❝It is little by little that we find the courage for it all. ❞

CHAPTER
THREE

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PARK JIMIN

THE ACHE IN MY HEAD, IS DISTURBINGLY MORE BEARABLE THAN the torturing, throb of my manhood, the vast evidence of whatever madness, my body was being ruled on to. My head was hazy, the blurriness in front of my eyes, was the first thing I noticed, and so was the dainty leg raised in an oddly erotic manner, as I groaned trying to sit up, my vision cleared, and a very loud groan, more precisely a tortured moan escaped my lips, at the sight of my wife. The women, I vowed to never touch, lying defenseless upon my chest, her hand tucked beneath my chin, one around my abdomen, or should I say my fucking stomach, where my hard on was bulging.

Taking a deep breath, I stirred a little away from her, as my eyes flicker down wandering towards the, softness, those round tender mounds pressed against my body, as her soft snores trickled against my nape, making me pant without even running a mile.

This was madness. And I was no Saint.

"Jesus-" Before I could utter another word, my wide eyed wife Violet, awakened, confusion, hesitation flaring through her eyes as she moves, trying to get out.

"Violet," God, I never knew a man as much as I am, would sound so weak, like a puppy. My eyes, blink for a moment as I find her looking up at me, at my face when I pulled her right back in just as she was about to leave,"Morning, wife."

She gulped, and then she gasped before a sweet innocent voice reached my ears, "Do you need something?"

Darling, if only you knew what I need. Inside you. Above you. Beside you. Upon you.

"Yes. Go back to sleep."

My voice was hoarse as I rise from the bed, not bothering to look back even when I knew she was looking at me. I can't deal with her right now, not when my most current problem is my hard on, which I doubt not only a cold shower could remedy.

I needed a release.

Fixing my pants and my shirt, I pause momentarily and shuddered. It is only morning, quite early but yet I find her so bewitching, compelling. Drawing in a breath, I continue to watch her, as she lay trying to erase the little or whatever sleep that, was left in her eyes. My jaw clenched when the sweet scent of coconut, flared past nostrils making me quench for a thirst I did not know, until now this very moment.

"What are you doing?" She asks, in sleep dripped tone not even bothering to open her eyes anymore, as my knee brushes against her thigh when I dip below, leaning over her.

"Nothing. Sleep," My fingers clasp against her strap trying to fix it, but accidentally make contact with her skin, as I still watching to see her reaction but she just shakes her hair, letting my fingers touch her.

I don't instantly move I take my time. Smelling her, caressing her and mentally undressing. Even though nothing may never happen between us, I make sure know what a beauty my wife is.

"Jimin?" Violet mumbles, against the pillow as my body stiffens and my cock hardens, hearing my name when she looks like this, was a torture. It was painful, "You pulled me in last night. I didn't intentionally,
fall asleep-"

"Well, you are my wife if not my bed where else would you be sleeping?"

I can not believe, I actually admitted that, to her. The very woman, I sworn not to accept her as my wife.

Great. One night in bed with her, and now I'm already spitting bullshit. Misery, is my new friend mortified, and tongue tied I escaped towards the bathroom door, but stop there within my tracks when I hear the soft rustling of the sheets, and the soft sounds of her toes pressing against the marble floor. My eyes widen as she glances unassuming, that I wasn't watching her whilst she struggles to fix her attire. Shield her modesty.

"I know you didn't mean to actually say that--we had our reasons for this marriage but I want you to know, I understand my stance in your life, and that I will never forget my place --I may not love you, but I'll try to be a friend to you. Friendship, that is all I ask of you, if not then cordiality."

Her words stunned me. They paralysed me. And I was left with nothing but to stare at the woman who stands before me, unaware of the magic, her power they way she has shook me to the very core. I was willing to do everything bad to her, just to make her not fall in love with me, resent me. Yet, right now when she said that will not love me; my mind for some stupid reason was in a puzzle. Uneasy.

Swallowing the lump formed in my throat harshly, I take a step towards her, my eyes flaring past her face, to her breasts, her legs, then to her neck before settling upon her mouth, I huffed angrily, gritting my teeth,"What makes you think I want to be your friend?"

Her brown eyes tremble, she stares at me with nothing but emptiness. My eyes move away from her face as I stepped back, releasing in the look of shear disgust, hurt that have basked her pretty face.

•••

V I O L E T

After the very awkward, first morning Park Jimin left me in that hotel room for an hour or two, after he took an hour long shower. My head was a mess there were far too many doubts in mind about my life, this new change. To say that I wasn't scared would be the biggest lie, I was terrified.

I was married to a stranger. A man who changes like the weather, whose attitude is never good. Especially towards me. Speaking of attitude it reminds me, after occupying the shower for an hour when he left, I was left to take a shower quiet late and after not more than fifteen minutes in I received a call from his mother that, she was sending the stylist over for me to get dressed for tonight.

The party thrown in honor of the newly wedded couple. After two hours of constant shoving here and there, with my hair and make up down, just when I was allowed to order something for myself guess who appeared my husband.

Clad in a tuxedo, looking as stony as he always was. He regarded me with not as much as glance even when he dragged me, practically forced me into the car, all the while mumbling how late we were.

"Why the hell do you take this long to get dressed?" He repeated for the third time, as the car came to a halt in front of the single as I sighed, looking into my clutch for some crackers.

I get that he loved someone and probably wanted to marry her. But this does not give him any right to treat me as such. But, I don't say anything I remain quiet and, continue to look out of the window, appearing as calm as I could be.

