I Ain't Playing [[PJM]] ✔️

I Don't Hate You. I'm Angry

Jimin

I wiped my face of sweat and leant back against the mirror, trying to catch my breath. I had been in the studio for hours trying to perfect my dance but I still hadn't improved and it was starting to piss me off.

I glanced at my phone and sighed. No message from Hana. I had tried calling her but she didn't answer and I didn't blame her. I had promised her that I wouldn't go to work at the weekend but here I was.

Practising for the comeback.

I grabbed my phone and tried calling her again and I was thankful she picked up.

"Hey, baby. How are you?" I asked.

"Fine," She said and I rubbed the back of my neck. I knew she was pissed off.

"How has your day been?"

"Great"

I sighed "Baby I'm really sorry. It's just-"

"Your comeback is important. I get it" Hana said "It doesn't matter"

"I'm sorry"

"It's fine"

I sighed once again "So...what have you been doing today?"

"Well, I woke up to see the kitchen in a state, which by the way, thank you for leaving it for me. But luckily for me, I have amazing friends and they came round to keep me company on your day off. But wait, you haven't had a day off for about a month so it really isn't your day off" Hana said "So they helped me tidy and in about 10 minutes, they are taking me for lunch. So, how is your day?"

"You hate me"

"No. I don't hate you. I'm angry. There is a difference Jimin"

"Would you like me to come home?"

"No," She said "Even if you are home you are never home. Your head is always somewhere different"

"Baby, I'm sorry"

"It's ok Jimin," Hana said "Carry on with your practice. I'm going out now"

"Wait, Hana," I said, "The world doesn't know you're pregnant and-"

"No. They just think I'm fat. Don't worry. I'll protect you by wearing baggy clothes" She snapped "I'll probably be asleep by the time you get home. So nighty night"

Before I could say anything else, she hung up on me. I groaned loudly and covered my face with my hands. I knew my band members were looking over at me but it wasn't like they were happy with me anyway. I had come in on my day off after promising Hana I wouldn't go to the studio.

"So," Yoongi said, "Hana isn't happy...is she?"

I shot a look at him "Point out the fucking obvious"

"Go home Jimin," Namjoon said "I'm not going to tell you again"

"I can't go home. She doesn't want me there"

"God, you are so stupid," Jin said "Of course she wants you home! She hardly sees you anymore Jimin and she's upset. Plus she is pregnant and you never mess with a pregnant girl"

"She's going out with her friends. She won't want me there"

"Shall I drag you to her by your ears?" Yoongi asked and I shook my head "Then fuck off home to your wife. You aren't needed here"

I sighed and got to my feet "She won't be there when I get back"

"Then be there for when she gets back," Hoseok said and he sighed "How does she put up with you?"

The place was tidy when I got back, apart from the pile of junk food sitting on the kitchen side. I glanced at the flowers sitting on the side and made it a mission to get better flowers than the ones her friends got her.

I was a bad husband.

I helped myself to some of the snacks and my eyes found the note sitting by the flowers. I snatched it from the counter and frowned. That didn't sound anything like her friends would write.  Actually, it sounded more like a...

Shit. I had to get to Hana.

I grabbed my phone and called her again, but it went straight to voicemail. I looked through my contacts and found Minhyuk's number.

"Jimin," He said as he answered, "What can I do for you?"

"Hana has a stalker," I said.

"What?"

"I found the note that was sent with the flowers and it is exactly what I get from creepy fans. You've probably got them as well" I said, "Can you please bring her home?"

"We've just ordered food though"

"Get them to our it in a takeaway box and bring it back home," I said "Please, I don't feel right when my pregnant wife is out there without me. I need her home"

"Alright, alright" Minhyuk sighed "She won't be happy"

"Right now I don't care. Hana needs to get home"

"Ok! I'm bringing her home" Minhyuk muttered and hung up on me.

I stared at the note again and threw it onto the side, cursing. Just when I thought Hana was starting to feel safe leaving the house again. She didn't need this. Not when she was pregnant.

Honestly, she didn't need me to be an absent husband. I had to make it up to her. I was failing her as a husband and upsetting the woman I loved. I should have been better but I was slipping back into my old ways. I couldn't do that to her. Not with what we had both been through.

And now she was pregnant, I needed Yoongi to kick me every time I messed up. I was happy. I was finally happy that Hana and I were starting a family together, but I was never with her. I always managed to find an excuse to go into work.

The flowers were just staring at me and I yanked them off the counter just to throw them into the bin. I had to protect my wife even more now and make sure that the press stayed away from her. Even though I knew it would be difficult. I had to try.

Hana was my wife and she was the girl I fell in love with. I just had to try and make it up to her.