Brave Things
Part 1 How Its Started

"Which one do you like?"

"Where."

"What if this one?"

"Yes I agree." Jimin replied without looking from his phone. He was very busy because he had just returned from China and immediately accompanied me to the wedding dress fittings.

Actually I told you that I would go alone with my mother, but Jimin insisted on attending, maybe he still felt guilty for dragging me this far.

H-10 wedding of me and Jimin, all the affairs have been handled by the leading vendors. My job is just preening, following a series of beauty treatments, choosing clothes and jewelry, but still I have trouble sleeping.

Is this the right decision?

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That day, the day that changed my destiny in a big way. When I first met Jimin at this family dinner table.

I was hired by Jimin's mother to teach his sister calculus.

For 4 months of teaching I never saw Jimin, except from the family picture frame in the living room, which shows a photo of Jimin using a graduation shirt from Stanford University.

I heard from his mother, now he is developing a business in China, he can go home for 2-3x a year.

Jimin's little brother, very spoiled to me. Jisung children are quite smart, but often not in the mood to learn. Jimin's mother is difficult to find a tutor for Jisung because most professional teachers do not want to face the attitude of a pubescent boy who is moodswing, wants to teach a child who is smart from the beginning. If I'm used to it. I have 2 sisters who are in puberty too. I was beaten often.

That afternoon Jisung was not willing to study at all, but I had come all the way to their mansion located on the outskirts of this city. I spent at least 3 hours here teaching him.

Jisung made me accompany him to play basketball, chess, to badminton.

Inside the house was a bit of a frenzy because he said Jimin would come home after half a year had not come home, his mother cooked a lot of food and kept me home for dinner together.

While drying the sweat, Jisung and I chatted a little, Jisung said he wanted to study as long as it was after dinner.

I don't want to be home at 10 o'clock.

We were cleaning up the ball and the net when Jimin's mother called to come in and clean up, I was told to take a shower because from the afternoon playing outdoors with Jisung.

Jimin's mother was slim, she lent me a dress after I took a shower and the shirt was tight on my body. 4 months with Jisung made me come to eat like a pubescent boy, I think I'm up about 5 kilos.

Jimin seems to be late than expected, I think stuck in the middle of the city to get here. His mother so had time to arrange flowers, vacuum the carpet to style my hair. My hair was beautifully styled until it was pierced by flowers, I became like a child playing as a bidadarian angel. The effect of not having a daughter makes Jimin's mother very warm to me, especially I can handle her bad youngest child.

Before long the car alarm was locked and Jimin's mother ran out,

I saw jimin come in creamy shorts and a long-sleeved white shirt, more suited to him being an idol than a businessman, he squandered his handsome face to study hard until college to Stanford.

Jimin's mother led her beloved son to the dinner table, took him from the front door to the dinner shirt, and I and Jisung looked as if they understood the 'you see how my mother's overacting' was'

Jimin greets Jisung when his mother has released him and switches to preparing food, "I bought you an electric bass, it should be until tomorrow morning."

"You're the best." Answer Jisung casually. They look close and loving each other even though they are indifferent and not too much to talk, they are the type of people who are not awkward if the atmosphere is quiet when sitting together.

"Who is this girl who's with you?" Ask while smiling at me, jisung? Not one bit switched from psp.

Finally I introduced myself, waiting for Jisung I could moss and moldy because there was no movement she would introduce me to her brother, I reached out to shake hands,

"I'm Luna, Les Jisung's teacher."

"Where are you at school?" Ask.

Is that true? My body bulges like this and he thinks I'm still in school?

"I'm in college, another thesis." I answered, he looked surprised.

"Ah, sorry, I thought you were only a few years apart from Jisung, your face is quite young." Maybe it was because I was so close to her sister so she felt I was a kid too.

"Where's college?" Further.

"Yonsei." Just this time I felt inferior when I mentioned the name of my campus, it was because I was dealing with a stanford alumni, the real world ivy league campus.

"You think Jisung can get into Yonsei?" He asked expectantly, Jisung is a lucky boy. His brother, father and mother were very attentive with him, he was the one who was often stubborn, otherwise he would flood the affection in this family.

With Jisung's real ability I believe he can enter a good university, but with his laziness I doubt he can learn about his sat, "I will try my best." The safest answer I can give to the figure of an older brother who wants his sister to enter a good university, at least in Korea.

After dinner, I taught Jisung the math supervised by Jimin in the tv room. He was sitting there playing laptop, but his ears heard everything we said.

Sometimes he tested Jisung's memory of the formula theory I taught by suddenly asking related questions I taught Jisung.

I was even hoping for anxiety, hoping that Jisung could answer Jimin's question straightforwardly. The position of Jisung who turned to Jimin, and I faced Jimin made me able to see his smiling expression when Jisung could answer his question, even while still focusing on the laptop.

That night taught Jisung never to be as lively as the night before.

Finished teaching, Jimin said he would take me home and he would meet his friend in town.

It's already 10:30, pity my sister if I tell her to pick up at midnight like this.

Jimin changed from a home outfit, to a rockstar idol outfit. I was fascinated to see him wearing his ripped pants and leather jacket. I didn't imagine this handsome human being to be so perfect.

He is well-established, hard-working, family-oriented, polite and meek. Whoever married her actually won the lottery.

And that woman is me.

Jimin asked me to come as his partner to a fundraiser and introduce me as his fiancee.

As the first boy, Jimin's extended family worried about him settling in China for a long time. They worry that Jimin is married not to a Korean but to a Chinese,

It is an unwritten rule that the first boy should not marry a woman who is not Korean, the Jimin family itself is one that still maintains the tradition.

I thought it was just a temporary play for me to act as Jimin's fiancee, until Jimin knelt down before me, asked me to be his wife as soon as possible and wanted me to move to China.

Still vividly remembered in my memory how Jimin's mother humbly pleaded in the room where I used to teach Jisung to be Jimin's wife and accompany him in China.

I did turn down Jimin's super-crazy request, Jimin probably told his mother that I refused. I was still in college at the time. But the efforts of parents still want their children to get what they want.

I don't know what shook my heart when Jisung said, 'I've never seen Jimin like that, I'm sorry his love clapped one hand' his expression was so cute but it was unconsciously Jisung who made me accept this proposal.

Jisung was the one who took me off from college, took cooking classes, arranged flowers and more. I actually became Jimin's fiancee in no time.

I woke up from my daydreams when Jimin tried his tuxedo and immediately agreed on the first try. Yes whipping any suit on his athletic body will look good.

But I feel Jimin just wants to get married quickly, then go to China without bothering to hear the bark of his extended family again.

Going back is too late, the invitation is printed ready to be spread, I also do not have the courage to cancel all this, can not imagine how many people are angry with me if I cancel this marriage.

My only hope is that I should be able to make Jimin fall in love with me, at least look at me and appreciate me.

I will not leave my whole world in Korea to be treated like a stranger with my own husband.