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Chapter 5

Jungkook and I walked back home in the dark that was lit up with bright lights form the lamp post along the streets. Aroma of delicious food fille the air as we walked past food stalls and food carts along the street. We finally reached home. We opened the door and there was mum, standing angrily before us.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" she screamed in our faces.

"Why do you care, you're always busy at the bar, drinking you hardly even remember my name anymore."

"of course, I remember your name!" she retorted back.

"Oh, really what is it?"

"it's Sarah." She said so confidently

"Yea you're totally right." I said sarcastically. "Its sena for god's sake!"

"Why are you so late?" she asked, changing the topic, ignoring what I said.

"We went out to eat a proper meal. And not cold sandwiches or noodles."

Her anger boiled and veins popped out of her skin. She lunged a punch at me and I braced myself for the effect but it never came. Instead, Jungkook was there, defending me with his arms spread wide protecting me from all harm. Jungkook had been punched in the face and a few of tooth had been flown out of his mouth as he landed on the floor, cupping his cheek.

"Both of you, don't be rude to me anymore or I'm kicking you out of the house."

She walked out of the house in her high heels, a red revealing dress and her purse, probably going clubbing based on how she was dressed. As soon as she left, I aided Jungkook. It'll be alright, just a few more years and we'll be free, I thought, or what I so taught.

I started coughing really badly that Jungkook adverted his attention on me and had forgotten all about the pain on his cheek. I started coughing and wheezing, blood coming out of my mouth as I coughed. "Its starting again." Jungkook muttered, silently cursing.

My chest started aching as I coughed nonstop. I walked towards the kitchen and reached for the pills on the top shelf with the help of Jungkook. I quickly popped it in my mouth and gulped a glass of water down. I choked on it, but the coughing eased a little and I stopped coughing all together.

I heaved a sigh of relief. My chest heaved up and down as I closed my eyes. Jungkook came back and placed a warm towel on my forehead, hoping to make me feel better, and it did.

"You alright?" Jungkook asked concerned.

Of course, I wasn't but I said, "Yeah."

The rest of the night, Jungkook forced me to remain lying down and drink water. He didn't even let me get up once unless I needed to use the bathroom. Instead of going to sleep in his room, he slept on the floor next to me, making sure I was going to be okay. This was why a brother like him deserves so much more, more than a cancer sister, more than a drunkard and abusive mum. He deserves to chase his dreams, reach for the sky.

But he can do neither. Is this what the world is? Cruel?

I sighed and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I was woken by Jungkook shaking me by the shoulders. I washed up and wore a grey hoodie and some blue jeans. As I ran to the kitchen, I grabbed a small bun, not wanting the boys to spend on me again.

I stuffed the bun in my bag and slip my phone in my back pocket of the jeans and we walked to school.

Lessons were boring as usual but surprisingly, I was looking forward to lunch time.

However, during our English lesson, Han kept bugging me, hitting my side, asking what it mean when I myself didn't understand English.

"Ms Jeon and Mr han is there a problem? I could hear your voices from here." Our English teacher, Mrs Kim suddenly said.

Whispers and giggles erupted the classroom afterwards.

Some said, "Lovebirds."

Others said, "Get a room"

I didn't understand the last one though.

After what felt like an eternity, lunch came and I got up from my seat, packing my items before being dragged to the cafeteria by Han and Hyunjin. This time when I was at the table, Minho and Hyunjin were seating at each of my side, Ji-Woo and Felix opposite me.

I got out my bun, but a tray was pushed towards me, again. I turned, Minho again? This time he had his own tray. "That bun isn't going to make you full, you're just going to starve yourself." He said, expressionless.

I sighed and ate the meal he gave me, thanking him before I ate. Why am I relying on him so easily? I felt guilt as I ate quietly.

After school had ended, I rushed to find Minho. Once I had found him, I dragged him to a corner, earing some glares from girls. Once I knew we were alone, I said, "Stop giving me food, I don't want you to think I'm relying on you."

"I'm aware you don't want me to give you food, I know. I'm only giving you food because your stomach keeps growling it annoys me, a lot." He said with a blank expression.

I scoffed and he continued, "I'll continue to give you food whether you like it or not."

He walked off without saying bye. What's with this man? I rolled my eyes and went to the café I worked at. As I entered, doongie ran up to me and started rubbing itself onto my jeans. I chuckled and smiled, picking her up as I place my belongings in the staff room, tying an aproan, tying my hair and placing on a cap.

"Doongie ah, have you eaten?" I asked, making eye contact with her.

She meowed and an employee that was getting off work said, "No she hasn't. I wanted to feed her, but she didn't let me."

I smiled at the other employee and said bye to her as she left. I placed doongie down and prepared the cat bowls for each of the cats and poured the cat food inside each and placed them on the floor next to the counter. The bell ring and I noticed it was a regular customer. Without hesitation, I stood up and went to make a hot matcha mocha. I turned and placed the hot drink on the counter, and he gave me the money. I smiled as he left, and he returned it.

The day went on with a customer complaining that she's allergic to cats. But I was thinking, 'this is a cat café for a reason.'

I called Jungkook but no response. Maybe he's busy? I wondered. I walked home myself since it was still pretty bright that evening. Upon reaching home, I was asking myself if Jungkook was alright. He would usually answer any missed calls in 2 minutes, if not in 5 minutes. I frowned and opened the door. Jungkook was there laid on the floor, blood coating the carpet. 

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