What comes next? (Jimin X Reader) SEQUEL TO DYRJLMP?

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I knew I sounded a lot more sure than I felt, but I didn't want Jimin to worry about me.  He had plenty of things to be concerned about and my safety should not be one of them.  I knew we were safe in the apartment and no one could touch us here.  It would be a couple of weeks before I was back in school so that was something I didn't have to be concerned about.  When we left for Busan in the morning, a bodyguard would be traveling on the train with us, so I knew it would be okay there.  Although I knew I should have taken it a little more seriously, I didn't want to let this threat hang over our relationship, put a damper on how wonderful things have been going.  It was just something we were going to figure out together.

Jimin kissed my lips softly, his eyes full of love.  "I love you Y/N.  So much.  You are everything to me and I can't wait to marry you, to make you my wife."

I brushed his hair out of his face before kissing his nose then his lips.  "I love you too baby."  When he grinned, I laid my head on his chest, letting myself be comforted in his arms, knowing this is where I was supposed to be.

***

"What did you think baby?"  Jimin grinned at me as we stepped off the train in Busan. 

"Wow! That thing is fast!  And the scenery on the way down is just beautiful."  Instead of driving, Jimin had booked a private car on the Korail for our trip to Busan.  We had sat there and snuggled, either watching videos on his tablet or him enjoying a comic while I had read a book.  The trip had been quick and before I knew it, we had pulled into the station in Busan.

As we made our way out of the busy station, I couldn't help but feel nervous about meeting Jimin's parents for the first time.  My Korean wasn't the best and I could understand more than I could speak, but I hoped they wouldn't hate me because of it.  Jimin had said they were excited to meet me, happy for him since he was happy. 

We stepped out into the bright sunlight and I could sense the excitement in Jimin's manners.  He held tightly to my hand and hurried down the stairs towards a well-dressed older couple.  Releasing my hand, he bowed to the man then hugged him then hugged the woman, chattering excitedly.  I stayed a bit behind, wanting to give him this time with his parents since I knew it had been a while since he had seen them.  After a moment, Jimin turned to me, giving me a grin and beckoning me over.  "This is Y/N, the woman I am going to marry."

Jimin's father studied me for a moment then grinned, holding out his hand to me.  "It is nice to meet you.  Jimin speaks a lot of you.  Tells us a lot."  His English was polite and I appreciated that he was trying to speak to me. 

"It is very nice to meet you."  I shook his hand, hoping that mine wasn't completely sweaty.  I turned to Jimin's mother, scared of her reaction to me, but she smiled and hugged me, surprising me completely since it was unexpected.

"I am happy to meet you.  You make my son happy so I am happy too."  Like her husband, her English was polite. 

I thanked her in Korean, feeling a sense of relief when her smile brightened and I could see the similarities between her and Jimin, the same eye smile and the same sweet demeanor. 

Jimin took my hand again, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.  "Come Noona.  I show you where I grew up."  Jimin's parents led the way towards their car, with Jimin and I following behind.  Jimin sat in the backseat with me, alternating between talking to his parents and pointing things out to me.  I loved how he was trying to make me feel included.

After a short drive, we pulled up in front of a pretty house and exited the car.  Jimin grabbed our bag then took my hand again, eager to show me the house his parents lived in.  After a short tour, Jimin and I met his parents in the living room, where they were seated together on a sofa.  Jimin sat down on an empty one, gesturing for me to sit beside him. 

We spent the next hour getting to know each other, the conversation alternating between English and Korean.  I tried my best to keep up, Jimin translating a few things I missed, but his parents continued to smile at me, making me feel as though I was doing okay.  His parents asked me questions about myself, my job, and my family, making an effort to get to know me, one I appreciated. 

At one point, Jimin's father stood and gestured for Jimin to follow him, leaving me alone with Jimin's mother.  She gestured for me to sit beside her and picked up a book from a shelf next to her.  When she opened it up, I couldn't help but let out a sound of delight.  The book was a photo album, filled with pictures of Jimin and his brother, Jihyun.  "Jimin say not to show you photos, but I will anyway."  Jimin's mother gestured to the book and I nodded. 

"I would love to see them."  As she went through the book, she told me about some of the photos and the people in them.  There were photos of Jimin in school, on his birthday, riding his first bike.  There were many photos of Jimin in various dance competitions and I could see my sweet Jimin had been talented from the beginning.  There were several photos of Jimin with his brother and I was amazed at how much they looked alike, how similar they were.

Jimin's father came into the room, followed by Jimin, who groaned in dismay when he saw the photo album.  We laughed at his reactions and the sound made me feel comfortable, made me feel as though his parents had accepted me.

***

The time in Busan went quickly and before I knew it, the days had passed and Jimin and I were at the station, boarding the train.  His parents had dropped us off at the train station, his mother hugging us both goodbye, her eyes a little teary as she said goodbye to her son.

As soon as we were back in the private car, Jimin turned to me, hugging me tightly and kissing my forehead.  "My parents loved you.  My eomma said she loves you and you make me happy.  I knew things would be okay."

Returning the hug, I couldn't help but grin at his happy response.  I had been terrified to meet his parents but they had been wonderful.  They had been warm and welcoming, kind and compassionate, and completely supportive of my relationship with Jimin.  With his parents' blessing, we had set a date for the wedding.  We had both agreed we wanted to get married in early April, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.  His mother had recommended a beautiful secluded resort on Jeju Island and after pouring over the photos, Jimin and I had decided it was perfect. 

Although I felt weird about it since it wasn't traditional, Jimin had insisted on a lavish wedding, complete with the elegant dinner, the fancy attire, the whole nine yards.  When he had mentioned asking me to marry him to Taehyung, the other man had talked extensively about the elaborate American weddings he had seen on television, with the extravagant dinners and beautiful gowns.  I had told Jimin I didn't need it, but he had said he wanted to see me in a pretty white gown, walking down an aisle to him.

When I had called my mother, Jimin had made the suggestion to her and she had agreed wholeheartedly.  Jimin had suggested he would pay for the wedding, but my mother and him had a friendly debate before coming to a consensus.  Jimin would let my mom buy my gown and the things to go along with it, but he insisted on taking care of the rest, including flying my family out to Korea for the wedding itself.  I tried to protest, but he shut me up with a kiss and a round in bed.  By the time the evening had come to an end, Jimin had gotten his way, a smug smile on his face. 

As the train left the station, heading back towards Seoul, I rested my head on Jimin's shoulder, feeling a wave of emotions crash over me.  In just a few short months, I would be marrying the love of my life, continuing the fairy tale that had started just over him liking a post.