I packed my clothes with a sullen mood. I did not want to go to this “honeymoon” when I knew all I’ll ever get is insulted, taunted and belittled every step of the way.

I get that here at home too. Why go out to suffer the same fate?

I sighed.

What type of clothes am I supposed to pack?

“Where are we going anyway?”

I frowned and debated asking Jimin.

He’d never answer me straight forwardly.

Seriously, I think 80% of the day about talking to him or not... and in the end get in trouble anyway.

I looked at my face in the mirror and snickered at myself.

What a poor, poor I am.

What a poor, poor life I live.

“If you’re done studying your beauty, would you get it on with the packing?,” Jimin said and I quickly got up and turned around, dropping a few clothes.

He was leaning against the door frame and studying me.

“S-sorry,” I stuttered and bent to pick up the clothes, partly to hide my embarrassment.

When I got up, however, I gasped as Jimin was standing in my face.

“Yaack!”

The weird noise that left my mouth unwittingly brought a smile to his.

Then he poked my forehead and said, “You aren’t that good looking to be staring yourself down in the mirror,” he smirked.

I fought back the urge to roll my eyes.

He’d never change. Bastard.

“But, you aren’t all that bad.”

My eyes snapped to his face, more in shock. Actually, all in shock.

That amused him too.

He pointed at the clothes in my hand with his chin.

I was horrified to see my bra hanging between my folded arms.

My eyes went wide and with mind blank due to humiliation, I jumped at him, covered his eyes and threw the bra in the suitcase.

“ERASE THAT FROM YOUR MEMORY!!,” I said in a shrill voice.

But he was doubling over in laughter and fear took over me.

What the did I just do? I just jumped the mini lion.

I jumped back and stood with my head bowed down.

Fear and humiliation does that to you.

After his laughter had subsided, he cleared his throat.

Here comes.

I closed my eyes for the impact.

Yet instead of a blow, he said in a confused voice, “You’re blushing.”

I put both my hands on my cheeks to hide the color. What was more embarrassing than being embarrassed? Being told you’re embarrassed.

Well what do ya expect? You just saw my goddamn bra! And it wasn’t even the best one...

My thoughts were interrupted when he tipped my head up with his finger.

I could totally imagine what a goddamn panda I must have looked this up close with my hands over my cheeks and eyes popping out.

With a smirk, he said, “Well we just discovered something wonderful about you, wife. I could never have told what you are underneath your ahjumma clothes.”

He was laughing at me. I knew it.

I wanted to pout so bad. He was insulting my womanhood. Jerk.