Chapter 24: Welcome Home!

The car ride home is no easy feat, with Jimin's hand permanently glued to some part of my body. I'm trying my best to keep my hands to myself as he needs to focus on the road, but the second his hand parted my thighs and began drawing lazy circles on the skin between them I figured all bets were off. I immediately unbuckle my seat belt and lean over the console, taking his earlobe in my mouth, my breasts pressed against his shoulder. I trail my fingertips down his chest and find his crotch and grab him possessively, my fingers trying it's hardest to make out the hard flesh underneath his jeans.

The car is quiet, just the gentle hum of my car as we make our way home and the sounds of my lips moving against his skin. "Y/N," he says and I can hear the lustful strain in his voice. He's going to lose it. "Baby I haven't had you in a week... and..." his sentence is cut off when I apply more pressure against him as I begin to rub his cock through his jeans. He's hard enough now for me to find him easily, and if I didn't think dragging the zipper down his hard shaft would kill him, I would.

"I wish you could feel how wet I am." I moan in his ear. "How many times I've come thinking about you this week." I know I'm goading him, but I want him to know how desperate I am for him, how much I need him. I want him to know I won't last a second past getting over the threshold of the apartment.

He chances a glance at me and the wicked gleam in his eye does nothing but add to the moisture collecting in my panties. "You... touched yourself...?"

"You didn't?" I ask as my lips trail down his neck. God I want to kiss his lips. I'm somewhat cursing myself that I didn't have Hoseok come with me. My guess is Hoseok nor Jimin would want that show.

"No... masturbation is something they want you to typically avoid when you're in rehab." His eyes find my wide ones. "Though I wanted to especially once I found your picture."

I drag my hand away from his crotch, somewhat stunned and also in light of this new information that leads me to believe he's probably only holding on by a thread. This is probably tormenting him. "You haven't come... in a week?" My poor baby!

"Nope." He says succinctly and I rest my chin on his shoulder in response.

"Well that sucks."

He chuckles. "Don't I know it."

"Well I can fix that... now?" I tell him as I reach for his dick, knowing that my mouth around him may take the edge off a little.

He grabs my jaw before I get too close and squeezes as he pulls my face back up. "No." I lean back, my confused eyes narrowing and he continues. "I want to take my time with you. I haven't had you in almost a week, I don't want a blow job while I have to focus on not crashing the car. I want you naked in our bed coated with a layer of sweat, coming hard around my cock when I finally come. I want to taste your orgasm as you ride my face all the while my dick is down your throat. When I come, Y/N, you're coming with me."

The wind is almost knocked out of me upon hearing his sinful description of what I assume to be the next twenty four hours and my hands find my thighs, the sexual frustration running through me as I dig my nails into them. "Well can't you drive any faster?" I whimper as we pull up to yet another red light.

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The tension between us crackles as we ascend to Jimin's apartment. I'm trying my best not to make eye contact with him so that we don't consummate his homecoming right here in the elevator but I can feel his gaze on the side of my face.

Don't look at him Y/N, do not look at him.

We've barely gone up one floor before I hear his bag hit the floor and I'm being pushed hard against the wall of the elevator, his lips sealing over mine. I open my mouth on instinct and his tongue finds mine. His hands have found their way to my face, his thumbs stroking his cheeks in time with his tongue moving with mine. This is the second time I've kissed him in a week and it's taking everything out of me not to cry again.

He's home. He's back. He's not going anywhere.

"Jimin." I moan as I hear what I believe to be the eleventh ding of this elevator ride, leading me to believe we will be arriving shortly.

"Mmmmm," he moans into my mouth as his hands move down my body and move underneath my long sweater to cup my ass through my leggings. "I can't wait to run my lips over every inch of this." He growls. He moves his hands to the front of me and slides one under the waistband of my leggings and underwear, running two fingers through my folds. "And this."

I convulse feeling the light pressure on what I know is my very stimulated clitoris. I grab his shoulders to steady myself upon hearing the fourteenth ding. He places a final kiss on my lips before grabbing his bag and dragging me out of the elevator.

We make it down the hall in record time, with their only being two other apartments on this floor and he presses me against the door before he lets us in. "I want you naked within thirty seconds. And grab some water from the fridge. You'll want to stay hydrated for what I have in store for you."

