"Y/n,"

"Will you marry me?" You blink.

And blink again.

And blink again.

What?

Jimin looks in your eyes with utmost sincerity. The sincerity you spoke with him about few hours ago.

Didn't he say that he expects you to not expect too much?

Then what's with the proposal?

Will he marry me even more happily if he finds out that I'm Min? He'd probably be head over heels, right?

"Y/n?" He calls you out again. His face slowly taking over nervousness as he glances at the ring and then back at you,

"Do you want some time to answer?" He asks again, taking you by surprise.

He has the character of waiting for an answer?

You thought he would've demanded you for an answer as well.

"Y/n . . ." he whispers softly, his tone is evident that he didn't expect the hesitation. He's probably even a little bit upset, but he understands his timing isn't the best.

"M-Master-"

"No! Don't call me master while answering my proposal y/n!" He almost yells, making you break into a chuckle,

"Then what should I call, uh, you?" You question. He was the one who'd get agitated even with the English language basic word like 'you'.

"Uh, shall we decide that later? Do you have an answer yn? Or even a question?" Jimin presses.

"Y-You, well, wanted me to not get my hopes up. I don't know if I'm a good candidate for this . . .responsibility? Relation? Y-You told me I'm supposed to-" you look away, wondering if you can be even happy about this, but another thought strikes your mind,

"Y-You don't love me. Y-you said y-you would marry someone else and live life with her-" you pause when he places the ring box aside, reaching out to hold both of your hands and caressing the back of them with his thumb,

"I know saying this is a straight ticket to get my first ever proposal rejected, but, I don't love you, y/n. I don't love anyone. I cannot. I don't see or feel the emotion of love anymore. Not after loosing her . . .yes I wouldn't be an ideal husband, but I want us to have a family, to have a future. I don't love you, but I keep wanting to have you-"

"You already have me, Master." You mumble out.

"Yes, princess. I do. You're mine. I'll gladly bring everyone who gets between us to dust. But I want to assure you. No. I want to assure myself. I want to have you, officially. Emotionally. Physically. I- fuck! I don't even know why I had this urge to, but I just wanted you to trust me with yourself. I can even sign a contract promising that I wouldn't do everything bad I've done to you. You can even sue me if I hurt you that way-"

You pull your hands away, shaking your head with a chuckle,
"You're cute, Master."

Jimin blinks, and blinks again, his cheeks turning red when he realises how he's been rushing his words and breathing heavily while doing so.

He mentally facepalms at the thought of being so nervous. Especially because he never imagined that he'd ever be nervous in front of you.

"I know you don't love me, master. But don't you want to try falling in love? Not with me, but someone else? Maybe you'd find someone who actually makes you fall in love again? Why not wait? I don't want you to regret something so important with me. I cannot bear the burden being another regret of another person," You didn't expect your heart to clench so bad with pain when saying those words, but your heart has to be a fool.

Pain of regret is far worse than the pain of a ended fairytale.

"T-That's what I'm saying y/n. . .you think I didn't try? Do you know how many blind dates my hyungs made me attend? Even they gave up after knowing my heart. It's just not in me y/n. Loving, it's just not in me. I can also promise that I won't divorce you or stuffs like that, I want to be free from hiding. Hiding you from the world, from my enemies, from Jin hyung or just, from myself. Don't hide anymore, y/n. You have an identity of your own, I want to be a part of your identity. Fuck." He groans, looking away and pressing his face into his palms out of frustration.

He is frustrated because his words sound even worse when said out loud.

He knows he doesn't make any sense.

He knows he's taking too much-

"Yes." He hears you speak.

"Yes, I'll marry you, Mr. Park," you manage to word out, looking away  when Jimin swiftly jerks his face up and looks at you in utter disbelief.

"You. . .you're such a fool y/n. I'll make sure that your decision doesn't go in vain. I'll make sure of it. Tell me again, y/n, will you marry me?" he says, looking into your glossy eyes, this time, he reads your eyes far better than he ever could, and that ends up turning his own eyes glossier.

He watches you nod once, twice, and then again but with a little smile. A smile that expresses more than a thousand emotions.

Jimin's face glows with his own smile as well, his heart filling with warmth as his eyes fall over your lips, and for the first time, his lower lip quivers at the desperation to feel them.

He grabs the back of your neck, swiftly but gently pulling you into him, colliding your lips with his as they melt into each other. Mould so perfectly.

He feels warm tears sliding down the corner of his lips, making him grin in the kiss and close his eyes, another warm tear rolls down his cheek.

He feels the pad of your thumb being brushed against his cheek, making him swiftly open his eyes only to realise that the tears weren't yours like he expected.

His brows furrow, confusion clouding his mind wanting to find the reason for his tears. He's barely shed tears all these past years. All he shed was either blood or sweat.

He feels another strange tear over his cheek, this one belonging to you.

He smiles, parting his lips and sliding his tongue inside your mouth. Now he has someone to blame for the tears.

The thought makes him tighten his grip around your waist, the other hand holding the back of your neck harder while he tilts his head, swirling his tongue and exploring every inch of your mouth, earning a suppressed moan from you in return.

