The interior of the room was decorated in all shades of blue, the hotel room felt cosy yet I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep even for a minute.

One half of me said that I should talk and sort everything out while the other warned me about his anger.

It was true that he pushed me out of the room but he wasn't wrong. I shouldn't have overreacted about Jungkook.

I wrapped myself with a blanket and sat with my phone, scrolling down I saw there were no texts, no calls from him.

A tear escaped my eye.

"I love him too much, it's not good to be in love to such an extent that it hurts when he's not around," I mumbled biting on my lip to control the tears.

I sat next to the huge window, wrapping the blanket around me and blankly stared at the starry sky speaking my heart out with my mom who I miss the most.

"I wish you were here, I would at least have a home to come to," I said gazing at the sky.

-

"I need to meet Kim Ara right now," Jimin growled at the receptionist.

"Sir, I've told you many times, we don't allow visitors at this hour. Nobody has informed about any guest coming to their room, our hotel has strict rules," the receptionist said making Jimin's blood boil.

Mrs Bakes spoke to Ara, she said she wanted to be alone but did tell her the location and Jimin reached the hotel but he wasn't able to enter.

"I'm Park Jimin, it'll take me one minute to snatch your job and throw you out, better let me enter Ara's room or-," she stopped Jimin by saying, "Sir, there are rules. You can meet anyone in the morning. We cannot send any visitor after midnight unless we have any information."

Fuck rules.

Jimin waited for a few more minutes until the receptionist got a call and she left the table.

He pulled out the register to check Ara's room number.

"Mrs Park Ara - 1001"

A smile crept on his face as he saw she signed with his first name.

Before the receptionist could come back, Jimin spotted a worker.

He pulled the man aside with him and ordered, "I need your clothes, now."

-

I heard a knock on the door.

"Who's it?" I asked, not wanting to get up.

"Room service," the man replied banging the door.

"I didn't order anything, you can leave," I said sitting at the same spot.

The man kept on banging.

I wiped my cheeks and opened the door.

The man had a table full of food items, he pushed it inside my room and got in himself.

"Thank you, you may leave," I said staring at the floor, still lost in my thoughts.

Instead of leaving, the man shut the door behind him making me flinch.

I was about to scream when the man pinned me to the door almost hugging my body pushing himself on me.

"What the fuck, get away from me," I yelled but the man wouldn't move.

He wore the regular worker uniform wearing a hat while his face was covered with that hat, I couldn't see his face as he had himself hugging me.

"I'll call the police, get off me," I screamed trying to shove the man off my body.

"Don't touch me. I'm married and if my husband comes to know whoever the fuck you are, he'll slit your throat so fuck off," I said shoving him with all my strength as I was scared, about to cry.

The man stood at a distance and the minute I was about to open the door to run away, he said, "Ara, don't leave me."

My legs stopped. I knew the voice, the smell already felt familiar still I was panicked.

I turned to face him and the minute I did, Jimin's elegant face came to my sight.

"Jimin," I said and ran to hug him tightly wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifted me off the floor as he held my waist and pulled me closer.

He kissed my neck as I hugged him tighter, tears weren't ready to stop.

I wanted him, he was here and now, I promised myself that no matter what, I wouldn't let us end, ever.

"Ara, you shouldn't have left," Jimin whispered in his deep heavy voice.

"You know I get angry at times but you aren't supposed to leave, don't you know that?" He said as I pulled apart looking straight into his eyes.

For the first time, he seemed that sad.

"Jimin, leaving you is not something that I can do, please know that," I said gulping as he pulled me into his embrace showering me with forehead kisses.

"According to you, your husband is some gangster who goes around slitting throats of people who look at his wife," he said with a smile on his face.

"Of course he is."

"Why would you come to such a dumb hotel with stupid rules?" He said gritting his teeth.

"What's wrong?" I asked as he complained like a kid about not letting him enter the room.

"How did you change into these clothes?" I asked.

"I asked the worker to come tomorrow, serve at Park's corporation. He agreed and I got these clothes to come and meet you," he said as I grinned.

"You still don't believe how much I love you after so many efforts that I've put," he said sounding grumpy.

I entwined our fingers and made him sit on the bed while I sat on his lap.

"I love you more than you do Jimin," I said.

"Really? I wouldn't have to dress like this if you cared about me," he said making me chuckle.

"You look sexy in these clothes," I said.

"Is it?" He raised his eyebrow smirking at me.

"Ara, no matter how much we fight, I will figure out my way to reach you remember that," he said caressing my cheeks.

He placed his head on my chest like a baby and held my waist with his arms.

"You are so heartless, Ara. I'm jealous, I know you aren't wrong but Jungkook is," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my fingers playing with his hair, caressing his face as it rested on me.

"He confessed that he liked you when we played truth and dare in the tenth grade. I can't trust him much when he's around you, that's all," he said holding me tighter.

I chuckled.

"It was tenth grade Jimin."

I paused for a while.

"You married me in such a hurry but look, you are a huge part of my life. You make me laugh and not let me feel alone which I always was, as a kid."

"I want you to know that nobody can replace you. You are everything I'll ever want," I said as his eyes gleamed, his smile made my heart melt.

I gently pecked on his lips caressing his hair and said, "You look tired, want to rest for a little while?"

"With you, yes," he said.

I smiled and bought the blanket for us.

Looking at him in this state, the way he respects me, misses and cares for me, I feel like I'm the luckiest girl.

He pulled over his shirt and tossed it on the floor.

Holding me close to his naked robust body, he rested his head on my chest again and closed his eyes while I caressed his hair.

His expressions were peaceful, he seemed less dominant like he always his.

"Good night Mr Dominant," I said and placed my arm hugging his head while his face was buried in my chest.

"Good night love," he said.

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A/N:

Damn, the man is so cute🥺