge. I don't know how I would tell someone all this either."
"Still, I told her violence isn't what solves things. Whenever you feel up to it, she plans to grovel and beg for forgiveness."
Picturing Mrs. Park down on her knees apologizing is kind of funny to think about. She's a prideful and conservative woman who usually doesn't ever make mistakes like this. You know she feels bad, especially now that she knows the truth.
You push up again to look in Jimin's eyes. "Are you sure there's nothing else I can do? About KT? Or for you?"
"You can kiss me," he grins, making your heart do a few backflips. You happily press your lips to his, humming again from the sensation. He kisses you back like you knew he would and you hover over him, tilting his head back to gently slide your tongue between his lips.
He groans as you taste him before you graze his bottom lip between your teeth. You start to kiss along his jawline and over to his ear, his breathing getting a little heavier as your hands roam his chest. After gently suckling his earlobe you whisper, "I think I know of another way I can take care of you."
You're on your period so you can't fuck his brains out, but luckily god gave you more than one hole to satisfy him with.
Jimin doesn't protest as you lean in and kiss him again, this time a little more hungrily. His hands slide up your shirt and you whimper when he massages your breasts. Your tongue explores every inch of his mouth, the taste of him sending a shiver up your spine. Getting greedier, you practically tear the comforter off of him before sitting down on his lap. He sits up to remove his shirt before plopping himself back down.
Your arms cross at your waist before you grab the hem of your sleep shirt, slowly lifting it up and over your head. Jimin's eyes sparkle as you toss it to the floor, your bare chest on full display for him. The only other item of clothing you have on is your spandex shorts.
His hands grip your thighs as you lean back down to capture his lips. You swallow his moans of pleasure as you grind yourself into him, feeling a sense of pride as he hardens underneath you.
"I love you baby," you breathe out, now leaving slow kisses down his neck. You slide yourself back to place yourself on his left, your fingertips dipping into the hem of his boxers. He lifts his hips to allow you to pull them down, your stomach tingling when you see his perfectly crafted dick resting against his abdomen. You lick over your bottom lip, staring at his beautiful body like he's your second dinner.
He's not fully hard yet though, which you decide to take as a challenge. You flipped a switch, going from sad and depressed to horny and aggressive within a split second, so his body is probably taking a second to catch up. But the look in his hooded eyes lets you know he's very much excited about this.
Placing yourself between his legs, your hands start to slowly slide up his thighs, your eyes staying locked with his. The way his chest is rising and falling has you over the moon because he's panting like this before you've even touched him where he wants it. His muscles constrict as your fingers make it to his waist, but you don't grab his cock just yet. You grip his hips and lean over to lick a long strip up his abs, making him shudder.
His breathing gets shakier as you lap against his skin, your hair and shoulder brushing against his length just enough to tease him. Your hands trail down to massage his inner thighs, his breath hitching each time your knuckles brush his heavy sack. Once you've had your fun, you sit back up and smirk down at his throbbing, rock hard dick that's aching for more attention.
"Aren't you supposed to be making things up to me?" he asks breathlessly, pinching his eyes closed from the agony. "Because this feels more like you want me to stay angry with you."
"Why?" you grin playfully, knowing damn well you're being a tease. "You want me that badly?"
Suddenly his eyes angrily lock with yours and he growls, "I think it's time you stop talking and start putting that pretty mouth of yours to good use."
A shiver runs up your spine at the ferocity in his eyes. You're probably a little lucky you're on your period right now because if you weren't, he'd make sure you actually couldn't walk tomorrow. Or maybe you're unlucky, because you love a good ass beating every once in a while.
"Yes sir," you smirk, making him flinch as your hand wraps around his base. He takes a sharp inhale when you lick a long strip up his thick and pulsating cock, your tongue making sure to run over the large vein on his left.
His tip practically melts in your mouth as you start to suckle the soft flesh, smoothing your tongue over the top to taste his precum. "Fuck," he exhales, his hands gripping the sheets underneath him as you start to bob your head. You move slowly and intentionally, using just the right amount of teeth as you take him further with each movement.