I can not argue with him. He probably would never understand me, his compassion towards me is as little as know, and I would be fool to think that there can be any sort of relation between us. It is better for my heart and my mental health that, I distance myself from him. Avoid as much altercation, as much as I can.

Besides I was feeling quite light headed at the moment, haven't been given the chance to eat anything for so many hours my body was starting to feel too heavy, my eyes were dropping off with weakness, but I pulled myself and continued to take deep breaths. I can handle this.

I will surely survive a few hours before lunch.

"At least look at me when I am talking to you, Violet."

Jimin harshly murmured from beside me, as I paused turning to face him with a small smile. Even though he was mad, and annoyed it still baffles me, how even in this fury he can continue to point out how annoyed he felt when he believed I was ignoring him.

"I am sorry," My reply was simple, and nonchalant but somehow even my small answer manged to annoy him as he glares, bothered and fuming with anger I didn't know, what caused.

So, when we finally made it to the venue, Park Jimin took it upon himself to escort me out of the car, his hand very casually slides down my waist, resting against my hip bone, making me shiver with a difficulty how not to appear awkward; but very much a wife who was in love with her husband.

My eyes wander around, restless untill they find our family, his and mine, both mothers smiling as they make their way towards us, Jimin smiles moving away from me to hug his mother, and then mine. As I smile, feeling guilty seeing how happy they were seeing us together.

"I knew she'd bring you happiness, son," Mrs Park murmured, causing the man now standing beside me stiffen, as he laughs in a kind of a way that was not very gentle, his hand snakes around my shoulder as he pulls abruptly to his side, while his lips rest against my bare shoulder.

I feel the blood rushing to my cheek, as I fake a polite smile, facing his mother.

"She's a breath of fresh air, what can I say mother."

He said it so easily, that it made me have doubts. It is so easy for him, everything. And it so unfair, for me my only chance of happiness, a change was ruined, by this marriage, a marriage to him.

As he eases into a conversation with a business associate of his, after a short introduction, forgetting me completely. I let my eyes wander around the room, everyone here seemed so very comfortable, happy they were in a place of their own, yet I felt like drowning. The walls around me, the blazing lights, the mellow music all of it, it just screamed one thing, I did not belong here.

"Finally Mr and, Mrs Park Jimin," says a man, walking towards us, just when Jimin was done with his conversation. Glancing up, I find other men walking behind him, all of them seemed like a team, they fitted well together.

"Namjoon," Jimin chuckles as hugs each one of them, one by one, "Although, you met her yesterday briefly, meet my wife, Violet."

“Wow, wife it feels strange to hear you say that,” Said a boy, casually laughing a little but I still noticed the way Jimin, stills his eyes turning into a fierce stare, whilst his hand tightens around my waist making me almost wince.

I was feeling uneasy all this scrutiny, and new faces were making me feel dizzy. All I needed right now was just normal talk, simple talk.

Without anymore people reminding me, that I was nos married to this man. A man who could careless if I have eaten anything throughout the day or not.

     “You're not the only one, Jungkook,” says Jimin irritatedly, making everyone feel more awkward, God can this prolong any long.

Without wasting a breath, a man stepped forward extending his hand, with a boyish grin, "Hi, I am Kim Taehyung, you may not remember me, but I won't forget yesterday you asked me if I had eaten anything, God it was hilarious because it was just minutes after you married this idiot, any bride would be over the moon, but you were so nervous, and trembling that it was so funny."

And with that all the tension died off as everyone laughed, even the man I married. My heart flutters a little, as he very simply moves his away from me giving me space.

"I am Kim Seok Jin," says another man with broad shoulders and tall figure, standing across me, as I shake his hand, after Taehyung gives me a little small high five when he finds me laughing.

“And I am, Jung Hoseok and this is Junkook and Namjoon,” says the man with the prettiest smile.

“There's one more Min Yoongi,” Kim Seokjin, explains, “He's running late.”

I was feeling dizzy my head was spinning in circles, as I drew in a breath, fisting my dress I offered a weak smile and whispered quiet.

     “Give me a minute,” As I moved back stepping away, feeling all of them staring at me, probably finding it rude, but it was all too much. My body was not listening it was not functioning properly.

“Where are you going woman?” Jimin murmurs harshly gripping my elbow, as I stiffen chewing my bottom lip, he didn't bother to pretend in front of his friends, so why should I?

Swallowing, I don't know how I manged to pry off his fingers and, answer boldly, “Don't cause a commotion, and give others a chance to laugh at us.”

Without looking back I walked past him. Towards the back where there were very little people. Leaning against a table, where drinks were placed. I tried catching my breath, to steady myself.

Before I knew it, my hands fell loose as I felt my eyes shutting, my breath quickening.

    “Are you alright?” asks a man, rushing towards me, I couldn't see his face properly, but as he came to stand towards me, his arms reaching out to me, my hands on their own reach out to him, gripping on his coat's lapels.
His eyes, they were only thing I could comprehend, the worry in them. The sincerity.

And it suddenly felt like I wasn't alone anymore. So I surrendered, knowing who ever it was, he will protect me.

“Its just I don't feel so ....” before I could finish my sentence my vision becomes blurry and suddenly everything turns blank.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note :

I know this an update after a very long time. But please forgive me, the chapters of this book are too long, and as I am re-editing and changing a lot of stuff, it takes time. I hope you understand. But I still want to apologize for the wait.

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