The Story Of Us ✔️

Chapter 15

"So, not only they didn't come to the event, but also punished eomma!! How can they do that. How are they so heartless appa? They are not like this" Hana said with tears in her eyes. "Heyy, why are you crying? It happened more than 20 years ago. Stop crying sweetie" Jungkook said lovingly to his daughter. "No appa, they were unfair to eomma. She is their one and only sister. She loves violin, so why can't they let her play it, there is nothing wrong in it" Hana said still crying.

"Sweetie, look at me" Jungkook said while holding Hana's face softly and wiping her tears with his hands "Look, they were mafias at that time. What can you expect from them, tell me. They were harsh and cold. They have harsh methods. They didn't know how to be sweet even if it's their one and only sister. And they might be having their reasons. It's all in the past sweetie. Everything is fine now right!" Jungkook explained to her softly to which Hana nodded.

"What happe-" Hana started but got cut off when Areum entered. "Did your appa tell abo-" Areum stopped when she noticed her daughter's eyes red "Did you cry my baby?" Areum said while hugging Hana while she nodded. "Why? Did this bunny scold you?" Areum asked seriously. "Yahhh!! Why are you blaming me? She cried because your brothers didn't come to your event and they punished you later" Jungkook said while sulking.

Areum smiled and said "My cute little daughter, it was many years ago. It doesn't matter now" Hana nodded hearing her mother "And also, your appa punished you few days back more hard than the punishment I got, still I didn't see any tears in your eyes"  Areum said while teasing her daughter. "Hehe, eomma it was my fault, I shouldn't have done that. But you didn't deserve whatever they did" Hana said with pout. Areum just patted her daughter's head. "Eomma, what happened after that?" Hana asked. "I went...

Flashback continues
Meanwhile with Areum:
Areum POV:
I went to my room crying because I was hurt by the behavior of my brothers. I didn't understand why Jin and Namjoon oppa were behaving like that. Why did others have to tell Jin oppa and Namjoon oppa about my performance. I wasn't doing any wrong thing, I like playing violin. I got punished just because of that. I certainly don't deserve that, they are being mean to me. I was crying thinking all of this. I slept unknowingly.

I woke up with a jolt when someone knocked the door and called me "Areum-ah, open the door please". I got up, opened the door and saw Mrs Kim there "I was calling from 2 minutes, you were not opening, are you ok" she asked being concerned. "I was asleep, I didn't hear" I said lowly "It's okay, come and have lunch" she asked me softly. "I don't want to eat, I am not hungry. I want to be alone for sometime please" I requested her. Her eyes softened and said to me "Okay dear, if you want anything you can call me or you can come downstairs, I will be there only" I nodded listening to her. I bowed to her and closed the door.

The whole day I was in the room thinking about everything. It was fine before eomma and appa died, later everything changed, my brothers became distant to me, they changed their behavior, became cold. I didn't like it at start but got used to it later. If only eomma and appa were here. I miss them. I took their photo and caressed it as I was missing them. I knew that appa was killed by some bad people and kidnapped eomma. When others went to save my eomma, she was dead. That's what my brothers told me when I asked about my parents.

Day passed by quickly as I was engrossed in my thoughts. I flinched when there was knock at my door again. I sighed and opened the door and saw Mrs Kim there "Come have dinner dear, you didn't have lunch. You will get sick" she said being concerned. "I am fine, I don't want to eat. I will come and ear when I feel like it. Please leave me alone" I pleaded her. She sighed and went from there. After 10 to 15 minutes there was another knock, I got annoyed and opened the door "I told not to-" I stopped when I realised it's Namjoon oppa.