Park Jimin My husband

Episodes. 68

I sighed, then took off the earphine in the ear. I closed the laptop and put it on the table, after which lay down for a few minutes allowing the phone to reply to a message from my aunt that I wanted to visit her home.

Come to think of it, I haven't been to my aunt and uncle's house in a long time either, I think I should go there. I want to find a new atmosphere. I had time to reply to this message, then lay down again, thinking of Nam's entire explanation.

So, is it really not Jimin's wish? Did Jimin have to do that? Does Jimin have any other reason for that? I kept thinking about it, even until I fell asleep.

Deep in the mimipi, I drowned immersed in the imaginary space and all forms of imagination were formed.

I hate the fact that there is always a chance that people have nightmares when they sleep under pressure or fear. Now, I dream where my body feels so sick, it feels dizzy and weak. I saw myself standing in a place like a prison, then saw my parents standing in front of me with pale faces and looking to reach me.

I even saw clearly that their clothes were the same clothes they used when going to go on the last plane they were on. I tried to reach their hands, but my feet felt attached to the ground.

"Keira!"

My mother screamed out loud as if to warn me of something on my back, that very second I turned around and a huge rock, out of nowhere, floated towards me.

There was no time to dodge, the stone pierced my body. In that instant, I immediately woke up in a sitting position. I adjusted my breath, then looked over, realizing that my sleeping position was neat, even the blanket on my body.

"Keira? You why?"

Jim's voice made me look to the right. I found her figure who was still wearing the office clothes was silent as she picked up the empty glasses and plates that were on my nightstand.

I don't know why, I saw Jimin. My chest is getting more and more crowded. My mood's suddenly fucked up. I don't know how I feel. My head was suddenly so dizzy and it felt like I wanted to cry a lot, but I held it back. Meanwhile, slowly my stomach felt tight and stiff, along with the intense nausea that hit.

Something forced it out through my stomach into my throat. I spontaneously covered my mouth with one hand, while the other held up the blanket. I immediately ran to the bathroom.

I spewed something so bitter from my stomach. I immediately turned on the tap and vomited the rest again. After I thought it was over, I hurriedly washed my mouth. I wanted to cry when I realized that Jimin was standing behind me and was holding my hair.

"Are you still like this a lot?" Jimin picked up a tissue, then rubbed my lip area deftly.

This treatment made me want to cry even more. So, I tried to keep her hands away.

"Go, I can handle it myself" I said as if whining.

"Ish, are you headed? Why are you crying when you see me?" It's only natural that Jimin was surprised because not only was he nauseous, I cried when I saw him. It's very legible.

I don't know the answer for sure. So, I just threw him out again.

"Go."

Go, jimin. Although I had to fight my urge to hold you, errat, maybe this is our son's wish.

"Ah, or maybe you want something? Does our son want to grab my hair again?" ask Jimin flirting. He even put on his fucking smile, then cupped my cheeks together.

"Why do you stay here?" I can't stand protesting anymore. I ended up crying because my feelings were really messed up.

On the one hand, I was very angry with Jimin. To that end, I kept a tight attitude and kept my distance. However, on the other hand, Jimin remained a very considerate figure as if he was not distracted by my attitude. He is very patient and mature. I hated the fact that he could still look calm and smile in front of me, even though he had a lot of things buried alone.

Actually, is he the one who berrngsek or is it just me who is too evil? Jimin rubbed my tears with his thumb, then slowly moved his eyes down. Jimin leaned over, then aligned his head in front of my stomach.

"Did he miss me?" jimin asked with a hand that began to touch my petut. I honestly felt like I was stung by a strange feeling when Jimin touched my stomach. Especially when he rubbed it gently with a smile. "Oh, I understand." He spoke to himself, then stood up again and without permission pulled my body into his arms. "Still dizzy?"

I shook my head slowly in her arms, still crying, somehow her scent was really something my body wanted. I hate this. I hate Jimin, but I can't run from him. Not for the moment.

Maybe, I should try to ease my emotions a little bit about him. Maybe, I should stop torturing myself because secretly I still think about Jimin every time I want to sleep.

For now I'll let myself settle down even if it's just me finding it in Jimin's arms. Letting Jimin rub my head that was getting sinking between the recesses of his body, inhaling the scent of my body as if it was the last oxygen on earth.

But I have to admit, Jimin always had his own aura to calm me down. His body that is always warm is able to flow comfort to my heart which is in rhythm with my heartbeat.

That's very stimulating.

Jimin tightened his embrace a bit as if it was very much a miss for this moment. Jimin kissed my head briefly, then lyrical whispers near my ears.

"I think I should hug you like this a lot."