Brave Things
Part 7 Here We Go's

That morning I woke up and found myself lying alone in my room.

The situation of the mattress is still messy, but the surroundings are clean, clothes scattered no longer exist, the window is also open.

I'm pensively processing what happened to me last night, trying to move my cramped legs,

I have straddled for a long time and made my legs feel tense. It felt like my whole body was hurting, especially my femininity.

To sit alone is difficult, my head is heavy, probably because most are crying and screaming.

Before long the door then opened showing the figure of Jimin wearing a house shirt, his hair half dry and look fresh once, seemed to have run out of bath.

In contrast to me who looks clearly like a rape victim.

"Drink water first." Jimin sat down next to me, thrusting the water half forcefully straight into my lips.

I drank it forcedly, staring at his face cynically.

"Please call Hanji, I'll take a shower." I said, still very reluctant alone with Jimin.

"Promise doesn't come in." Jimin stood up, extending his hand to me.

"Come, I'll help you take a shower."

I shook off his hand, not understanding him if I needed time alone, after he treated him like a pet last night.

"Telfon Hanji." Tell me, but he doesn't budge.

"Give me my phone, let me call her." Infuriated by her unresponsive reaction when I told Hanji to call.

"He won't work for you anymore."

"What did you say?!" I'm getting hit hard, could Hanji also be in trouble because of me?

Jimin did not answer, but slipped his hands behind my innocent body, lifting me towards the bathroom.

I who was afraid of falling then reflexively wrapped my hands around his neck, not caring about the blanket that fell left on the mattress leaving my body plain without a thread.

He placed me in a bathtub filled with warm water and dipped his hand to check the temperature of the water.

"It's just the heat, right?" Ask me questions regardless of the questions I ask.

I still shut my mouth ignoring him, not knowing how he could be this relaxed after what he did yesterday.

Honestly, there were a lot of questions in my head, like why he didn't leave, then about what Jackson said, and then why Hanji didn't work for me.

It's not even 2 Weeks Hanji has become my personal assistant and he has lost his job.

"Go, I'll shower myself." I said to Jimin, who's still in and out, taking care of me in the shower.

"I help wash your hair, and then you go on your own."

She held the comb she had picked up on my dresser, trying to slowly comb my matted hair,

"Aw, whim!" I screamed as Jimin began to wet and wanted to give Shampoo to my hair.

"It hurts so much?" Jimin stopped moving, looking like he was thinking.

My hair was pulled over many times violently last night, maybe that was what worried him and tried to help me fix the hair.

"Did I just call a salon employee?" Ask thought.

I don't care how I want to be, obviously he who has made me like this, even assigning his responsibility to others. Gunduli only.

I was still watching him as he moved from his seat to my hair, perhaps to order a home salon treatment service.

I'm too scared of this atmosphere. I also had no place to tell stories or complain, as soon as a memory recording that reminded me of how I complained to my mother when fighting with my sister.

There's no mom, no Hanji, I can't find my phone anywhere. Rather than a house, it is more like a prison.

"I want to go back to Seoul." I said before he came out through the bathroom door.

I'm sure my voice was loud enough to be heard in Jimin's ears, but he didn't seem to hear my words.

Unknowingly my tears flowed again, the first time for today.

I was frustrated that I had no way out of my current situation, I wanted to go home and send a farewell letter to Jimin.

I'm not even strong just to imagine how I survived when facing Jimin raging like last night and venting his anger on me.

What scares me more is that he completely changes when morning comes, treating me like nothing, but taking away my phone and personal assistant, like a further punishment.

After taking a shower, a house dress was neatly spread out on the bed, it seemed like Jimin was preparing my clothes when he came out.

I hurriedly got dressed, my hair was neat I combed firmly using a tangled brush, falling out a lot.

The first time I saw Jimin cooking and it happened at such a sad time.

He seemed busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast, only to realize I was there when pulling the bench and creating a creaking sound.

"I tried cooking fried rice for you, learned from the internet, didn't know it tasted good or not." Said Jimin, arranging the fried rice he made into a dish and decorate it with vegetables and sauce.

I still silently looked at her behavior that was very different from usual. How happy I am that he acted this way when our relationship was as usual. From being a bitch turned into very attentive.

Like Jimin replaced my duties in the morning, he served food and drinks for me sitting at the table. After all that happened, he sat down and began to eat his food.

"I'm thinking of keeping a puppy here, how about we go to the petshop to finish eating later?"

My tears welled up, imagining it would be as fun as a puppy I could keep myself, as Jimin took me to the pet store if he hadn't turned into a monster before me yesterday.

Now that things were different, he was no longer the Jimin I knew, he took off his mask. Coupled with jackson's words ringing in my mind one by one.

With a hoarse voice, I replied

"I. I want to go home."

Jimin looked at me for a moment, just a few seconds and then continued to eat again while I stared at him with tears welling up in my eyes.

"Please, let me meet my mother."

I ventured to lean my body forward, trying to get his attention to eat his food, as if nothing had happened.

Think hard, how am I supposed to get back to Seoul, what am I supposed to promise Jimin that he'll let me out of here.

"Just for a second, I want to hug mom. You promised me you'd let me go home whenever I wanted to."

"Now can't." Jimin put his spoon to the table pretty hard, "Your mother's not in Seoul."

"What's max? Where's mommy?" I was half hysterical.

"There's a problem with your two sisters, they were involved in drug trafficking and fugitives not long after we got married. I'm moving them to Australi." Jimin looked at me relaxed but full of emotion, as if explaining that my family had troubled him enough, don't add me anyway.

It makes sense why you always sound confused when I've been on the phone for the past 2 months.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What can you do for them?!" Jimin's tone is up.

"They're my family!!"

I didn't expect us to yell at each other in front of the food, which I couldn't believe if I had imagined yesterday morning.

But it was at this point that we, straining each other's neck veins shouting for the win until one of us stood up, leaving this endless debate.

"GIVE ME MY CELL PHONE!" I screamed at Jimin who left me and his food was not finished.

Inget yes, this is just a fiction

Enchim irl ga that, enchim in the real world mereh bin jawak inget.

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