Once you get close to your limit, your hand begins to stroke his length at the same pace your mouth moves. The slick sounds of your moist lips around his angry cock only turns him on more, getting him breathing harder and harder. You love the way he aches for you.
"Ohh my god," Jimin moans, filling you with the energy to keep going. His fingers slide into the tresses of your hair as he hisses, "That's it, Mama. That's my girl. Fuck you're so good."
That one almost has you coming undone yourself. His hand grips your hair tighter so he can control your pace, and you allow it. He knows your limits but he also enjoys the sound of you choking on his cock, so he pushes you down a little further to activate your gag reflex. You grip his hips and start to gag from his tip meeting the back of your throat, but the salacious sounds from Jimin's lips makes it worth it.
His pressure eases up, allowing you to pull back a little. You continue sucking the life out of him, enjoying the way he twitches and moans for you.
This is exactly what the both of you needed right now. It may just seem like a horny blowjob but this is so much more than that. You're taking care of him, putting his pleasure first because you love him. And he's letting you please him and accepting the gesture because he needs reassurance. He knows damn well you're not gagging over anyone's dick but his. And you know damn well he's never moaned for another woman like this.
"Shit," Jimin grits through his teeth, lifting his head to look down at you. "I'm going to cum."
Of course he's giving you the opportunity to back off but you're not going to. Your pace quickens, and while one hand is still stroking him, your other goes lower to massage his sack at the same time.
"Fuck, [Y/N]," he pants, snapping his head back from the pleasure. "I'm so- fuck, I'm so in love with you. Right there, Mama. Keep going. Mmm so fucking good."
You know he's seconds away from his orgasm because you can feel the way he's twitching inside your mouth. He's also very vocal this time which is another sign he's about to come undone.
"Shit!" he hisses, his cum lacing the back of your throat shortly after. You keep your pace, feeling him twitch around you and inside of your mouth, moaning out your government name from how good he feels. His orgasm is long and satisfying, and you never stop until his legs finally go limp.
You pull off of him, locking eyes with him as you swallow down his load. He looks fucked out of his mind, watching you wipe the dribble of his residue from your chin before licking it off your thumb. He's panting like he just ran a marathon as he comes down from his high.
"Well?" you grin proudly, stepping off the bed to grab your shirt. "Was my pretty mouth satisfactory?"
"You're forgiven for every single thing you've ever done," he breathes out, now staring up at the ceiling. "Jesus, that's the best blowjob I've ever had in my life."
"I know it was," you wink before slipping off to the bathroom. You're no fool, Park Jimin has probably received hundreds of blowjobs over the last few years. And instead of feeling insecure or jealous, you're going to be proud of the compliment. If you genuinely just have him the best head of his life, that's a win.
After brushing your teeth you quickly crawl back into bed with Jimin, who has now slipped back into his boxers. "I love you," he says, kissing the top of your head as you latch yourself to him again.
"I love you too," you smile, feeling even calmer now than before. "Everything will be fine."
"You're right," he nods, smoothing his hand over your back. "We're in this together."
The two of you are lulled to sleep by the soft rain, holding each other in your arms like it's the most natural thing in the world. It's been a while since you were able to sleep this soundly, but you're going to end up wishing you'd stayed awake just a little bit longer. To maybe reach out to someone who really needed to hear your voice.
You were wrong about everything being okay. There's still another person out there that has the ability to break you. To break Jimin. And it's not Mr. Lim or Gyeon Jum.
The next morning you wake up to a text message that shatters you, making you realize Ana was right. The time we have with those we love shouldn't be taken for granted.
Unfortunately you realize this too late.
Lee Ji-Ho:
Meet at my office.
Taehyung is missing
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A/N: Chappy 70 ~
Posting this right before I get on a plane so I don't have to deal with the consequences of my actions
Vote or KT's never found; I still have time to ruin your lives
Also, DeDeBee3 is being verbally abusive towards me and MelleLuvsBangtan