I nod, my eyes wide and my mouth is suddenly dry. I wet my lips and attempt to swallow some moisture down when I hear my keys letting us into the apartment. The door has barely shut completely when I hear his bag hit the floor and I'm in his arms and pressed against the wall in the foyer.

"Change of plans." He growls in my ear. "I want you naked now." I'm hoisted into his arms, my legs around his back, his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans and now pushing against my core. The delicious friction emits a moan out of me so loud that I almost miss the faint sound of someone calling my fiance's name. Almost.

He pulls away from my lips, having heard the same thing and narrows his eyes at me. "Did you hear something?"

I nod, but he still doesn't let me down until we hear it again. Louder. "Jimin, honey!" I hear and I almost groan for a whole completely different reason.

Oh what the fuck, the wicked witch of Seoul flew in on her broom?

"You invited my family?" Jimin asked setting me on shaky legs as the sexual haze we were just in is still affecting every bone in my body.

"Oh yeah right." I roll my eyes. "Of course I didn't. Oh... should I have?" My eyes widen as I remember that once upon a time I did have stellar manners. "Oh that would have been appropriate... like a welcome home thing? Shit, baby I'm sorry." I blanch. "I should have baked a cake or something. I'll make it up to you. See this is what happens, when a woman thinks with their vagina. All the years of good manners just-" I snap and point towards the wall. "Out the window!"

"Y/N stop it. I didn't want a welcome home party... I had a weeklong stint in rehab, I didn't go off to war." He shakes his head. "And there's nothing sweeter than what's between your legs, baby." He growls in my ear. "But what the hell is my mother doing here?"

"I don't know!" I whisper in an exasperated voice. "You gave her keys long before I came into the picture."

"Oh there you are!" Mrs. Park  appears in the foyer looking as if she'd just stepped out off of the runway of a Chanel fashion show. If I didn't hate her so much I might actually enjoy going shopping with her. The woman can dress. Her matching tweed jacket and skirt, paired with this season's newest slingbacks suddenly makes me feel inadequate as I look down at my sweater, leggings and riding boots. I didn't think it mattered what I wore given that Jimin would be ripping it off with his teeth the second we got home. Which was the plan after all.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

"Honey." She says linking her arm through his and away from me as they walk through the foyer with me trailing behind them. "You go to rehab for a week and you can't be bothered to call your mother and tell her ahead of time that you'll be unreachable? I was beside myself, until your brother came over for his weekly lunch on Tuesday and filled me in. How could you agree to go to rehab? You are fine, you are perfect!"

"I thought your weekly lunch was on Thursday?" Jimin asks.

"That's lunch at the club, silly. We have lunch at home on Tuesday. I know I've told you this. Lunches you know that you have a standing invitation to." Mrs. Park says as she pulls out of his grasp and sashays towards the living room.

"Yeah as of late." He says under his breath and I don't think he meant for me to hear that so I tuck that bit of information away for later. She has lunch with Hoseok twice a week? I wrack my brain for any small piece of information that would allude that Jimin also had lunch with his mother but I come up empty. So she has lunch with Hoseok but not... Jimin? And judging by his comment I don't think that's his choice. My hand finds his and I squeeze letting him know that I'm still here and he gives me a small smile.

We make it to the living room to see Mr. Park, Hoseok and Hwasa. What the? A heads up would be nice, Hwasa. I shoot daggers at her and her eyes widen and I wonder if she didn't know that them being here would be a surprise to me as well as Jimin.

I would wonder what she was doing here if I didn't see Hoseok's hand draped over the back of the couch behind her. Oh good Lord. I wonder how Mrs. Park is handling someone dating her precious first born.

"Son!" Mr. Park says as he gets up, and hugs him. "Rehab?" He asks as he pulls him to sit down between himself and Mrs. Park. I'm left standing by myself in the corner as I watch the scene unfold.

"And Y/N really, I mean were you planning to starve my son after he's been eating God knows what for the past week? I mean look at him, he's skin and bones." Mrs. Park pinches Jimin's arm and I sigh. "I see you didn't have anything prepared. Hwasa darling, grab my purse, I suppose we can order something." Hwasa... darling...? So she loves Hwasa then. Which I'm sure Mrs. Park will rub in my face.

