Jimin barged into the room with his long sleeves folding up to his elbow. His hair was messy and wet after running from a long distance with the heavy downpour.
"Jimin--" she wasn't given a chance to say anything, receiving a palm connected to her cheek. The sharp sensation really hurt her.
"W-Why?" she questioned with tears threatening to fall. Jimin smirked pinning her against the wall.
"I did that because I didn't love you! You have no right to hit me like that in the face!"
"I don't fucking care, you're my wife" there goes the word he would always use against her.
Will they ever love each other when the right time comes?
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