Unconditionally (BOOK 3)

Watch Your Language

To keep things interesting, Felix added another surprise that I genuinely wasn't expecting. Instead of Disney, we were on our way to Universal instead.

Wooyoung had told me all about his trip with San so I wonder how different this one will be compared to the park in Japan. All I know is that it still has Harry Potter so that's really all that matters to me. While it was the last thing San and Wooyoung did, it's the first on my agenda. Although he's a much bigger fan than I am, it still has a special place in my heart.

When Jimin passed away, Wooyoung couldn't even look at anything related to it. It wasn't until a year after his passing that he tried to watch the next movie. It was Goblet of Fire which was actually my favorite. I told him I'd watch it with him because I knew he'd need someone to comfort him. After that first day, I'm shocked he pushed himself to finish, but I'm really glad he did.

"Okay, press play." Wooyoung took a deep breath and stared at the TV screen.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Just do it." Reluctantly, I did as he wished and started the movie. He was doing okay for about thirty seconds which was longer than I expected. "Stop, stop, stop." He frantically asked, shaking his head and on the verge of tears.

I awkwardly wrapped my arm around him, not knowing how else to comfort him. "It's okay, it's okay."

"I can't do it." He silently cried.

"And we don't have to, it's no big deal."

"But it is to me! This was me and Jimin's thing, I have to finish it. I just miss him so much."

Wooyoung was never the type to show any type of sad emotion around me up until a year ago when his brother passed. He's always been the loud, chaotic kid who doesn't stop laughing and smiling. Seeing him become much sadder over the past year has been hard to watch. I'm not very good at dealing with people, especially when they cry. But for him, I'll learn. He needs someone and that person needs to be me: his best friend.

"I know, Woo. How about we take a break? We can watch something else."

"No, we're finishing it."

And so we did.

He cried throughout the entire film, but eventually made it to the end. I knew watching the next one was out of the question. There's only so much someone can take.

"You did it, it's over."

We've oddly gotten into the habit of cuddling. Physical touch is his biggest way of showing appreciation and affection, but he also needs it in return to feel comforted. Mine has always just been saying a simple 'thank you' and calling it a day. But again, I'll be the best friend he needs.

"I feel sick." He faintly said, sniffling lightly as an indication that his tears have slowed down.

"Do you need medicine? Are you hungry?"

"I just want my brother."

I sighed, not knowing how to respond. What could one possibly say to something like that? I'll never understand those people who just know how to answer things and actually make it sound comforting. All I can think of is 'I'm sorry' and that's somewhat lazy when someone's hurting this badly.

"I'm not...him. But you can pretend we're brothers?" It came out as a question, unsure if it sounded stupid or not.

"It's not the same."