"Well I-"

"Mom." Jimin snaps before he stands up and makes his way back over to me. "Enough. What are you doing here?"

"I haven't talked to you... or seen you in a week!"

"That's not unheard of." Jimin retorts immediately and you would think that someone just smacked her across the face with the look she gives him.

"Well maybe if you called your mother. But that is not the point. The point is you let someone convince you that there was a problem when there wasn't. I see why you didn't call us before you left, we would have talked you out of that pointless foolishness."

"It wasn't pointless, mother."

"My son tells me that it was your idea." Her gaze narrows at me and the tears begin to flood my eyes.

"Hoseok!" Jimin growls at his brother and he winces.

"I didn't mean-"

"Jesus Christ, Hoseok cut the fucking cord already. Do you have to tell her everything?" he barks. "Mother, Y/N and I decided it was for the best, together."

"Funny, that all of your bad ideas start with this young lady."

I'm torn between telling this bitch where she could stick her unsolicited opinion and keeping quiet because of the fact that it's Jimin's mother. But she is testing me.

"Mi-jeong..." Mr. Park says, the lawyer in him having picked up on my tense stance.

"Pil-woo, you know our son is fine. I mean what is a drinking problem anyway? Who doesn't like a casual cocktail here and there. Speaking of which, is that why this house is drier than the Sahara now?"

Jimin's glances at me and I haven't had a chance to tell him that I've purged the house of all alcohol. "I... I wasn't sure if it could be in the house? I just didn't want you to be tempted," I say, stumbling slightly out of nervousness. "I read that the constant stimulation isn't good. I know a lot of it was expensive so I didn't dump it... it's just not here."

He gives me a smile and presses a kiss to my forehead. "Thank you."

"Jimin!" Mrs. Park scolds and I see the familiar look in his eyes. He's about to snap.

"Mother!" he roars. "You need to leave. Actually, all of you need to leave. Now. I just got home, I want to be with my fiancée. I don't know why you felt the need to show up here unannounced. But as you can see, I'm fine. And Mother, seeing as how you still haven't learned the appropriate way to speak to Y/N, you have to go."

"Jimin, don't be like that! We just want what's best for you."

"Which is Y/N."

"Until she does to you what she did to that poor unsuspecting ex-husband of hers."

"Mi-jeong.. there's really a lot more to that story you don't know," Hwasa perks up. Careful Hwasa you're risking crucifixion for treason.

"Enough!" Jimin yells and I flinch slightly beside him, although I know it's not directed at me. "All of you, OUT!"

"Oh for Heaven's sake- Jimin."

"Wow, you can actually say that without turning into a pillar of salt?" I snap, and I immediately know I've gone too far when I feel Jimin tense next to me, Hoseok's eyes widen although I do notice a hint of amusement behind them and Hwasa's head fall into her hands.

"Excuse me but you can't-"

"No," I interrupt. "I've sat and taken a lot from you, jumped through countless of your hoops in attempts to prove that I love your son and yet, you treat me as if I'm not good enough." I shake my head. "I guess that makes sense, given from what I've observed you treat him the same way."

The room is so quiet, you can hear a pin drop. "Y/N." I hear his voice in my ear and I look up at the brown eyes that are holding so much emotion.

"Sorry... I.. I snapped," I whisper at him.

"Well," I hear as Mrs. Park moves to her feet sliding her gloves on her hands dramatically. "I have never been so insulted. You've been a part of his life for five minutes and you think you have the right to pass judgment on me?" she says as she stops in front of me. "Hmm. Silly girl." She turns to Jimin and her demeanor changes almost instantly. "Goodbye darling!" She gives him an air kiss before she heads out of the living room.

Mr. Park stands from the couch and follows her same course stopping before me. "You only get one of those in this family." He warns before he follows his wife into the foyer. I let out the breath I've been holding since Mrs. Park left the room once I hear the door close behind them leaving us alone with Hwasa and Hoseok.

"You told mom it was Y/N's idea? You didn't tell her you supported it? Did you even bother to tell her everything? Or just enough to villainize the woman I love." I can hear the anger in his voice and see it in his eyes as he stomps over to where Hoseok is seated on the couch.

