Brave Things
Part 28 Wish It was Dream

Finally my curiosity has been answered, even when I did not find out and did not want to know the truth.

There was a slight sense of regret as to why I had allowed myself to come to this realization so far.

If I could, I would choose not to know everything rather than let my heart break. Or, maybe my situation would be much better if it turned out that Jimin hurt Anna, or Jimin was not a good person. Maybe I'll be a lot more receptive to that kind of reality.

But the fact that Jimin loves Anna too much, and just makes me a medium of revenge, it feels sadistic.

Max, look at me, look at me,

I really loved him with my whole life. I even forgot when was the last time I hung my life this deep, until I met him.

Why yes?

Did I do anything wrong in my previous life until God punished me this badly?

I think I deserve a better destiny than this, but why would God give me endless suffering?

I, for the rest of my life, have never celebrated my birthday, only because I have parents who still think boys are superior to girls. My brother who was educated the wrong way, became a trash of society and a depraved criminal did not know himself.

I'm smart, but I've never had a single compliment from my parents. When I won the maths Olympics and was about to be sent abroad, my parents forbade me, arguing that I had to help out at home to take care of my brothers and sisters while they worked.

Life is never about me. Always about brother, sister and sister.

When I got married to Jimin, I still had to take care of him at the rehab center with my husband's money.

And now I find out that I married a man, who had a grudge against them, went so far as to drag me into all this.

I know it's not my position to say all this is excessive, when my sister's actions are cruel, even to the point of taking the life of the woman Jimin loves.

My max, his actions were a bit mistaken to include me in his revenge mission.

Why marry me? does she think my sisters would be scared that she tortured me during the wedding?

Does he think my parents would be afraid I would be hurt? while all this time I was kept at home just to be the caretaker of their boys?

Park Jimin's,

You hurt the wrong woman, though,

You should be aware of my sincerity, tell me about my sister's foul behavior, and I'll gladly shoot both of them in the head with my own hands, to keep your hands clean.

Tell me, which life do you want to take from this immoral family, and I'll believe your word, you know,

Why bother keeping it a secret, and spend your money just to let two moron kids enjoy a day in the hospital? when they were supposed to be huddled in the basement of your manor base, battered to death.

Park Jimin, I do feel guilty, but I also feel hurt.

I guess the mornings and nights we've been through mean something to you.

I didn't know you were a cold-blooded killer, letting me fall to my knees in front of you, and then you destroyed a family.

Park Jimin, my first love, the father of my fetus, my happiness,

If this is what you want, you will get it.

There's no reason for me to stay away from you anyway, when my only reason for surviving right now is to be with you.

Also I'm not sure I can run away from you smoothly without you knowing, I'm not as cool and great as you.

So, I'll just keep coming by your side, until you decide to end it all.

And when that day comes, I'll thank you for being allowed to be the one to ever fill your days.

The man in the all-black suit ran like a possessed man, opening the door of the little house he bought for his own in-laws during his stay here.

His heart beat quickly scanned the figure he was looking for, only to find the woman welcoming him with a smile, interrupted by his activities covering his mother's clothes that were mounted on a chair.

"Why run around like that? is the funeral over?" Luna asked as soft as velvet, her voice unchanged, showing no sign that anything had happened like what Jimin was worried about.

Luna looked confusedly at the sturdy figure that had been stuck at the entrance, now walking slowly towards her with a blank look.

"Why, Jim?" His tone was so worried, scanning Jimin's pale countenance with empathy. He had to get rid of some clothes beside him that he had not been able to tidy up, giving room for Jimin to sit.

Not a single word came out of her husband's lips,

He simply obeyed Luna who patted her left side, hinting to sit there. Instead of sitting down, she clutched Luna tightly, drowning her face in the recess of the neck of the woman who had always been faithful waiting for her to come home patiently.

"Anna will be sad to see you like this, Jim. Take his departure, will you?" Luna's hand patted Jimin's back slowly.

Unfortunately he was too drawn out, not realizing that Jimin shook his head, regretting that Luna did not understand the thing that made him anxious, was actually not that.

"You're here..."

"Of course, where am I?"

It was hard to believe how the smile never faded from his wife when they looked. The smile seemed to channel strength into Jimin's chaotic feelings.

Come to think of it, Jimin realized that he never deserved a smile this sincere, not after he started all this with different intentions.

Jimin feels so selfish about putting his wife in a dangerous position, even allowing the woman to become pregnant with her child.

It shouldn't have been necessary so far, it should have been consistent with the original plan.

"You've been to the hospital." There was a nervous tone in his sentence.

But it was immediately refuted when Luna looked at him confusedly, "Yes, I'll send you a message. I had a fight with my mother."

"Why?"

"Geunyang, mom asked for money and I don't have any. He said he wanted to take me to see the sisters but I refused, so he grabbed the new bag you bought me."

This was indeed not his position to breathe a sigh of relief, but still, a little made Jimin's anxiety subside.

"You haven't met your sister?"

Luna nodded, though,

"Are you mad because I lost the bag?"

It feels ridiculous to hear what Luna is worried about, compared to the real problems she faces. Jimin to no power to resist an insignificant cynical grin, he immediately replaced it with a fake smile nan sweet.

"Don't love, the color isn't suitable for your pale skin anyway. I'll buy you a new one later." His gaze was so pampering, a gaze that only he gave to Luna.

He was really unprepared, facing the brunt of his wife who suddenly hugged him back tightly.

The two fell on the small sofa, had worried about Luna's stomach, afraid of being squeezed, but his wife was ready to rest on her knees before dropping completely on Jimin's embrace.

Again, the guilty feeling came again after seeing Luna look so relieved, just because of a bag. When the woman should be worried about life rather than worrying about that useless bag.

Jimin's hand moved slowly, stroking the top of the head of the woman who had been with him for almost a year, though in silence, and in darkness.

Women who are willing to listen to his nonsense, willing to contain his seeds, even willing to spend days in his confinement.

Luna won't get away that easily.