Brave Things
The Part 24 Death

The situation is very awkward.

I've never felt this awkward before with this boy. But since he decided not to stay with me and Jimin 3 months ago, our bond has been different.

Maybe the factor I was also impressed to keep my distance, still trying to understand the meaning behind Jisung's behavior a few months ago.

Jimin is also still very secretive behind Jisung's behavior, until the stage I checked his phone, but found nothing.

He said everything was just a misunderstanding and made Jisung come back here.

Jisung according to, had lived here for several days, considering that Jimin had to commute to Beijing-Australie due to Anna's deteriorating condition. Jimin sent Jisung to stay the night and accompany me.

And about Anna, I'm not jealous at all. She's a poor woman, the hospital even sent a cctv recording of how Anna ran and jumped lightning-fast towards the balcony.

Though at that time there were 4 officers who held it, Anna was like determined to die to the point that her caregiver was overwhelmed.

I support my husband being responsible to him.

Even tonight I earnestly pack Jimin clothes, use a tote bag only because he was only there for about 2 days, there he will also meet my mother and take care of the needs of my two sisters who are one week away.

Somehow Jimin arranged his busy schedule with no more than 48 hours there.

I rubbed my stomach slowly, waiting for the hot water in this electric kettle to boil. I don't feel like my stomach is getting bigger. Being carried to a long stand is also easily tired, that's why I didn't join Jimin back and forth Australi.

Jimin says he's likely to stay up again tonight, correcting some reports. On my own initiative I prepared his favorite coffee. Manually brewed and filtered without a coffee machine. It's a little hard, but my husband likes it.

I also prepare fruit so that he does not consume biscuits as his coffee friends, his cholesterol must be awake.

"Jisung's asleep?" Ask Jimin who suddenly approached me in the kitchen breaking the silence.

"It looks like it's already."

The boy entered the room after 10 p.m., rarely went out again. I know because indeed since this pregnancy I often explore the kitchen midnight, just looking for snacks. Jisung never showed himself even though I was in the family room for hours at midnight.

"I was just about to make coffee." Jimin's whisper in my ear, his hands flexibly linked around my waist, hugging my distended belly gently.

"I made it."

"You are the best wife."

Not spared also my neck has become a soft meal full of lips Jimin. Fucked and occasionally sucked strong. Passed through my chain of necklaces that he pinned himself a few months ago.

I don't know why, but Jimin has been making kiss marks on my neck and chest lately. Sometimes it overwhelmed me, because I had to endure the embarrassment when Jisung glanced at my neck with a sour face. As if he was tired of what he saw.

"Jim, there will be more and more." My words were soft when Jimin didn't stop making my reddish marks even clearer.

He didn't budge, which had instead moved to my right neck. Creating new irregular patterns.

It's also nice if he lets me cover it, this I can't cover his scar at all.

It must be left visible, even yesterday Jimin madly cut my hair short with his own hands, so that the scars are increasingly unable to cover. Also, concealer is not allowed.

The only step was to try to use the turtle-neck when Jimin worked and Jisung returned home from school. Even though I became angry, and had to lock myself in a room that I deliberately cooled his ac.

I commemorated Jimin when I poured boiling hot water into his coffee filter paper. Afraid of being out of balance because Jimin's hands had cupped my chest, squeezed in turns.

"You can do it, slow down." Jimin said, who encouraged me in the process of making coffee, instead of helping to mess up my concentration, even though I finally managed to finish it and marginalize all dangerous goods.

"Aaww, sick!" I was suffocating slowly to feel sudden pain, Jimin squeezed my breasts too tight, even though it felt like it was tightening in the last few days. It hurts to be played too much.

Jimin is a guy who loves skinship.

We were both silent for a long time with Jimin hugging me from behind, putting his chin on my shoulder while watching Jimin's coffee filter work.

"Do you think Anna's gonna be okay?" Ask doubtfully.

I knew Jimin was so overwhelmed by this, he would blame himself so badly if something happened to the girl.

"I think God will give you the best way, and it has nothing to do with you." I tried to be honest, but tried to say it indirectly.

I thought Anna couldn't hold on much longer, holding her there only made her more diligent in torturing herself, even when the nurse was a little off-guard she managed to create many new wounds.

The dosage of the medicine also kept on increasing, Anna just slept, and woke up to kill herself.

"You're right, I shouldn't feel God is unfair." I smiled softly at her words.

"God has even sent you as my reinforcement facing Anna's condition, I'm a lucky bastard." The next chuckle is bland.

I felt a deep pain hearing it, even though Jimin uttered in a joking tone.

I let go of his hand and I turned to face him.

Her lips immediately picked up my lips, I immediately kept them away because I wanted to see the look on her face. Although it did not work because Jimin even landed his light kisses all over my face.

"You're so pretty" said Jimin in his kiss. "I'll keep it 10x tighter. What happened to Anna won't happen to you..."

Yes, this is the form of unresolved trauma that befell Jimin, which unfortunately had a direct impact on me.

I became like a dog in a cage. Just leaving the house when I went to the obstetrician with him, the rest I spent at home to take care of Jimin's needs.

There's no way I'm not fed up with this situation, but I keep trying to instill the thought that what Jimin did was just a form of attention, he was just afraid of having experienced unpleasant events in the past.

"You okay? You look pale." Jimin looked at my face carefully.

"Maybe because I don't wear makeup?"

She kissed me again, "I never realized you were ornate or not." The waves made me roll my eyes.

My hair bristled when Jimin began to launch his action deeper. Her hands started to get into my nightgown, stroking my stomach from the inside without getting blocked by the cloth.

"Nngghh, Jim, the coffee will be cold..."

I know he doesn't care about his coffee anymore, it looks like I'm the one who ate before he worked.

"Aahhh, Jim," I groaned, unable to hold all my sensitive points touched by Jimin.

I glanced towards the door of Jisung's room which was slightly blocked by the kitchen wall, just in case the child woke up tonight and decided to leave the room.

As much as possible I did not mention his name in the middle of my neighbor with Jimin this time, considering the last time I did that, Jimin really did not accept. I was overwhelmed because I was finished many times.

"Lun, I don't have much time." The firmness of which then immediately turned my body and pulled down my panties to the thigh, not forgetting he was a little pulled down his pants.

"J-jim, I-I didn't get caught." It was already a no-brainer when Jimin swiped his manhood up and down on the surface***** me from behind,

It felt so hard to do this without kissing her lips, our position doing it from behind made it difficult for me to grab a kiss from Jimin, let alone she kept pushing my body so I wouldn't move much.