Hoseok rises to his feet defensively. "I told her I thought it was a good idea... but I didn't think you wanted me explaining to her my reasoning for it. And lay off will you? I'm sorry!"

"Sorry!? Do you think sorry is enough to fix what just happened here?"

"It's not-" I start when I see Jimin's gaze snap to mine. "Baby, it's not his fault."

"No it is." He nods and stares at his brother with cold eyes. "Maybe he didn't make you say what you said, but he knew what to do to plant the seed with my mother. He knew your relationship was precarious and yet he was in her ear telling her it was your idea!"

"Jimin-" Hoseok starts.

"This is so typical of you. Just like when we were fucking kids. Any time I had something you didn't, you had to sabotage it. And then you'd go crying to mommy about some shit and she'd ALWAYS take your fucking side."

I see the look in Hoseok's eyes and I wonder if his words are cutting him deeper than Jimin realizes. "Baby..." I grab his face and make him look at me, wondering if he's going to snap at me next but his eyes soften dramatically. I search his face, trying to discover what's lying beneath the mask that he has on right now. "You guys should go." He tells Hoseok finally as he turns his gaze back to him.

"Jimin, I had no idea you felt that way..." Hoseok says and I could have sworn that his eyes glazed over slightly before he blinked them away. "It wasn't my attention to turn anyone against Y/N... I certainly never meant to hurt either of you."

Jimin doesn't say anything and Hoseok nods. "Okay then well... I guess call me when you're ready to talk?"

Jimin nods but still doesn't say anything. I watch them walk out of the living room before Hwasa mouths call me before she disappears.

The click of the door closing snaps Jimin out of his quiet seething and I feel myself being lifted off the ground and pushed hard against the wall. His lips find my neck as his erection grounds into my core once again though he's significantly less hard. His tongue starts at the bottom of my neck and drags upwards slowly towards my ear before he presses a kiss there causing me to shudder.

"I'm sorry," he says in my ear. "I'm sorry for how she speaks to you."

My hands find the back of his neck, as I play with the hair there. "Stop," I tell him as I pull his lips from my neck. "That's not your fault but... should we talk about what just happened?"

"I don't want to talk, I want to be inside of you."

"And we can do that too I just... what was that with your brother?"

"Y/N... can we not do this right now?"

I bite my bottom lip and it's as if it doesn't have the same reaction as it always does because he sighs and sets me gently on my feet. He puts one hand on either side of my head boxing me against the wall. "We need to talk." He says, his voice so low it sends a chill through me.

"Okay?" I wince and his hand finds my face in response. He strokes my cheek a few times and he places a kiss on my lips. Before I know it, he's leading me to the couch and sits me down. He sits on his coffee table in front of me so that we are facing each other.

"When you said that my mother treated you a certain way because of how she treats me... what did you mean by that?" He narrows his eyes and I realize now that in that simple comment, I may have unlocked a whole bunch of complex and painful memories. God maybe I really am a fucking trigger.

"I'm sorry I said that I-"

His finger finds my lips and he shakes his head. "Don't apologize if you don't mean it." He says and I'm transported back to a time where I was sitting on a similar couch in front of Park Jimin.

"I mean it this time. I shouldn't have said that."

"Why? You believe that."

"She was right, I shouldn't have passed judgment."

"As my future wife and the woman that promises to love me above all else, I would say that you're a little bit entitled to your opinion," he says, holding his fingers very close together.

I lick my lips, the tears forming in my eyes as I take a deep breath. "I believe it."

He nods. "Why?" he asks softly.

"Just from what you've told me and even just this interaction today it seems that you're... underappreciated?"

"Y/N there is... so much that you don't know. So much that I uncovered in therapy. So much that I haven't told you." He grabs my hands and brings them to his mouth and I feel wetness on them and I wonder what he has to tell me that has him so emotional. "I love you... so much. And I just ask that you don't be angry at me for keeping these things from you."

"Oh... kay?" I stutter, fearing the worst.

