Park Jimin My husband

Episodes. 61

I have spent over thirty minutes soaking in the bathroom and scrubbing my entire body many times. Whatever I do to get rid of all the marks of Jimin's fucking touch, whether it's visible or not.

When I woke up for the day, I wanted to scream because I saw Jimin sleeping next to me. He was even covered with a blanket up to the chest to make me realize the condition of my body is not much different.

God fucking.

At that very second I immediately rushed over to clean my body. I really feel ashamed of myself, I also hate my body which is always weak at the touch of the jerk.

Now, I sit on the carpet in the living room leaning my head against the sofa seat. It felt very weak and my chest felt a little sore, twitching and a little sore.

Did Jimin really take revenge on me because I made a lot of hair fall out? I don't know. Right now I just don't intend to do anything.

"Madam, you didn't spend the milk?" I just glanced at the seungbi Ahjumma who might have accidentally passed by and noticed the table glass near me, the milk was indeed only reduced a little. Not half a glass.

"I'll have another drink" I said limply.

"What's up, Madam? Are you sick?" ask again. He approached me, examining the look on my face.

"I'm fine," I said as I drew a faint smile.

Sometimes I feel sorry for Seungbi Ahjumma who got the job from Jimin to set me up. I don't know what kind of threat Jimin made until everyone in this house seemed to be watching me.

"You sure?" He's making.

I nodded while slightly widening my smile. "It's okay, I just want to be alone. Don't worry, I'll finish my milk."

It brought a little relief for him. "Alright, Mistress. I went to the back garden to water the plants. If Madam needs anything, can call me right away."

I just nodded slowly, still with my head leaning against the sofa stand. Seungbi Ahjumman had just left and I thought I could run my daydreams and devotions. However, after five minutes, I heard footsteps approaching that made me turn my head. I could tell the figure from the scent of his body after taking a shower. The sound of her slippers was also clear.

"Why are you here?" asked Jimin who stood up while rubbing his wet hair with a towel hanging around his neck.

Oh, this jerk is awake.

"Where should I be?!"

"In my arms, where else?" Jimin said so calmly. Or, he's pretending to be stupid. "Why did you wake up first? I should have woken you up."

I was surprised by the question. Even as Jimin approached me, I reflexively spoke. "Don't come any closer!"

Jimin stared as he looked at me. Not surprised, but because he was staring at both hands that somehow since when to join cross closed the chest.

Jimin then frowned. "Am I too rude until you're that sick?"

I threw away my face. What the fuck, he's always frontal. "Go, I want to be alone."

Open Jimin's name if it goes away easily. He sighed, then sat on the floor. He also went to the roof. I'd love to get out of here, but it feels too lazy to walk or maybe too limp. So, I just sighed hoping that when I finished babbling, Jimin would go alone.

"Keira-ya." call Jimin.

I still didn't look, still staring at the ceiling. "You think you're the only one who's sick? When the shampooing was a lot of strands of my hair were dragged to the floor." Jimin took another breath while rubbing his head and massaging his own scalp. "And on the pillow I found also my hair splattered. So, I think we're even."

I still have no intention of answering Jimin at all. Jimin also still did not move an inch from his place, even though I tried to ignore as much as I could.

"Today I'm off" said Jimin again.

I'm staying quiet.

"Let's go both," Jimin asked.

I was shocked before, but tried to hide it. If not in a state of quarrel, I might be very happy and even dress up as best as possible for the invitation that this step.

However, now? In fact, to imagine being with her all day, I'm sick of it.

"I don't want to get involved with your fucking game and mission. So, just go by yourself." I finally made a sound.

Jimin has been quiet for a long time. Maybe my allusion to him was really on target. We both fell silent, there was only the sound of each other breathing. I don't know what Jimin is thinking and vice versa.

We can only try to guess each other's head. I feel this moment of silence is just annoying.

"Keira, sorry, but__"

"You don't have to talk anymore. Every sound of yours can even hurt my heart. So, can you go?"

I closed my eyes right after a very painful sentence. But my common sense asks. Is Jimin really going to feel pain? Or will he just feel guilty? Or, maybe he could just pretend to be sick? Right now, there's nothing I can trust about Park Jimin. There aren't. And maybe forever there will never be again.

I kept my mouth shut, holding back the tightness that was in my chest. Until finally, Jimin gave up because I felt the figure slowly standing up leaving me alone. Either because he's too hurt for my words or he's running out of ammo to subdue me.

Oh my God, this hurts so much.When can I live a quiet life?