Brave Things
Part 19 Comeback's

Today is the day Jisung returns to our penthouse.

Since I visited him 2 weeks ago with Jimin, there was no sign that he was tormented or neglected by Hanji.

He looks healthy, clean, and eats well.

And it should have made me not have to worry about my meeting with him this afternoon.

Jimin also forbade me to prepare anything, and told me to do activities as usual.

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"You're doing too much outdoor activities." Exclaimed Jimin, still struggling with his breakfast that now never absent he ate.

I did have time to complain of headaches and a little unwell, the peak when I woke up this morning. I even fell down while trying to get out of bed.

"I've never been out of the house, Jim..."

"Yes, but you bask in the balcony every day to take care of your plants."

He let out a huff, stretching a tie that might feel suffocating all of a sudden.

"How do you want to restart your education if you're this reckless? Can't take care of your own health." The next is getting more violent.

Maybe he was also upset because I refused to bring a doctor here, thinking it was too much for me who only had a little fever

"I don't need to go back to college if it can really bother you." I was still trying to maintain my gentle intonation, not wanting to provoke his anger. Even though I actually have absolutely no fault means to be judged this harshly.

"And you'll feel constrained, then blame me when you get the chance!" Rough reading.

My heart is throbbing pain.

I know the day will come, the day our honeymoon-phase has ended.

Jimin and I have been going through day after day in deep intimate situations, difficult to express yet he managed to make me feel so loved.

Merely, I did not expect that this small pain of mine could make him end the moment instantly. Such as excessive worry that is evaporated in the form of anger.

"I wouldn't be like that. If you don't want me to go back to college, then I won't go to college." I said slowly, looking down at him who was looking at me sharply.

I didn't hear any more objections from him, so I assumed that he really didn't agree with the idea he proposed himself when we were just married.

Actually I understand Jimin's anxiety, my progress in mandarin is mandated. It is very difficult for me to even just hang out without mastering the language used here.

Another reason is, he who is still traumatized leaves his woman unattended.

That topic is so taboo that I might not call it. I don't want to make Jimin as grim as he was when he explained those bad memories in Australi, not for the second time.

Maybe I have also been influenced by the nature of the adult Jimin, so over time I also tried to be a mature and understanding figure for him.

It's heavy, but at least that's what I can give her, just to repay her services to my messy family. All I can do is obey him and meet his needs.

After Jimin left the office, I did not do much activity. Just lying down, sitting pensive, and occasionally moving the shows I watch on netflix. Really not passionate about doing anything.

Though last night I intended to ask permission to be allowed to supermarket again, but the atmosphere this morning did not allow me to voice the request.

Actually I could have taken headache medicine or the usual fever medicine that was here, but I didn't because I was worried about something.

Therefore I intend to go to the supermarket and stop by the pharmacy, I want to buy a pregnancy test kit, as well as some drugs that I can take in case the test results are still negative.

I had to postpone the plan, at least until Jimin's mood improved.

I just felt uncomfortable, doing nothing actually made me feel even more sick. Then decided to do some light housework to shift my anxiety.

The first thing I did was clean up the main room.

Activities that I never miss again clean-up session. I change the mattress pad and the bedcover protector every day not without reason,

Me and Jimin are still very active in bed activities. Active in a sense, never just once in a night, always doing it many times.

So I felt that I had to change the bed sheet every day because of our activities that sweat on it, not to mention my fluids and Jimin--

Just thinking about it makes me shudder in horror. How I am able to serve him every day is still a mystery to me. Maybe get carried away or. ah.

Just thinking about it makes my stomach acid go up.

My headache also became more and more when I tried to bring the dirty cloth from the bed to the washing place. This time it hurt more than before, my stomach was also nauseous as if it wanted to spit out something.

I threw away the cloths I was carrying and chose to hold on to the wall.

I think I really lost my strength.

Slowly my body began to slump, sit down and lay down. Not able to get up even just to reach the home phone located not far from me.

It's still day, impossible to lie here waiting for Jimin's return without doing anything. I tried to crawl up the carpet, at least I wasn't lying on the cold floor I thought, but still couldn't.

My head was buzzing and my stomach was getting nauseous as I tried to lift up my body, but my vision was getting blurred and ended up putting myself to relax, lying on the floor.

Maybe I was unconscious, you could say fainted.

But I was sure that I was fully aware when I saw Jisung standing looking at me who was still lying on the floor. His hair was shaved bald, there was a sling bag on his shoulder and his vision was hard to quantify.

I blinked many times, trying to make sure that this wasn't my hallucination. I feel a little grateful because I really need help.

"Jisung.." I remember hesitating, calling him who stood unmoved looking at me.

There was no answer from him, I saw him flashing at me without any intention of responding to my call.

"Please help me."

But he turned around, walked away from me, still bemoaning for his help.

I didn't have time to think about anything, because it turned out that after the incident I was unconscious again.

Even after that my head still feels heavy, it is also still difficult for me to open both eyelids like being hit by a large object. I faintly smell the typical antiseptic smell I used to smell in the hospital.

"...Luna, Lun!"

I recognize this voice, the voice of the same person who scolded me just because I wasn't feeling well this morning.

"What are you guys doing?! Quickly get the doctor!" She cried out in anger, not realizing that I had slowly managed to open my eyelids.

I tried to grab her finger, frowning to tell her I was conscious and she no longer needed to worry.