Lisa
Of course. Of freaking course. These were the words that kept repeating in my head as I helped my mother with the dishes. Of course Jungkook's girlfriend was gorgeous. I'm not sure why I expected anything different. He had the perfect life in the perfect city with the perfect job. Why wouldn't he also have the perfect girlfriend? Part of me had the same thoughts as my Nana. I half-believed that my brother had made up his long-term relationship. Why else would he have waited six years to bring her home? I thought she might at least have a hair out of place or not know how to speak to parents, but neither of those were true. She even handled my mother beautifully, never once slipping up, no matter what she threw at her. And that bit about not sharing a room with my brother? Well, I call bullshit on that. Unless she was some perfect, holier than thou church girl, there was no way that was true. I knew for a fact my brother was a virgin when he left for college, but I had trouble believing he had made it over halfway through his twenties without ever getting it in, especially when he was dating a girl that looked like Roseanne.
Either way, I was now stuck sharing a room with her. She seemed to be cool and someone I could get along with, but that only made things worse. I never knew I had a type until I looked over into my brother's car, and my eyes locked with Roseanne Park. In addition to sharing at least 50% of our DNA, Jungkook and I also seemed to share the same taste in women.
Don't get me wrong. The whole gay thing wasn't some big epiphany that occurred when I saw Roseanne's face. It had started to click that I was probably gay during my senior year in high school. I confirmed that when I kissed a girl just a few days after graduation. Since then, I had been with a plethora of women. Okay, that may be an exaggeration. I seriously dated one girl during college and had hooked up with a handful of other girls. None of them looked alike though. Some were tall. Some were short. Some were feminine. Some were butch. Some had dark hair, while others had light hair. I was starting to believe I didn't really even notice physical appearance, but I had noticed Roseanne. How could I not? That long blonde hair that became more golden near the bottom, had the perfect loose curls that begged to be touched. Those big, deep, dark brown eyes looked like they had countless stories to tell. And that smile. I could think of a few things that mouth could do that I might enjoy more than the smile, but it was still perfect.
Then there was my idiotic ass. Without even thinking, I yanked her car door open as if she was some girl I was taking on a date. Her face immediately turned a deep red, indicating just how uncomfortable it had made her. The only thing that saved the moment from being completely horrifying was just how cute she looked when she was embarrassed.
But, none of that mattered anyway. I could embarrass myself in front of her all I wanted, because it's not like I had a chance with her. This could be added to the list of ways that Jungkook was more accomplished than me, and no matter what I did to try to impress my parents, he would always win out. He was the former All-State QB who was now going to marry a beautiful woman, move back home, and give my parents tons of grandbabies. I almost wished he would have a slip-up, like getting Roseanne pregnant out of wedlock, so it would lessen the blow when I finally came out to my parents. Having the perfect sibling only made it harder to deal with the fact that I wasn't the All-American daughter my parents thought I was.
I shouldn't be blaming my brother for any of this though. It wasn't his fault he was straight, just like it wasn't his fault that he had won over Roseanne. Well, I guess that kind of was his fault, but only because he truly was a good guy. Of course she had fallen for him. I just wish for once that luck would be on my side instead of his.
"I think that plate is clean." My mother's voice cut through my thoughts, and I realized that I had absolutely no idea how long I had been scrubbing the same plate. "What's wrong, dear?" she asked, a look of concern settling on her face.