He stands up and begins to pace the floor of the living room and I wonder what he's been keeping from me for so long. "The things I've told you about my family, my childhood.. my relationship with my brother..." he trails off. "It's so much deeper than that." He crosses his arms as he leans against the wall, his gaze cast to the floor as if he can't look me in the eye. "I lived in the shadow of my older brother for years, not just in school but in my family. And it's something that I struggled with all the way through college. So much so that I began to use alcohol as a way to- cope."

My eyes widen. "Wait... what?"

"I blamed my brother and in part my parents for so many of the issues that I had." He rubs a hand over his eyes. "I guess I still do. Though I've learned to work through my anger." He pauses and I see the worry in his eyes as he begins to speak again. "When I graduated med school, I was relying heavily on alcohol to deal with a lot of the problems that I was having at the time. Namjoon helped me get a hold on it. Within a month I was clean. My family never knew," he says quietly.

"How...? How could they not know?" I ask, completely flabbergasted that his family took such little interest in his life.

"I didn't reach out... they didn't either."

"But you needed them. You needed support." I say the tears forming in my eyes as I think about how he had to go through something like that all alone.

"I had Namjoon... and he really helped."

I nod, feeling my disdain for Namjoon lessen slightly. "How did you get clean? Rehab?"

"No... I didn't go then. I was worried about how that would look being brand new in the field and a first year intern. No, I went to AA meetings and Namjoon basically followed me around like a bodyguard making sure I didn't slip up. I didn't touch alcohol again until..." he pauses and looks around the room as if he doesn't want to say the words aloud but I know where he's going with it.

"Until... me?" I squeak.

He's immediately off the wall and on his knees in front of me so that we're at eye level. "This is not your fault, Y/N. None of this is your fault. I used alcohol to cope with things that are out of my control. And falling in love with you- with a patient was completely out of my control. At first, I was drinking because I couldn't have you, but then we slept together and the itch that I thought I scratched wasn't going away. It wasn't just a scratch... it was painful, Y/N. Not having you whenever I wanted you. Not being able to touch you when I wanted... Having to sit in therapy and watch you with a man you were married to. It drove me crazy. And I had no control over the situation. So I started drinking again, just to take the edge off at first. And then to numb... whatever it was I was feeling."

I let out a deep breath hearing his words. "I had no idea... I mean... were you ever drinking or drunk during our sessions?"

"No. I kept it after hours. And I wasn't getting drunk. It was a drink here or there. But as the people of AA so eloquently put it, there is no drink here or there." He rests his head in my lap and I wonder if he's moments from breaking down. "I didn't think it would hurt. I'm sorry, Y/N... I'm so sorry."

My hand finds his head and I begin to stroke it gently. "It's okay." I say softly, unable to think of anything else to say.

"I would never hurt you or... the baby... anyone."

"I didn't think you would. I'm not worried about me or the baby, Jimin. I'm worried about you. Did you really get a hold on all of this while you were in there? Is this something you've laid to rest once and for all?"

His head snaps up and his hands find mine squeezing them. "Yes. Yes, I am done with it. I just want you and our family, that's all. I can't lose you."

"What happens when you are starting to feel out of control again? How do I know you're not going to go back to drinking to calm your nerves or give you some sense of control?"

"I won't. Baby I swear, this is it. You have to believe me... I've never... I've never lied to you."

"You didn't tell me any of this about your past. This is... this is a big deal."

"Is it... it's not a deal breaker, is it?" He asks me, his eyes wide with fear.

For a brief moment, the thought flashes through my mind what would it mean if it was a deal breaker.

Life without Jimin.... No.

"It's not." I cup his face. "But no more secrets. You have to tell me these things. We're in this together, Jimin."

"No more secrets."

I look out the window behind him, as the raindrops hit the pane in rapid succession. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." He tells me as he pushes a hair behind my shoulder.

"Do you think... Well, Namjoon said that Hoseok was one of your triggers." He nods. "It just seems like you're so hard on him and... not where the anger maybe should be directed." I swallow, wondering how he's going to take this next comment. "Your brother loves you," I whisper. "And not that I'm saying your parents don't. That's not what I'm saying but... I think he would be stunned and hurt to hear all of this. He would want to work it out."

"You don't know that. You bought that 'I would never want to hurt you' crap because you don't know him like I do."

"It seemed genuine?"

