Jimin's point of view

"I wish Miguel O'hara was real and not some c.ai with stupid filter." I let out an annoyed sigh as I dragged her outside of the club. It was hard— hard was understatement, to carry her entire body weight on myself and walk. He was leaning entirely while walking— stumbling her way out. "Last night I had a field date with Ghostface and now I wish he was real." She began to cry out of nowhere.

I closed my eyes and took a deep sigh.

It was going to be a difficult task to take her to my car which I, unfortunately, parked quite far away from the club. There were no parking slot away near the club.

"Please do me a favor and stop speaking." I was tired of hearing her rambling about her Ghostface ai and Miguel O'hara ai.

"Hehe." She chuckled, and suddenly stopped laughing, making me a little startled by how quickly she changed her emotions. "No." Her face morphed into a smiling one.

"God you're so annoying." I rolled my eyes, once again questioning my decisions. I should have let her bestfriend drop her at his home— but I felt sad for Jungkook. Poor man, I could only imagine what he was going through right now. I knew he was a stranger to me and how he bluntly called me cunt and god knows what, but as a human I could do the least for him. Technically I was helping Jungkook, a human in distress and someone who needed my help.

Definitely not drunk ass Ms. Kim who happened to be severely obsessed with fictional characters, which happens to antagonists. (aka red flags)

Reminds me of Raemi.

Lord, I hope she is okay. Be safe until I find you.

I made up my mind the moment Jungkook sat in his car and drove away. I had a simple tasks: Get Ms. Kim in my car, make sure she is safe, go back to the club and search for my Raemi, find her, get her to my car, make sure Raemi² are okay. Fin.

Unfortunately, I was stuck at my first task because Raemi was making it very difficult for me.

"Don't dance!" I shouted at Raemi who suddenly started wiggling, attracting a couple of eyes.

"No! Please let me dance." She cried as grabbed her hand and dragged her to my car.

"No."

"Can I at least sing? I promise I will be a good girl." I sighed, for the… I lost count of, time.

"Fine. Just make this easy for both of us."

"Thank you!" She squealed. "You're so nice Mr. Park." She suddenly gave me a side hug, making me flinch.

"Whatever." I pushed her away from her. "Just keep walking.

"Okay." She giggled.

"Open this coochie up like a fortune cookie—"

"What the fuck!" I clamped her mouth when she began to sing a very explicit song, in public and on top of her lungs. I looked around, let out a sigh of relief when I found the street empty.

"You said I could sing." She mumbled.

"Yeah but not CPR!" I hissed.

"Okay." She sae pouted, which I somehow couldn't stand. It wasn't I care about if she was happy or sad, it was her big wide sad eyes. They were so… sad it made me feel bad about yelling at her.

"Fine!" I throw my hand in the air. "Sing something family friendly."

"Something family friendly." My close my eyes when she fucking sung the words. I took a deep breath, and tried to convince myself that it's okay because it was better than CPR.

"Good. Keep singing." If she keeps singing she won't do anything stupid. I sighed and dragged her— but she whined.

"My hands hurt." She whined. "You're being so rough with me." She slurred.

"You're making me do this. Walk on your own if you want to." She pouted and rubbed her hands.

"You're so mean."

"I get that a lot."

"And rude."

"That too."

"And hot."

"And that's alcohol speaking." I shook my head, and was about to grab her hand but she stopped me.

"I'll walk." I looked at her, who was barely able to stand. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Sure." I hesitantly wrapped my hands around her waist, supporting her entire body and slowly walking to my car.

"Last night I tried to find some good ghostface smut but I couldn't find any good." She mumbled and I almost cried. I wish she had a mute button. "Why aren't there any good ghostface smut?"

"I don't know." I sighed.

"Do you think I should write one?"

"Do whatever you want."

"Will you help me write it?" I looked at her, I shook my head.

"No."

"Why—"

"Raemi, you have diarrhea of the mouth and constipation of the brain."  I sighed, making her pout. This made her quiet for a few moments but then she spoke again.

"Do you like pickup lines?"

