Brave Things
The Part 20 Comeback

"Oh my god, thank goodness. Falling down, I'm really grateful, Luna..." Jimin raved indistinctly about his gratitude after seeing me sober.

My hand moved, trying to make it support so I could get up even though I did not have the energy as usual. Jimin gruntly held me back, though,

"No, don't wake up Lun. Your blood is very low." He said, at a glance pointing at some infusion bags hanging on the side of the bed.

"W-what happened?" Tanyaku.

"You fainted, your blood pressure is very low. Also you're exhausted.." he looked at me hesitantly. Examining the look on my face.

"I don't know if I knew I wouldn't let your mom stay up every night and work hard. Forgive me, father." Continue raving while rubbing my stomach slowly.

My breath was choked, my,

"really?"

Jimin nodded in response to my enthusiasm while still lying weakly, "Still very young, we still have to be careful."

I still couldn't believe the truth of the hunch that I had been feeling since this morning, just watching how the doctor examined my situation and explained everything in detail to Jimin.

For some reason, he looked very serious listening word by word delivered by the doctor who examined my condition.

In contrast to the panic I suddenly felt.

What a mixed feeling I have now, I am finally pregnant with Jimin's son!

But is the time right? Remember Jimin who always seems busy these days. Fear of my womb even makes our relationship worse, or worse trouble Jimin.

After the doctor's departure, Jimin pulled a bench and sat himself by my side. Grasping my hand and rubbing the corner of my face gently,

My feelings are so agitated. Thousands if only negativity had sprung up in my mind about this content. Trying to gather courage to be able to ask a short question to Jimin who seems to still enjoy our silence.

"Is it okay if I get pregnant like this?"

He groaned in wonder, "What's your max?"

"No. I'm just afraid my condition will trouble you as time goes on."

I know, my question sounded like it cornered her, even though we both knew it wasn't my max.

Jimin then rubbed his face rough, a tired look clearly imprinted on his face that looked disfigured. "You're whining,"

"You managed to give me a wonderful gift and you're worried that your pregnancy will trouble me?" He asked in wonder, as if he still could not believe the statement I just made to him.

"I'm..."

"Huh, I'm sorry, unknowingly I've often made you feel unappreciated, even troublesome." Cut it quickly, not letting me continue the sentence to answer his sarcastic question.

My feelings warmed up, I finally managed to re-discover Jimin's gentle and caring figure. Enjoying how to rub his thumb on the back of my hand which he still held tightly.

Not long ago, because I suddenly remembered the figure of Jisung who was present before me during the collapse earlier, I did not find it here?

"By the way, how did you find me?" I asked Jimin.

"Well, you can't be reached. I decided to go home early and find you lying in the middle of the house."

My breath choked, "What about Jisung?"

"Jisungs? He didn't come home today. Suddenly want to stay at his friend's house."

How could? I clearly saw him go home and enter the penthouse this afternoon. It can't be just a dream because I remember how I smelled the perfume, the thing I couldn't feel if it was just a dream.

"What time did he tell you he was going to stay at a friend's house?"

"Hmm, about 2:30. Why?"

Huh, the clock makes sense. He came to the penthouse and then came out and decided he didn't want to go in again. Butwhy?

Why won't he help me?

"Can you check the cctv today?"

Jimin began to suspect my request, "What's wrong?" Sharp investigation.

I shook my head slowly, "I had a dream to see Jisung enter the house."

And I'm gonna sound stupid for wanting to check my dreams out on a cctv tape in Jimin's penthouse.

He furrowed his brows doubtfully, perhaps wanting to scatter my absurd delusion but trying to hold it in.

"Can, but not now." He answered casually, he began to climb up onto my nursing bed, joining it carefully so as not to mess up the hose that was stuck on my wrist.

"I want to hug you." His whisper in front of my face.

He had managed to climb, instead looking for his comfortable position to hold me on this narrow bed.