"Well it wasn't." He snaps and I press my lips together tightly knowing that I don't want to get into an argument. He sighs and sits on the couch next to me and I'm wary about climbing into his arms when he doesn't automatically reach for me. "I know that I have some misplaced anger. I've learned that it's much easier to take it out on him instead of my parents. They're still my parents and I have this deep-rooted need to please them. I want their support and praise and I can't get that if I'm harboring this resentment towards them. Nothing I ever did was good enough for them...like I told you. Not until I graduated med school, and by then... it was too late. Years and years of jealousy and anger had built up. And then I met you." He whispers. "And you were married. And I felt like the world was telling me I wasn't good enough for you either. Why else would I meet you under those circumstances? It was like this sick cosmic joke and it was not amusing."

My eyes dart to his hearing these insecurities being vocalized for the first time. I realize I need skin to skin contact so I climb into his arms, straddling his waist and throw my arms around his neck pushing myself as close to him as humanly possible. I squeeze tighter as I feel the tears begin to leak out of his eyes. "You were always good enough for me. Probably too good," I whisper in his ear. I pull back and grasp his jaw, yanking it upwards to look at me. "Please tell me that I didn't make you feel that way."

"You didn't."

"I hope you don't think that... me taking so long to get out of my marriage had nothing to do with believing that you weren't good enough or that you were less than... anyone."

He nods. "I had to tell myself that... a lot."

"I wish you would have told me you were feeling these things all along. Instead of suffering alone... without talking to anyone. I never want you to feel like you're alone." I cup his cheeks with both hands. "Ever." I smile despite the endless stream of tears rolling down my face. "I've been in your corner... before you even knew I was there."

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My heart is racing a mile a minute, there's a thin layer of sweat coating every inch of my body as I come down from what is probably my fourth orgasm in the last hour. The man in charge of giving me all four of said orgasms is still on top of me, giving my breasts lazy kisses, allowing his tongue to trace my hardened nipple.

The second we finished hashing out the demons of his past, he carried me to his bedroom kissing me the entire way there. I barely had a chance to think before my boots were thrown across the room and all of my clothes were flying off of me.

Jimin reacquainted himself with every inch of my body starting with my belly. He talked to it, telling the growing baby how much he loved them and couldn't wait to meet them. How Daddy was sorry for everything and promised to be the best father ever. And most importantly how he loved us more than anything. He gave me kisses everywhere from the tips of my toes to the space behind my earlobes giving special attention to my breasts and my aching pussy. Sure enough he made good on his promise and our first orgasms came from me sitting on his face with his cock in my mouth.

I had barely come down from the orgasm before I was riding him, desperate for the connection that came from him shooting his seed into the place that had brought new life.

"I can't come again." I moan out as I feel his fingers rubbing my folds gently.

"Yes you can." He mumbles against my breast as he bares his teeth and grazes the sensitive skin. I whimper in response as he bites down gently. "Just give me one more, baby."

I grab his head pulling him up my body so that we are nose to nose. "You're trying to kill me, Park."

"No, just your ability to walk tomorrow."

I chuckle as his lips find my neck and his cock finds my folds. I feel him draw his tongue across my neck and he groans in response. "Even your sweat tastes sweet."

He slides through my slightly abused pussy and begins to rock in and out of me gently. "Don't fall asleep." He whispers in my ear just as my eyes flutter closed.

"I'm not." I let my head fall to the side as I feel sleep and my orgasm coming at me at equal speeds letting me know that the tingly feeling shooting through me will lead me right to a peaceful slumber.

"I love you, Y/N." He murmurs in my ear and his words feel like warm honey all over.

"I love-" I start as I feel my orgasm begin to move through me.

"There it is," he whispers in my ear. "Come for me, baby," he says as I feel like I'm shattering into a million pieces. I scream out his name as he continues to thrust into me chasing his own orgasm. I hear my name leave his lips as they find mine, gently leaving me kisses all over my face before he slowly pulls out of me. The last thing I feel before sleep finds me is him spooning me from behind, his hand protectively over my belly.

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Author's Note: I'm so excited today! ❤️ After today, I will have two weeks off work for the holidays! I have so many ideas I want to write about! Love you guys!

-Serendipity