Part 21

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Jumin spends the next week at home with me. He goes into his home office every now and then to take care of some work. I have spent the last week mostly sleeping. The doctor told me that this would be normal. Next week I'll have to get back to work too. I have to plan the next RFA party. Jumin has been very supportive, loving, and caring.

The next week I tell him that he should go into the office. We argue a little bit about it, but I know he needs to get back into his business. C&R needs him back. He finally agrees to go in part time.

The week after that, I decide that its time for to get more involved in the party and he freaks out. We get into our biggest argument yet. It's so bad that we aren't even speaking to each other.

After 2 days of not speaking I can't take it any more. When he gets home I'm sitting at the breakfast bar waiting for him. He looks at me and comes and sits across from me.

Jumin, can we please talk about this I ask him. MC he sighs, I don't want to argue with you again he tells me. Neither do I I tell him. Okay I know your point and you know mine. You want to do something instead of sitting at home all the time. I don't want you to stress your self out so soon after what happened he tells me. I look at him.

He gets up from the stool and goes over to his brief case. He comes back with a box I didn't notice before. He sits back down and hands it to me. Here will this work he asks me. I open the box and pull out a laptop. Can you stay here and use this to do your work on he calmly asks me.

I look from the computer in my hands to him. I set the computer down and walk over to him. He looks at me and my heart melts. I quickly wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest.  He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.

I'm sorry MC. I don't want to fight with you any more. I love you so much. This is killing me he tells me. I hug him tighter. I don't want to fight any more either. This distance is killing me too. I love you so much I sob into him. He picks me up and carries me to the couch where we sit holding each other.

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