"You're a mess." I raised my hand that was not impaled by an infusion needle, rubbed his forehead that was stuck in a few strands of hair, probably out of order while he was sweating.

"Did I not look handsome anymore?"

Hearing this, Jimin smiled. Then enthusiastically pulled my face and*******my lips intensely.

Forcing me to give a gap to his tongue that was pressing in, although his movements seemed wild he still did it gently and gradually.

My hair stood up as Jimin's hands began to rub my neck slowly, running down my back, straight up to the waist.

"Ehmmhh.." I sighed ambiguously, trying to escape from her deadly kiss.

I could see how he was as breathless as I was, trying to control something that was starting to rise in our young blood.

"We still have to be careful." I said, repeating the words he had said to me earlier.

With a heavy breath, Jimin gulped down his saliva, "You're right, I have to hold back."

Jimin used to do that to me whenever he wanted to, maybe now he feels a bit of shock when he has to dampen his appetite because there is a small creature in my stomach that we have to take care of.

I understand, as a wife and partner making love, I know how the activity is so opium to do. I don't deny it.

Even it still feels strange how I now have a reason to dodge Jimin's attack. An absolute reason, inviolable.

I looked at him once more, it was clear how Jimin was trying to dodge and chose not to look at me. He actually carried my face hiding in the recess of his neck, holding me tightly while staring at the ceiling of the room.

"I went too far." Said slowly.

I did not heed because I was still enjoying the warmth of Jimin's body on my body, feeling his presence that was very soothing as well as disturbing my hormones.

"You have to be a strong woman, you have to be able to protect yourself, especially protect yourself from me." Tutored firmly.

"Hmm?" I muttered curiously, really still can not be spoken to seriously, still carried away by lust.

After a while, then our breath began to be regular, up and down modestly even though the bodies are still attached to each other.

Even silence and silence are pleasant when I go with him.

I still linger in his arms. I let him do whatever he can with me who is still locked in his arms.

But warm body gradually felt stuffy, making me decide to change my position to lie like it.

I found Jimin struggling to wrap his email without the slightest difficulty even though one of his arms I made a pillow for my head, even he still holds me tightly while packing the messages he receives on the phone without the slightest burden.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, letting me witness him still very busy with his phone.

"Whose email?"

"My business partner, Jackson's stepmother."

"Name Meredith?"

He stopped typing for a moment, turning his eyes to me. "You know him?"

"Is he Bule? Pretty young despite being 30 years old?"

"Yes" he was surprised.

"Is he married to an old man?"

"Yes, Jackson's father. How do you know?"

Oh no, I knew I'd mess with Jimin's feelings once again if I got back into a relationship with his co-worker.

Jimin doesn't like that much.

I also couldn't possibly lie and admit that he was my acquaintance before meeting Jimin. My company is too low-class to meet such a fancy woman. He even went accompanied by guards with super burly bodies.

"Luna, let's say. I won't be angry..."

He'll be mad.

I know he's lying, I know he's getting uncomfortable when I get so far into the world of work.

I condemn my encounter with Meredith that put me in this difficult position. I should have been shopping a few hours earlier that day, so I never met him.

Why should I forget, that my position as Jimin's wife does make me unable to carelessly hang out with others!

Maybe because I was too nervous to face Jimin's question, I felt that my stomach was again uncomfortable. Like acid reflux again, wanting to vomit again.

I covered my mouth with my hands as I felt the turmoil coming again, making my esophagus feel sore instantly.

"Eh." I endured my hard-earned nausea.

Jimin looked at me worriedly, looking at the change in my face that might have turned deathly pale when he asked a simple question.

"I'll get the doctor." He rushed down and pressed a button next to our mattress, speaking to the small microphones provided by the hospital.

On the positive side, I seem to have a reason to avoid anger Jimin in the next 9 months.

Ready to send clown frojen to birthday boy Pak Jimin and mother Luna🥰