My half-brother~ Boys over flowers fanfic

#13: I LOVE YOU, BROTHER.

#13: I LOVE YOU, BROTHER.

~Yi-jung~

It wasn't that bad to be around Ae-cha.  Jun-pyo dragged her along to hang out with us on his birthday. So, I didn't make faces at her, how I normally used to do. Yet, she tried her level best not to annoy me. I chuckled inwardly seeing her struggle under Jun-pyo's hold.

It's 10pm already and the chicks whom I had brought to studio had left few minutes back. Haaa! Life is so cool this way without getting stuck in any serious relationship.  Or am I pretending to enjoy this life I had chosen? Whatever, until I don't get hurt it's the right choice.

I'm exhausted, as I had been flirting around with three girls simultaneously. So, I'm gonna head home early and crash on my bed after having Ramona's dinner.

I checked on my porcelains that I had made few days back and sorted them on the rack before walking to the door. There's some weird feeling, creeping up since I woke up today, that something bad was about to happen.

I glanced back at the studio one last time before turning off the lights. As I placed my hand on the switch to turn off the lights, I felt something and blacked out.

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~Ae-cha~

I had so much fun on Jun-pyo's birthday. He was holding my hand throughout, till I left home. Awe, he's so desperate for somebody's affection, I guess. Poor kid. He even told me that this birthday was the best birthday ever. Yi-jung didn't burn me with his fiery stare. Thank you, God.

Guess where I'm heading to right now! To Yi-jung's stidio. Not to say hi or something. Ever since I heard about him from Ramona, I always wanted to see his works and his studio. So, I asked Ramona the address and heading to his studio right now. How bold of me to try to step into hungry, actually angry lion's den ! I must be crazy.

As I neared to a place, I spotted a building, exactly how Ramona had portrayed to me by drawing in the air with her hands. Yeah, she gets too hyper while telling a story or bragging about beautiful things.

The lights were turned off, meaning, Yi-jung had left. I took out the spare keys, again the credit goes to Ramy. I slid the key inside the keyhole and tried to unlock the door but I found, it wasn't locked at all. Is Yi-jung so careless or he forgot to lock? Whatever.

I opened the door and stepped in cautiously. The wooden floor beneath my feet creaked and freaked me out a bit. The studio wasn't pitch black since the street lights gave a dim glow. As I looked around the studio in that dim light shone through the windows, I found Yi-jung lying on the floor near to his counter, passed out.

"Yi-jung?" I poked his chest, softly. No movement. I scanned around Yi-jung, and found glasses shattered and few bits on him too.

"Are you okay? Yi-jung?" I started to panic, since he didn't move at all. I checked his pulse and it was fading.

"Oh my God, oh my God" I started crying and shaking him, frantically.

"Don't just die. I love you brother, even though you hate me." I sobbed heavily as I tried lifting him up. I wrapped one of his hand around my neck and held him as I lifted him up. I asked an ambulance to get here as I dragged him out.

Ambulance's siren blared in distant before it got to the studio. They set him up on the stretcher and put an oxygen mask on his face too. I hopped inside the ambulance and sat beside Yi-jung. I held Yi-jung's nearly lifeless hand and buried my face on it crying my hear out. And then, F4 popped up in my mind. I took my mobile out of my jean pocket and called Jun-pyo first.