Park Jimin My husband

Episodes. 60

I woke up in the middle of the night, then glanced at the clock that pointed at three in the morning. I tried to go back to sleep, but it felt so hard. After coming home and berating Jimin for what he did today, I completely shut myself up in the room.

Surely upset, I really want to grab Jimin's hair. I'm serious, it's like a strange desire, which suddenly appears in me. Somehow, I woke up and thought about how Jimin's hair filled my fingers and I could pull it as hard as I could.

Oh God!

What the hell am I thinking? I shook my head and got up, and washed my face and lay down again, but my desire was getting worse. I wanted and hated myself for constantly imagining Jimin's hair.

Why do I want to touch her so much? Is this a pregnancy?

Ah, son. Don't torture your mother, your father is a jerk! Don't make your mother lose her pride to come to your father.

I actually said that in my heart while rubbing my stomach. I turned my body and tried to close my eyes again, but still couldn't sleep. I even crumpled the sheets and pulled them whenever I thought the shadow would pull Jimin's hair back around in my head.

There's no way I'm going out of the room and coming up to Jimin, then suddenly pulling his hair until I'm satisfied? I'm really frustrated. God fucking.

Until I finally ended up crying. I drowned my face in the pillow and shed my cries there. I hate Jimin, I hate what he's done to me. I hate everything but I hate myself the most who still thinks about Jimin to this day.

I kept crying hoping to get tired and finally fall asleep. Until finally, I heard the sound of the door opening and closing again.

Why is the door open? Did I forget to lock it?

I couldn't look back and show my tearful face. So I've been in my position trying really hard to stop crying, but this damn thing won't cooperate.

"What's going on? Are you all right?"

I don't know why I got goosebumps hearing Jimin's voice. It's a good opportunity, I can just pull her hair. So I turned around, but I was scared to see his face.

Jimin looked at me with worry. "You sick? You need anything? The nightmare? or me_"

"I'd really like to pull your hair."

YOU STUPID YULI KEIRA! YOU ARE THE MOST STUPID HUMAN BEING!

WHY ARE YOU SAYING IT SO HONESTLY, WITHOUT ANY PREFACE!

I cursed in my heart. Regretting my words. Especially when Jimin raised his eyebrows, began to be surprised by the intent of my words. However, I really couldn't stand it especially when I saw the hair fall apart. Even Jimin was about to sweep the front of his forehead back until his forehead was clearly visible.

"You want my hair?" jimin asked still not understanding.until finally in the fifth second, he suddenly smiled. "Ah, this must be to want our son."

"I hate you!" that's all I can say. I hate it because the guess is right.

Jimin chuckled and lowered his head, holding his hands between my two bodies. He brought his head closer to me.

Damnit.

Damnit.

Damnit.

"Argh." Jimin grimaced in pain and closed his eyes.

But I felt like I couldn't stop. I pulled him even harder, maybe it was also because it was mixed with my mistakes with him for what he had done. So, I lost control and no matter how red Jimin's face was right now from enduring the pain.

"Keira_____oh..." Jimin was begging a little. Then, opening her eyes slowly looked at me sadly. "Can you stay in Jeddah for a moment? I'm gonna inject myself with an anesthetic and you can just rinse me away." Jimin looked desperate.

Perhaps, he had not expected to pull his hair that strong until it seemed as if his scalp was about to come off. I then loosened my snare on Jimin's hair. Then, lower my hand. "Then just go there!"

I still feel unsatisfied. Jimin looked at me desperately. He held his head for a moment. "Don't be like that. All right, we're taking the middle ground. You can grab me, but when I shout out loud, you have to loosen it? How's it?"

I did not answer, rather I was confused about what we would answer. Jimin smiled faintly, demanding my hand again into his hair. "Come on, it's okay. I believe our son won't hurt his father." said Jimin softly.

In the end, this damn wish of mine was really counting on me. I started pulling Jimin's hair.

"Ah__oh...."Jimin makes a soft voice.

I stopped immediately.

"Why are you sighing?" my perotes to Jimin who finally looks to enjoy.

"Ah? no, it was grimacing, in pain but it was still bearable. Come on, do it again." Jimin brought his head closer to me.

"No, that's enough. I want to sleep."

Although I'm not enough. Jimin let out a disappointed sigh and forced my hand again to be pointed at his hair again. "Well, you can dance my hair as hard as you can. Even if I need to get my hair all out. I'm not okay serious."

"Huh?".

Jimin grinned. "You can pull my hair as hard as you can, as long as you can withstand this."

"Hold what?" many confused.

"Pull my hair first and try to stop me." she looked. So without wasting any time I pulled her hair as hard as I could.

Jimin held back his shout, after which I did not expect that his other hand actually managed to raise my nightgown up to the top to pass through the chest. I woke up knowing I wasn't wearing a bra.

Unavoidable, Jimin drowned himself in my chest. He gave a crazy touch through his mouth and tongue which was very insolent.

Sure enough I immediately screamed and got louder pulling her hair. "JIMIN DAMN_AAA!"

Unfortunately, my screams stopped nothing and became fuel for the fire that was lit tonight.

Jimin, what are you really?!