Brave Things
The Part 15 Transitory

I let out a frustrated sigh, this has been my ninth attempt to contact Jisung's phone this morning. Still can't be called.

As a result of Jimin's injured leg, we agreed to postpone our return to Beijing, at least until the wound was dry enough after being treated with the most expensive drug concoction I have ever known. The wound healed quickly.

Jimin's? Just relax, wiggle his feet while whistling reading the newspaper. She had the honeymoon she wanted.

On the sidelines of my busy life caring for the injured Jimin, I always tried to contact Jisung. 4 days in a row and still did not get any answers.

I was really worried about him, even from the first day I stayed at this villa, I had begged Jimin to let me contact Jisung.

I don't even believe in what I paid Jimin to be bartered with a cell phone signal, all just to find out how things are going!

"Why can't I still reach him?!" I growled while dialing back the number.

Again the automatic voice of the operator that I got answered my call, made me throw the expensive cell phone given Jimin was exhausted with snob.

Looking at his conscienceless sibling, he whistled sitting by the window, enjoying the morning sun while sipping his black coffee.

Of course his life is peaceful. his needs *** are fulfilled, his stomach is full, his wounds are almost healed. Leaving me 24/7 overtime to meet her needs.

I miss the days when I was newly married to Jimin, with her being crazy about work, I had a lot of free time to myself. Meet with him for at least a few hours, when he came home was the most time spent sleeping without any meaningful interaction.

It's impossible for me to feel again now. Jimin won't fall asleep before his regular nightly activities, which are my heroics.

I walked up to him, my eyes staring at him sinisterly as I had sat on the empty seat available at the table.

"Don't bend your face this early, my legs will heal for longer to see." Again he pulled out his 'hurt foot' style for some time.

He knows how spectacular it is, can get him to get whatever he wants in an instant, make me obey whatever he wants.

"You're really not worried about your sister?" I asked cynically, annoyed to remember that I was the only one who was agitated while he was calmly enjoying his long holiday.

"He's fine. There's nothing you should worry about." he put down his newspaper and switched to rubbing my wrist.

I was still pouting, not wavering at the touch in my hand.

"You have to learn to trust your husband, hm?"

I rolled my eyes hearing her sweet talk in the morning blind like this.

"Then I want to hear his voice! Let me talk to him then I'll stop worrying." Tegasku gave the terms.

"Hmm how, yes, you will mess up the progress with just your voice. She hasn't used her phone since we left." Jimin was obviously with me.

"Huh? Then why would I bother sitting on the floor for hours worshipping you just for the sake of getting a signal?!"

It was furious to see his innocent look like he was innocent.

"You said you just wanted a signal, you made that offer yourself, right?" The answer is a small laugh.

Yes, I asked me who made the offer, because I was furious because it was difficult to ask for a cellphone signal to him. He insisted that we both keep the phone away in order to quality time here, in fact not quality time, just not down and down from the mattress.

I know, ever since I spoiled hers with my mouth once back then, she always wanted to feel it again. It was easy for me to use the opportunity to get Jimin to fulfill my request. Wrong, I was not specific in asking. I should have asked to speak to Jisung, not to be signaled.

"I'm actually giving you a signal. I've never broken a promise!"

I just want to make it feel like seeing him who is proud to keep his promise to me.

"Here you go, quickly tell me, where is Jisung? What did you do to her?" I don't want to mislead Jimin into other topics, I know he deliberately discussed things lightly so he wouldn't have to answer my questions.

Jimin sighed tiredly, leaning himself against the chair after finding his attempts to distract me failing.

"I don't know, I just had Hanji educate her. Jisung's behavior is too late for you." he replied lethargic.

"How can you trust that to someone else?! If Hanji wasn't so good at looking after her how?" I panicked, not understanding why Jimin did not hesitate to hand over his sister to Hanji, who clearly did not have a competent background in parenting.

I should have been normal, but the pain ran through my heart when I found out that Jimin trusted his employees more to educate Jisung than I did. I feel offended.

"Hanji hanji hanji.why don't you just marry her if you trust her." I went to leave him.

He didn't even let me talk to Jisung, Boro-boro wants to include me in whatever plan he makes.

What would it be like if we had children? Am I just going to be a child-printing machine while Jimin is hiring people to educate my son, according to his standards?

Sometimes, no matter how close I get to Jimin, I still feel like a stranger in his life.

I know he's been living on his own for too long, making him a regular person to do things without discussing them first with others. Usually make your own decisions.

Now that his position is different, at least in family matters he can exchange opinions with me a little, right? What difficult? All this time I never disagreed with his proposal, I always respected his decision.

By making me not know anything about Jisung this instead of making me relieved even makes me worried. Exacerbates mood.

I was still curled up on the edge of the mattress when I felt the presence of his figure crawling up to me, putting his chin on top of my arms resting on each other.

"Luna.." call her soft while kissing my cheek.

"Why are you so sensitive this morning? I'd like to take you shopping around Melbourne." His hand rubbed the side of my waist as he whispered his appeal.

Somewhat interested to be honest, but I'm trying to maintain my ego. Still upset with him who does not appreciate my hard work for several days here. I even cut off my contact with his sister.

"You're not tired of being cooped up here? Let's go for a walk, we'll be home soon, 3 days." Then don't give up on seducing me to open my voice immediately.

"3 days? Why so long?" I protest.

Spending time with Jimin in the penthouse is very different from spending time with him here. In the penthouse, I can rest and time when he leaves for work. If here really 24 hours with him, wrong position sit a little then I will end up not dressed, no matter day or night.

"Yes, I haven't been healing like this in a long time. It's okay to skip work for a week or so."

"You're healing, I did the training you did!" Ketusku while pushing his body that is leaning on my arm.

Jimin came back closer, pulled my hand and made me clenched in his arms,

"You're angry instead of creepy, even adorable, making me want to eat you."

I immediately turned my face away as Jimin opened his mouth and brought his face closer to me, pretending to want to eat me.

"Hmm, have I lost my privilege as a sick person?" He asked astonished when I was no longer resigned to accept his attack, dodging, not letting him build an atmosphere even.

He let out a tired sigh when he found my reaction was weak, not paying attention to it at all.

"Tell me what's pissing you off."

Though he should know what irritated me this morning, I obviously complained before him. But it's okay, I appreciate him asking questions and straightening out this shitty situation.

"I'm sad, you don't include me in any plan you make. It is sad that I was not invited to take part in educating Jisung" I replied gloomily.

"You're obviously the most important part of growing up, you're the place to complain." explained Jimin gently.

"I'm currently depriving her of her comfort zone. I want to see how she adapts to that, Hanji will make her tough."

I lowered my head, playing with my fingertips while pondering, should I pass on my jealousy to Hanji? My max is a trivial thing but it bothers me enough.

"You seem very confident with Hanji," that's how I'm fishing for a topic I want to discuss indirectly.

"Hmm, not as sure as I am of you. Far." His hands were still rubbing my cheeks and chin in turn.

"So now I'm competing with him? To defend your sincerity?" Rhetorics, women's sentences to turn the talk around.