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Comforting you after a Nightmare (Park Jimin)

“Why can’t we end up together? What's so wrong about me?” My voice quivered, tears shedding frantically as I avoided his gaze. The shame of begging for love, even in my last moments, consumed me. Each word felt like a plea for an impossible future.

“We aren’t suitable for each other. You’ll find someone better.” He said, his words simple yet brutally effective. They struck me like a sharp arrow, piercing my heart with unbearable pain.

I clutched my chest, the physical ache echoing the torment inside me. Unable to bear his presence or the finality of his words, I turned and ran. The world blurred through my tears, every step feeling heavy and desperate.

The past haunted me, flashing in vivid memories of laughter, shared secrets, and fleeting glances. All of it, shattered by a few simple words. The rejection felt like a storm, relentless and consuming.

As I fled, the familiar surroundings faded, replaced by a cold, harsh reality. My legs carried me to a place I could barely recognize, and my sobs grew louder, mixing with the sounds of the night.

Finally, exhausted, I collapsed onto the ground, my tears soaking the earth beneath me. The emptiness in my chest felt like a void, an endless abyss of sorrow and regret.

After what felt like hours, my eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light of the morning. I found myself in my own bed, the sheets tangled around me. Turning my head, I saw my husband, Jimin, lying beside me. His presence was a comforting reminder of the love I had found after so much pain.

Jimin stirred, sensing my turmoil even in his sleep. He reached out, his hand gently caressing my cheek. His touch was warm and reassuring, grounding me in the present.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, concern, lacing his voice as he looked into my eyes.

I nodded, though the lingering ache in my heart reminded me of the past. But in Jimin’s eyes, I found solace. He had been my anchor, pulling me out of the darkness and into the light of a new beginning.

“I had a nightmare,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Jimin pulled me closer, his embrace chasing away the remnants of my sorrow. “It’s okay,” he said softly, his lips brushing against my forehead. “I’m here. I love you.”

“Why are you sweating? Are you crying?” His tone conveyed genuine concern. I despised this feeling; it seemed akin to betraying him. The memory of that day still haunted me—the day I felt overwhelming remorse, yet found myself utterly alone. It replayed relentlessly in my dreams, a constant reminder of my perceived failures as a human being.

“I can’t shake off that insult, that heartbreak.” With my face buried in my palms, tears flowed uncontrollably, my shame too profound to face him. It was a familiar scene to him. Even now, at random moments, I would awaken with memories of rejection by my former lover, plunging me into a deep abyss of self-loathing and sorrow that seemed insurmountable. I felt like a complete failure.

A year later, Jimin entered my life. Despite his efforts, I remained in denial, wary of those around me, withdrawing into myself, neglecting meals, and avoiding social interaction. It had a profound impact on me. Yet, Park Jimin took it upon himself to bring joy into my life, determined to make me smile again.

The more I attempted to create distance between us, the closer he drew. This development unsettled me; the fear of history repeating itself gnawed at my thoughts. What if I found myself falling deeply in love, only to realize his feelings didn't match mine? Could I truly move forward this time?

Unexpectedly, Jimin proposed marriage to me, a gesture that took me by surprise. For him, marriage represented a reliable commitment, a cornerstone that a mere relationship might lack. He saw it as a guarantee—a promise to always support and cherish me, aiming to ensure my happiness and shield me from sorrow. In my perception, this proposition symbolized the challenging aspect of our relationship, though I believed in its potential to strengthen our bond.