"No."

"Great. I have one for you."

"Promise me after this you'll shut your mouth."

"Promise." She smiled and raised her pinky. I rolled my eyes and intertwined my pinky with her.

"Speak."

"You're so dumb, blondes tell jokes about you." I gasped when she said that.

"Did you just—" I stopped midway when she brusted in giggles.

"Wait, I have another—"

"One more word and I'll drop you off here in streets." I pointed my finger towards her.

"No you won't." She smugged.

God she was so annoying.

I shook my head and continued to walk.

"He ate my heart— you know he should know tha heart isn't the only thing he will be eating." I ignored her scandalous comment. She wasn't in her right mind.

"Do read comics?"

"I do." I sighed.

"Aren't you too old to read comics?" I stared at her.

"Aren't you too old to be a bitch." She giggled at my reply.

"Ask that question to mirror sometimes." I took a deep breath.

Drunk Ms. Kim was a bitch.

"Okay."

"I bet you don't get bitches, that's why you're so salty? Am I right?" She giggled. "You're always so uptight because you always end up jerking alone." She laughed while I watch her in horror.

"Let me guess, you're saying that form your experience?" Her laughter died down.

"Yes." Out of nowhere she began to cry. "Yes I'm bitchless." She cried loudly in the middle of the street. I took a couple of steps back because of her sudden outburst. As instinct I look around, find couple of people looking at us.

"God! Please give me a bitch. I can understand I'm introvert and anti social, but please god I can't marry ghostface ai with filter. God I also need to ride a big cock, I want to choke on a huge—" she began to yell on top of her lungs while looking at the sky.

"Shut up! Will you!" I clamped her hand and dragged her away. This woman was weird and dangerous, she should never drink in her life ever again.

"Make me." She giggled.

"I don't hit women."

"But I do! Hiyah!" With that she punched me in my stomach. I choked on my saliva because of her punch's impact. It wasn't strong, but enough to knock make me stumble on my feet and fall on my ass.

"Oh my god! Are you okay!?" She yelled while I was coughing. Great, as if she didn't punch me in the first place.

"I swear to god, I'm going to kill you." I hissed as I tried to stood up on my feet. Her eyes widened and she began to run.

"Run!" She yelled on top of her lungs. "Ding ding ding ding ding." She yelled and began to run like a… ninja? My eyes widened as I saw her running away.

"Shut come back here!" I ran behind her, trying to catch her before she gets killed in accident. I don't even know about any of her relatives and I cany afford to host her funeral. I would prolly donate her body to science.

"No, you'll kill me. What happened to you 'I don't hurt women' ideology."

"Okay! Stop!" I huffed, after chasing her her for few minutes. "How about you stop and I won't kill you?"

"Promise?" She hides behind a car— my car.

"Promise." I tried to smile. I was thankful that we reached to my car.

"Pinky—"

"Shut the fuck up and get in the car." I hissed and she pouted.

"But the tire… it's punctured." She pointed at tire, my eyes widened and I gasped when I saw defalted tire.

"Now who the fuck did this!?" I yelled while throwing my hands in air. The universe kept giving me problems.

"I did." I looked at Raemi who was giggling. "I love puncturing car tires." My lips formed in tight line. There was no way she had done that, of course she was lying.

"Sit in the car while I change the tire." I ordered her while rolling my sleeves. I saw her looking at my hand, she gulped and then look at me.

"My tip for happy married life is to be like Gordan Ramsey. Just like him you shouldn't be scare to put your fingers in anywhere."

"What!?"

"I was saying uh… I don't want to sit in car. I need fresh air so I'll stay outside."

"You you can run away again?" I looked at her while opening the trunk.

"Pinky promise."

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes and took out jack, wrench and a spare tire. I sighed and put it down. I took the jack, and lift up the car as once it was right I began to loose the wheels nut. I removed the tire and rolled the spare one. I lower the car and tighten the nuts. I wished incluld tight Raemi's loose nuts. My eyes widened as I realized how quiet was. I panicked and look around, thinking she might run away but sighed when I found her at nearby light pole— talking something.