He hums in response, hardening the slightest underneath you and rubbing his tongue over yours before he pulls away to land a quick peck on your lips, gulping.

His cheeks are the slightest shade of red, probably the first time you've seen his blush.

You gulp, looking down only until your gaze pauses between his legs, making you swiftly look away, face flushing red.

Jimin swiftly lifts both of his arms in air, "I wasn't hard until you moaned. I swear. It was a sincere kiss expressing my gratitude." He explains, and just when you open your mouth to speak, he interrupts again,

"Those tears weren't mine either. They were yours. I'm glad that being with me makes you shed tears of joy. From now on, I'll make sure your tears are only of joy." He utters but realises that he's explaining himself even without you asking for an explanation, making him shut his lips.

You smile again,
"Yes those were my tears, and yes they were tears of joy. Yes, the kiss was of gratitude. I possibly cannot even imagine getting here, I sometimes still cannot believe that I even managed to get out of that dark room. Thank you. . .thank you for bringing a change to my life, for making me feel emotions I didn't knew existed."

Jimin nods, sighing,
"You should also learn to nag, my dear wife. And be possessive. Rule my underworld with me like my queen, y/n. Do that too."

You nod along with a laugh,
"Yes. I will."

"Oh wait!" Jimin shrieked, quickly grabbing the ring box and pulling the ring out, he glances back at you, gesturing you to bring your hand forward.

You extend your hand ahead, watching him slide the beautiful butterfly ring in the ring finger of your left hand,
"I want you to be free like this butterfly. I want to be your wings. You were a little caterpillar all along, surviving on those ill and evil memories, it's time to spread your wings out and fly with me, y/n."

Your heart clenches again, not with pain this time.

Oh how badly does this feel like a dream.

Oh how beautiful dream would it be then, if it was indeed a dream.

You feel his fingers, his lips, all warm and lively. It's happening in real time. It's actually happening.

It's your time to get out of the cocoon now.

It's your metamorphosis, a new beginning of your own identity.

A beginning you never thought you'd deserve.

The magical moment was blissful and mesmerizing, for both you and Jimin.

Flood of unfelt and strange emotions drowning both of you into a bliss.

Only until the bliss was broken by Jimin's phone ringing.

Jimin fake coughs, leaving your hands and pulling his phone out to watch Namjoon's name on the screen.

He scoffs and presses the side button, slipping his phone back into his pocket,
"Hyung is ruining all our moments. Seriously. He's becoming like Jin hyung. C0ck- wait. Ring blocker. Tsk."

You laugh awkwardly at that, tracing the butterfly's wings with your index finger, still appreciating and bathing in the meaning behind it. His intentions behind it.

Jimin reaches out to hold your hand again,
"Do you like the ring, y/n?"

You love it. Him calling your name and the ring. Both.

"Y-" his phone interrupts you again.

Jimin groans, roughly pulling his phone out again,
"This bloody-"

"Answer it right? Like, it could be something urgent." You blurt out.

Jimin sighs and nods, answering the call and keeping it on speaker but both of you jump in your place when Namjoon's voice booms out of the speaker,

"MOTHERFXCKER WHERE THE FXCK ARE YOU?!?!?!"

"I-I'm with y/n hyung! What's wr-"

"YOU DUMBFXCK GET BACK HOME RIGHT THIS FXCKING MOMENT. DO YOU FXCKING UNDERSTAND ME?! COME HERE RIGHT FXCKING NOW! BRING Y/N WITH YOU. QUICK. IT'S URGENT!"

"O-okay hyung! I'll be there right away! Calm down! Bye!" Jimin hangs up the phone, his eyebrows narrowing with worry.

You quickly get off his lap, watching him stand and grab your wrist, running upto his car alongwith you.

"I'm sorry y/n. He's never been like this. It must really be an emergency. A big one. God. Just when I thought life was starting to go smoothly." He grumbles while hitting the accelerator.

You sit while holding your breathe, he's driving so rashly, overtaking every vehicle on the road one after the other. You pray the whole ride along to reach home alive. Safe.

And soon enough, you see Namjoon and all the others waiting at the gate of Yoongi's mansion.

It must be something really bad. He's fuming while holding some papers in his hands.

The car reaches a sudden stop, almost making both of you hit your noses on the dashboard.

Jimin quickly gets out alongwith you, jogging upto Namjoon and resting his palm on Namjoon's shoulder,

"Hyung! What's wrong hyung? What happened?!"

Namjoon's eyes avert to you, flaring red and glossy. His eyes so red and body so traumatized that he resembles a corpse with blood rushing only through it's eyes.

You look at him in terror while Jimin shakes his shoulders,

"What happened hyung?! Tell me! What's wrong?"

Namjoon's lips part as he stares dead in your eyes,

"Y-Y-n is . . ."

Jimin narrows his brows, shaking him again,

"Y/n is what hyung? Are you okay? What happened?!" Jimin's body freezes the moment Namjoon finishes his sentence.

"Y/n is M-Min. . ."

A/n:-

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