He said he would only kiss her for a while, but once they began, it was almost impossible to stop.
Roseanne pushed against him as a symbol of protest. She never had the strength to force him away. Now that her hands were wrapped like dumplings, it was completely impossible to muster up any strength.
Their lips and tongue met intimately. Roseanne closed her eyes as the man's arm tugged upwards under her arm, almost bringing her out of the water.
Roseanne remembered the injuries on his back and realized that it wasn't good for him to apply force with his arm right now. She subconsciously tried to shift away, moving her reddened, shiny lips to say, "Don't, you're injured."
Even though the long and intimate kiss was paused before things got out of hand, Roseanne face was still burning red. Amidst the mist, she appeared even more sweet and charming.
Park Jimin pressed a kiss on her lips, before scattering kisses across her face. Finally, he shifted to her ears, speaking softly with his distinct, heavy and low voice: "When you suddenly knelt down in front of me that day, do you know what went through my mind?"
"...what?"
"I wanted to fly back to South Korea immediately. I would rather have you beg me for forgiveness on your back on the bed than to ever see you kneeling in such a manner before me." Park Jimin suddenly bit onto Roseanne's snow-white earlobe. As the pain caused her to shrink back, she heard the man say hoarsely, "Even though you already knew I was enduring with all my might, you still dare to kneel down. You were doing it on purpose?"
Roseanne shrunk back in the water. She sensed the man's suppressing presence and felt as though her entire body was squeezed back against this tiny little wood bucket.
"It's because I knew that you hadn't eaten in days and was worried that your body wouldn't be able to take it. I was too flustered. And with those people staring at me, if I didn't act helpless, I might accidentally receive a bullet straight to my head. I needed to keep my life so that the two of us could return back to being in each other's pockets. I refused to die." The more Roseanne spoke, the softer her voice became. In the end, it turned into a soft murmur.
He stared at her, silently holding the back of her head, touching her black hair.
Roseanne's heart was flustered from being stared by him. "Hubby..."
"Yes?"
She pursed her lips, her tone stained with lingering fear. "They said that you've never interfered with the underworld before. So, after this thing concludes, can we head straight back to Korea? Or, should we take a trip to America with Kim Taehyung and the rest first?"
The man stared at her little face, a hint of a smile on the edge of his lips. He touched her damp hair. "Already missing Korea?"
"There's no place like home. I'll probably need some time to process and forget everything that happened in the past few days. If I keep being so anxious, I'm worried that the baby won't be able to take it." As she spoke, she shifted her hand in the water to gently cup her abdomen.
His gaze was tender as he watched her movements under the water. His lips curved in a smile. "All right, after this incident concludes, we'll head straight back to Korea."
"Ok, I'll wash up for a little while longer. There's no need to help me anymore. I'll just soak for a while, and I'll help you to shower later."
Park Jimin made an 'en' sound and brought the clean white dress over from the bed, placing it by the side.
After washing up, she stood up from the bucket. Perhaps because it had been a period of time since they were last intimate, or because they had just experienced a life-or-death situation, she felt that letting this familiar, yet slightly unfamiliar man helped her shower was somewhat, embarrassing...
As he was about to help her put the dress on, Roseanne glanced at him awkwardly. "Can't you close your eyes?"
Park Jimin glanced at her cheeks; it was unclear if they had turned red from the hot water or her embarrassment. "No."
"..."
Very good, he had just returned, and he was already exercising his right as her husband.
After remaining in a deadlock for several seconds, Roseanne gave in and raised her arms cooperatively.
To dispel some of the embarrassment of standing naked before him, she cleared her throat. "Do you think I've gained some weight?"
Park Jimin was helping her with the ribbon around her waist. His long fingers shifted against the thin fabric as he spoke mildly, "After the past few days, you've clearly become thinner. How could you possibly gain any weight?"
"But I'm pregnant, ah. Everyone becomes fat from pregnancy."
The man tightened the ribbon and pushed her hair back, causing it to flow down her back. This place did not have any hair dryers available. They could only wait for it to air-dry naturally. At the same time, because she had spoken seriously, he paused to scan her from head to toe. Finally, he gave the following evaluation. "You've at least lost two kilograms."
"..."
She said that she was fat, yet he insisted on saying she was thin!
"Also, who says that you'll definitely gain weight during pregnancy? How long has it been? It'll at least take another two months before your belly starts showing. Your figure won't change much."
"How did you know that? Have you read any books related to pregnancy?"
"..." Park Jimin glanced at the little woman who had abruptly leaned close to his embrace. She smelled fragrant now that she had washed up, and her cheeks were still slightly rosy.
His Adam's apple shifted as he watched her. Through the room light, he was able to see her eyelashes clearly, as well as the warm and distinct outline of her cheek.
"Two months ago, whenever Auntie Shin was free, she would always nag about these things around me. She kept asking me to check for signs of pregnancy around you. She was worried that there was no one caring for you in Uk and would constantly nag at me whenever I returned to the mansion." The man's voice was slightly hoarse.
"Ha, Grandfather and Auntie Shin can basically make up a Childbirth Expedition Team. One can be the leader and the other the vice-leader..."
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Right before her eyes, the gloomy and cold Boss Park, dressed in a bloodstained black T-shirt, transformed into the clean President Park dressed in a white shirt. Roseanne sat on the bed watching as the man shaved, becoming slightly dazed.
Matured men would always grow a little stubble if they didn't shave every day. Park Jimin always appeared clean and had a good image. His temperament was outstanding, and wherever he stood, he was always a sight to behold. The sight of him appearing slovenly for the past few days gave her a different feeling. It wasn't unsightly. Instead, it moved the small, hidden idolization and excitement every woman had in their hearts. It caused him to appear even more attractive and handsome.
She quickly returned to herself. Earlier, when she helped him to wash up, she saw that the wounds on his back needed to be rebandaged by the base doctor. She rapidly kept the bloodstained black T-shirt away.
"Thank god Kim Taehyung has a similar figure to yours. You don't appear strange on his T-shirt. But..." As Roseanne approached him from behind, her youthful heart skipped a beat as she said, "You appear much more approachable in a T-shirt..."
Although he had long left his student years behind, at this moment, the man was clean-shaven and dressed casually. He appeared like a male god that easily attracted lovesick girls; the kind that always had a group of dazed little girls following around.