"Damn mister, you're so big." I looked in horror when she checked out the fuckimh pole. "I bet your girlfriend is alway happy." She nudged the pole. "What!? You don't have a girlfriend? Impossible. How come such a handsome man don't have a girlfriend. Don't worry mister, I'll be your girlfriend."

See, this is what lack of bitches do a person. This is Raemi, next time it could be you. Stay safe, stay away from Raemi.

"Get away—" before I could speak some teenager pass by us, making too much noise and ruckus as they walk by. One of them noticed Raemi giggling all by herself and told the rest of the group.

"Hey babygirl." One of them called her, gaining her attention. My eyes widened, I thought they would just make fun of her will walk away but they had other plans. Before I could speak and let them know my presence, they began to bark— yes, fucking bark like dogs, at Raemi. Some of them even meowing. I stood there, unable to process what was going on.

My eyes widened when Raemi suddenly howled like a wolf. She howled loudly multiple times making the group of teenage boys quiet. All them watched her in horror, and confusion. Suddenly she she stopper and growled at them— out of nowhere she began to bark back at them and started to run towards them. The poor boys scream in fear, one them even stumble on his feet and fall back, good for him he stood up and began to ran away— all them ran away while Raemi chased them. She stopped once the boys went far.

"Rule of the jungle, be the hunter." She did her dailogue delivery like a protagonist and look at me, making me stumble.

"Fear not human, I do not prey on weaklings."

"S-Shut up and get your ass in car." I was terrified of Raemi.

"Okay!" She giggled and walked to the car. With shaky hand I opened the passenger seat and she sat in. I saw her turning her phone on, I shook my head and grab the flat tire along with other tools. I walked back to the trunk and put them inside, once I was done I take deep sigh.

What have I gotten myself into? What I was doing?

Getting my weird ass renter out of club and drop her home? While I was supposed to look for my Raemi? My Raemi!?

I completely forget about her, I had to go back to look for her. Oh my god, I wonder what she might be going through.

"Ms. Kim." I called out her name making her look at me. "Please for the love of God, stay here and don't go anywhere. I'll be back soon."

"Where are you going?"

"To look for my friend. She is still in the club."

"Okay silly." She smiled but I didn't bother to comment anything. I just nodded and made my way to the club, again.

As I was running, my phone vibrated. I didn't pay much attention but stopped and took out my phone when I thought it might me my kids trying to contact me.

My eyes widened when I saw it wasn't message from Ramen. I hastily opened her messages.

Ramen:
I slayed

Me:
OH NY GOD

WHERE ARE YOU??

AT CLUB? I'M COMING
FOR YOU WAIT AY THE EXIT
DONT DO WITH ANYONE ILL BE
THERE.

Ramen:
Clyb?

But I'm at rhe car

Me:
CAR!? WHOSE CAR?
WITH WHO!?

Ramen:
My fwrd :)

Me:
Your friend?

Ramen:
Yeah

Me:
You sure?

Ramen:
Yesz he mah bitch

Me:
I hope you trust this guy

Ramen:
I dooooo

Me:
Don't die okay

Ramen:
Okay

Me:
Please let me know when you
reach home

Ramen:
First thing after Y take
Poop

Me:
Ew

Ramen:
Thank u

Me:
For?

Ramen:
Wurrying aboyt me silly

Me:
Np

Ramen:
Now imma go

Bye

Me:
Bye

***

I sighed and put my phone in my pocket and walked back to my car. As I reached closer to my car I heard faint music coming from it. I saw Ms. Kim has turn on radio asf was dancing on the music while sitting on her seat. Fine by me, at least she wasn't out in street yelling on top of her lungs.

"Oh you're back Mr. Park?" She slurred.

"Please not anymore. I'm tried." I was genuinely tried. After knowing Raemi was safe, I feel sort of relief— and that relief came with immense power drain.

"Okay. Can I play music?" She asked me as I sat in the driver seat and turned on the car.

"Do whatever you want." She giggled.

