Brave Things
The Part 9 Brothers

Almost 1 week has passed since that incident and not much has changed between me and Jimin. We like trying to forget our mistakes at that time based on emotions alone.

I always try to avoid things that might provoke the anger of Jimin, based on my activities when I first moved to China.

At that time, it felt like Jimin would not even dare to raise his tone to me. He always seemed to feel guilty and kept his words from offending me.

Like the first time I moved, I did not leave the house. Hanji's job is also just to come and accompany me to chat in the Penthouse, I also choose to send Hanji alone to go out and buy the things I need.

Jimin didn't ask me anything about my behavior, as if he felt it was the right attitude for me to follow,

But on the bright side, Jimin now spends more time with me at home. We do a lot of sweet activities together like planting crops on Sundays, watching horror series, cooking garden produce and more.

He also told me more about what he went through in terms of work, I who did not understand anything still tried to listen to the story and occasionally respond actively, he said, want to reduce the burden even though it is just a part of listening from home.

"You're still a long time?" Said Jimin, watching me standing washing dishes from across the kitchen counter.

We had just finished dinner, I had also served pieces of fruit on the front desk of the television. Jimin would usually watch the news after dinner, but somehow this afternoon he did not move and preferred to wait for me berberes at the dinner table.

"Lumayan." I looked towards him, though,

I didn't understand what was wrong with him when he snorted and headed straight for the room. I continued my activities in the kitchen, continued to arrange my new clothes iron and make cooking preparations for tomorrow morning.

Today was quite tiring because all day I spent to move some of my plants that have been large from the small pot. Hanji didn't want to help me because he thought the compost was dirty and he had helped bring it from the store to the balcony of this penthouse, according to him the role was quite large.

Can't blame him either, this is my hobby, Jimin also usually helps if not work.

But it felt really good to see the fruits of my own hard work moving such large plants and arranging them neatly, although tired but pleasant.

I want to brush my teeth and sleep.

Not finding Jimin in the living room made me think he was locked up in his study, but I was wrong.

He sat with his head leaning against his own arm, watching the tv set in our room with a frown.

Maybe there was a problem about his work, I was too tired to pretend to understand and ask what problems he went through so decided to pretend not to know.

"I want to talk to you about something."

I almost broke down and sat back down when I heard Jimin sound in a bad mood,

"What's wrong?" I kept my tone as soft as possible, not wanting to flush gasoline over the fire.

"Jisung will be transferred to school here" he hung up his sentence, guessing my reaction after he said that.

"Ah really? But there's no room here." Penthouse Jimin there are only 2 large rooms and 1 workspace. 1 room is our room and satulagi is the clothing delivery room.

"We'll give this penthouse to her. I own a house on the outskirts of town, but it took me a month or so to fix it up so it's worth reoccupying."

I just nodded, waiting to see if there was anything else Jimin wanted to say before my eyes closed because I was too sleepy.

"As long as my house is repaired...." Jimin held his breath and closed his eyes, completely holding back the emotion of wanting to continue the sentence, "He will stay with us."

Why does he look so upset? To my knowledge, he is the brother who loves his only sister. Is it possible because of the awkward vibes created between them that make Jimin uncomfortable? But I also still feel awkward with Jimin, especially considering the 'occurrence of that time'.

"Why so upset? Jisung is your sister and my sister. I'll take care of it properly, he won't bother you."

"I just don't think about why you sent that boy to a newly married couple's house!" Annoyed annoyed.

On the one hand I felt that it was funny and adorable, on the other hand there was an awkwardness that I caught from Jimin's sentence, I decided to hold back my response and continue listening to Jimin's complaint. I like him who is now very open to me.

"When he always mentioned 'wants grandchildren' to me, but he also sent the little boy here, how can I make a grandchild for them if Jisung is here!"

"Mother...ask for a grandchild?" I doubt between shock and sadness.

Jimin seemed to have just realized his own words and immediately looked at me worriedly, he grabbed my knee to hold when he explained again.

"My fuss, we haven't tried, of course we can't give him."

Somehow the discussion on this topic was a bit stifling for me, I hurriedly changed the topic and asked for something else.

"So when is Jisung here?" Askaqua.

Jimin looked at the clock on his phone and said, "he should be up until 10 am tomorrow." Relaxed words.

I glared in shock at her, "why so suddenly?! We haven't prepared the room!!"

As soon as I stood up and prepared to tidy up our residence, my sleepiness disappeared completely knowing we would be visited by guests. Not to mention that if Jisung came with his mother and father, I would be very embarrassed if I could not entertain them to the fullest.

"Luna..." Jimin grabbed my hand that wanted to move, making me fall back on our bed.

"It's just Jisung, we can even put it under the bridge." Jimin chuckled, flipping the atmosphere into him that calmed me down after I had just calmed him down.

Hearing her joke I got upset and hit her shoulder tight, but it was not that tight because she still enjoyed with her thin smile when she saw me frustrated.

"I've booked a hotel, it only took 1 day for the interior designer to assemble his room on our walk in closet and move our things temporarily to my work space."

I breathed a sigh of relief, a little grateful for the nature of Jimin who was always one step ahead when deciding something, nimble.

I had not had time to say again, I had felt how Jimin's hand stroked my neck, twirled his hand and then went up and down around my thigh.

"Instead of that..we better prioritize the wishes of the mother, hmm?" Jimin said, looking at me with strange eyes.

I don't know if Jimin was planning this situation or if it was just pure, but we were really trying to make my mother's wishes come true that night.

We, my max Jimin, tried so hard I thought I was gonna pass out again.

He also seemed to feel that I could be destroyed at any time if he did not control himself, so every time he checked my situation and asked 'are you okay?' Or 'can we continue?' in anticipation, don't want me to drop again.

I thought, Jimin used to treat me harshly and savagely when he was emotional, but in fact, we started out in a good mood and still Jimin did it rough and brutal, that's how it plays.