FAURA's POV:
My vomiting shit continued but I rejected their offers on going to the hospital to have some check up.
I'm pretty sure that I was just too tired and plain shit.
Jimin's mom invited us over for dinner, so here I am right now, having a little chitchat with his mother
"myeoneuli, be kind to Jimin's appa please"
I smiled "what's his job again, aunt?"
She held my hand "he serves the army before. Please do your best, hmm?" She asked
I just nodded. Im feeling nauseous again; but this is not the time to vomit. God, i'd rather die than vomit in front of his father.
Loud honks startled me, it sounded like a military car for bombing. Aunt went out to welcome her husband
"Jimin-ah" i softly called.
He walked out with his hands on his pocket "yah, why are you so calm?"
He looked at me intensely stopping his god damn heavenly sounded laugh "babe, he's my father, and your soon to be father" he replied and hugged me
I blushed
"Yah, jimin-ah, let go" i swear, if we were at home, I'd shout on his ears really loud
"Saranghae faura-sshi...." he whispered
I blushed again, fuck this. "Nado." I replied and hugged him tighter.
"Ehem.." a manly voice made me jump, I let go on the hug and so as Jimin.
"Appa!" He happily welcomed his father
What should I do? Bow? Go near him? Bullshit.
"Annyeonghaseyo" i greeted him and bowed my head as low as I can.
"Annyeonghaseyo" he bluntly replied, not even bowing. He handed his jacket on aunt
"To the dining area" he announced like a team leader and cleared his throat again.
Did I fuck up?
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Okay, so tangina mo, to the person who hacked my account and deleted my upcoming stories.
Fyi bitch, giving up isn't part if my vocab. Luckily, I'm a good bitch who has some good ass memory.
I just rewrote all my shits.
Sorry bae ♡
Anyway, to the bitch....
My co author was really mad, you dumb ass, she's on hiatus right now bc I told her to chill from all these work and this problem
BINABASA MO ANG
House of cards ➣ pjm°
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