I Ain't Playing [[PJM]] ✔️

Not In Those Shorts

I stretched my arms as I walked downstairs, and yawned my way into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and some breakfast. But when I saw the state of the kitchen, I sighed. Jimin never cleaned up after himself even though I always asked him. It didn't take that much of an effort to wash plates up or even put them in the dishwasher. But of course, his friends had stayed last night, so beer and video games were more important than cleaning.

I grumbled once more under my breath and started to clean the kitchen. I rubbed my lower back as I bent over to put dishes into the dishwasher and kicked the door shut. Jimin knew that my back was in constant pain but he rarely listened when he was hungry or tired. To be honest, he rarely listened to me at all recently.

It was like he didn't want to hear anything I had to say and when he did listen, he ended up complaining that I was nagging him or he'd fall asleep. I knew he worked hard and that didn't bother me. He was an idol and I loved that he worked hard. It was just he spent most of the time at work, rather than making a few hours free at night to spend with me. 

It upset me because he had been on tour for 6 months and I had missed him. But when he came home he wasn't as excited to see me as I had hoped. He had given me a quick kiss and hug, then went straight to bed. Then when I woke up in the morning, he had gone back to the studio to practice. Of course, I would never stop him from being an idol and working hard, he just worked too hard sometimes and he had no time to relax or be with me.

I made myself a tea and some toast then went to sit on the sofa. I flicked through the channels and my already bad mood just got worse. I was once again the centre of attention in the press. I thought people would have given up considering that Jimin and I had been married for a year, but no. Jimin's horrible fans were always desperate for something and would do anything to taint my name or make me look bad.

It wasn't like I had any family to rely on. Jimin, BTS and Monsta X were the only family and friends I had. Of course, Mamamoo were friends, but I hadn't seen them in about 6 months because they were always busy. The friends I thought I had when I worked, didn't talk to me anymore. The girls thought that I was a snake so stopped talking to me. One even went as far as staying that I stole her man from her.

"Is Mrs Park getting fat?"

"Is Jimin going to make her diet?"

"Why have they not divorced, even though the marriage was forced on them?"

"Does Hana have something against Mr Park? Is that why they are still married?"

I sighed and changed the channel until I settled on something that wasn't going to bring my name into it. It was a crappy film but it was better than being hated on. I wasn't fat. I knew that, but people still tried to bring me down. Even though I wasn't in love with myself or loved my body as Jimin did...I still learnt to love myself. It took a while, but Jimin helped me realise that I wasn't as ugly as I thought I was.

"Morning baby" Jimin grumbled behind me and I jumped "You're up early"

"I had to clean"

"Shit" Jimin said "I was going to do it when I woke up"

"It's alright" I sighed "It's done now. Did you want breakfast?"

Jimin shook his head "I'll make it. What do you want?"

"I've had some toast," I said and I reached for my tea, but Jimin grabbed it for me "Hey!"

He grinned and sipped at it "Babe, you make a really good tea"