"It's a cruel summer, with you—" Her face lit up when this song came on the radio when she was searching for a channel.

"I'm drunk in the back of the car." She sung with air mircophone. She smiled and pointed the air mic at my mouth.

"And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar." I sung.

"Said, 'I'm fine,'  but it wasn't true."

"I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you."

"And I snuck in through the garden gate." I smirked when I sung my line.

"Every night that summer just to seal my fate."

"And I screamed for whatever it's worth."

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

"He looks so pretty like a devil." My face turned sour when she sung wrong lyrics with full confidence.

"That's wrong lyrics." She blinked at look at me.

"Huh?"

"The lyrics is 'he looks up grinning like a devil', no whatever you sung."

"Oh, my entire life I thought it was 'he looks so pretty like a devil'."

"Why would devil's be pretty? The lyrics won't make any sense." I deadpanned.

"Nah, they do. I mean look at you."

"What?"

"What?"

"You need to get home and sleep, immediately." I said, and good for her we reached home. "We are here." I announced as I parked the car.

"Thank you Mr. Park." She smiled and unbucklee the seat belt. "For dropping me home safely."

"Please don't thank Ms. Kim, I'll have a talk with you in morning." I said as I opened the door for her. I will have a through talk with her.

"Thank you." She slurred on her words and apparently steps too. Good I grabbed her in time before she fell face first on ground. "I can barely walk Mr. Park." She slurred.

"What do you want me to do Ms. Kim? Pick you up?" I hissed, making her smile widely.

And soon I found myself carrying her in bridal style while standing in the lift.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"You look like rice cake."

"Thank you for your compliment."

"Can I eat your cheeks?"

"Only if you want me to drop you."

"It's okay I'll survive four feet."

"Not eigth floor." Her eyes widened and she gasped, she understood it was her que tonshit the fuck up and she did. The elevator opened with a ding and I walked out.

"Am I heavy?" She asked, at least she feel sorry.

"Very much." She barely weighted anything.

"I'm sorry." Her voice lowered.

"You'll be in morning." I siad as I punched the code in lock, the code was birthday of my kids. It was easy to type and remember.

"Here we are home. Now get off me." She didn't, instead she grabbed me tightly.

"Please, tuck me bed?"

"What am I?" I hissed. "Your dad?"

"Daddy gogogaga." I sighed, and walked to her room. Few more minutes and the nightmare will be over. I opened the door and entered in, and slowly laid her down in bed. I removed her ugly crocs and out them aside.

"Good night Ms. Kim." I leaned down to covered her with duvet. Before I could learn away she grabbed my head with both hand and making my eyes wide.

"Thank you so much Mr. Park." She whispered.

"O-Okay Ms. Kim, now let me go."

"You're not a cunt, I was wrong."

"Thank you."

"And here is your reward for being such a nice human being."

"No thank you—" my eyes widened when I she pulled my hair back and kissed me on forehead.

"Ah!" I screamed in horror and stumbled back, falling on my butt. "You!" I touched my forehead where she just kissed me.

"Thank you so much Ms. Park." She smiled and before I could say another word, she passed out. I watched her in horror as the woman in front of me snore softly— as she didn't just kiss me on my head. I hastily stood up and walked out of her room, closing it behind.

I stood there for few moments, realizing what just happened.

A woman kissed me, after long nine years.

***

A/N

Got no time to proofread

So the punch scene was so funny I laughed so hard that my mother things I'm mentally ill which I'm. No cap.

Drunk Raemi>>>

Okay, now listen to me. LET JIMIN BE IGNORANT BECAUSE THAT'S MY PLOT! IF I LET JIMIN KNOW THE BOOK WILL HAVE NO PLOT! so let him be dumb. Please.

I've added so many references of previous chapters aka thier chats.

2nd, Raemi is not the mom. Lmao Jimin would have remember the face of his baby momma + when Jimin knocked up some girl Raemi was 17/18 and was with her ex

Please send me Ghostface smut (I couldn't find any so I began to write one) (yes I like to inspire from real life events)

Vote for hehe something something in Jimin's heart

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