perfect for me | sookook

11

It's Irresistible

"H-hey...... guys?"

Chaeyoung awkwardly smiled as she tried to look pleasant, she could see her two friends trying to squish into the front door so they both could see her. As immediately Taehyung and Jimin started fighting over who was taking up the most space, meanwhile being in the middle Seokjin was having a hardtime by how squished he felt being between them.

He took a step forward to inside the house, leaving the two alone to continue their banter. He smiled warmly, breathing the fresh air, glad to be back home.

"How was Christmas? Had fun?"

Chaeyoung nodded, "But it would've been better if we all were together."

Seokjin shot her another smile, placing down his lagguge on the floor as he looked around. "Someone is missing." He arched his eyebrows. "Sooya?"

"Upstairs, she's not feeling really well."

The older male's smile had dropped so fast. "Why? What happened?"

Jennie shook her head, "Nothing to worry. Just a simple cold. She had been out for awhile at the Christmas night, maybe because of that."

The door opened, the display of his little sister in her baggy clothes, face frammed with messy hair and her glassy eyes met him. The sight was very concerning in itself. Enough for Seokjin's worry to come right back.

"Sooya, are you alright?"

Just that, just that four words and Jisoo was already in her brother's arms. Deep into his warmth and security, she broke down, now crying more loudly as if she was holding in too much until now.

And Seokjin's brows rise, caressing the crying girl's back he had looked around the room, which was lacking light, all curtains were pulled down. Seokjin scrunched his nose as the rotten smell engulfed his nostrils. And how fast he realized his sooya wasn't doing fine at all.

Peeling her off from his chest in a soft manner, he asks, "What happened?" Her red blood shot eyes blinked once, as few more tear drops flowed down her cheeks to chin.

"Dadda..." Jisoo murmured, her voice foreign all of a sudden. Much deeper and raspier than even in the morning and yet pleading. Her sullen eyes burning Seokjin's heart right at that soft spot he had reserved for his little sister.

"What happened?"

The door bell rang for the third time. Jungkook let out a tired sigh as he strolled down the stairs, checking for any human figure in the kitchen section he walked straight to the door. Voicing to the impatient someone waiting outside who ringed the bell again. Jungkook hurried and when it was thrown open he faced his greatest nightmare.

Hyung?

"How could you do this to her?" Seokjin shouted and the dazed guilt on Jungkook's face was evident. Before he could possibly speak up Seokjin had drawn back his fist and it connected, slightly off center, with Jungkook's bottom lip.

Possibily Jungkook could stand up back on his foot Seokjin reached over him grabbing the collar of Jungkook's shirt, pulling him closer so that he can choke him or punch him again.

Jungkook is grasping at the elder's arm trying to pull it away from his throat. And Seokjin's eyes were wide looking straight at him, "You fucking asshole!" He yells. They moved across the living area unbalanced, knocking down the flowerwase on the table.