Hyung's Lover boy

Appreciated.

"Where were you?" I could not enter my home before the question hit me, and I was the one with my hand on my backpack strap. I halted because they never cared before, so why today?

"At my college," I answered, unbothered, because I knew something was fishy since both of them were standing together, looking at me.

"After that?" my mother asked while her eyes scrutinized me.

"Library," I lied because I had gone to my extra boxing classes after leaving my hyung at his home, next week i have the final state boxing matches so i prepared me for that, I always lied to them. It wasn't the first time I had lied to them, i become a fluent at lying to them.

"What did you study?" my father asked again as he came closer to me. Now he was standing face-to-face with me, while I was the one looking at their faces, knowing they had figured something out.

Slap. Yes, he slapped me. "You lied!" he shouted, hitting my face again, then grabbed my hair and threw me to the side where my body hit some object.

I love boxing, and the best thing about it is that I'm used to getting hit in matches—lots of punches to my face, shoulders, stomach, head. Sometimes I bled from the harsh punches, but I never felt hurt like this before. The mere slap hurt me—a lot. This time my body was okay, but my soul was hurt. The slap wasn't just on my skin; it hit my soul, my heart, my feelings. My inner self had never acted weak like this before, but this time I was looking down because I always had no words to answer them. 

Year after year, I just disappointed them. They wanted a topper from the start, but I was not an A+ child. They wanted an engineer or a doctor, but I was not intelligent enough. They wanted hobbies and good communication skills, but I didn't even like to speak to anyone. I am just a disappointment to them. I am their child, so I have to be according to their expectations but i failed them every time.

"You are just a disappointment to us," he said while talking to me, and I just looked down lifelessly because he was right. I couldn't make any further excuses. I'm tired, dude, of all this. It always hurts when you see yourself so low, so degraded that you feel there is no hope. He snatched my phone from my hands and was about to ask the next question. But then the doorbell rang, and my mother opened the door while we were all in the living room because they were there. The intruder was none other than Jimin hyung himself.

"Good to see you, Jimin," my mother tried to act sweet, though she was not. "Jungkook forgot his books," Jimin hyung smiled while speaking, giving the reason to met me. He was lying too because I know him, he  just wanted to cheer me up a bit for up coming state level boxing matches. He entered and respectfully greeted my parents while my father just looked at me and nodded at hyung. I was still standing there, hopeless, and when hyung saw me, his smile faded away.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking at me and about to hold my cheek, but my father's next words hit him.

"He is a wrong child," my father said again, and I was still looking down because I knew what he was talking about, and my hyung is intelligent enough to instantly get what he meant. "He was lying to us, just a shame!" he shouted at me again, and he was about to throw the phone at my face with force, but Jimin hyung grabbed the phone before it could hit me. I wasn't trying to escape; that's how hopeless I was. He stood between me and my father.

"I'm sorry, you said what?" His tone was sharp rather than the sweet and calm one that usually, sent me chills. "Care to repeat?" His tone was even sharper, and he held the phone tightly, his jaw clenched.

"Jimin, you don't know anything, so stay away from this," my father tried to make Jimin back off.

"I want to know. Tell me, what shameful act did he commit?" Jimin folded his arms over his chest and looked directly into my father's eyes, not moving an inch away from me, like he was protecting me.

"He failed us. We just want him to be successful like us. He never got good grades; we were okay. He failed to be an engineer or a doctor; we were okay. But he started lying to us for that fucking one of his hobby!"

"He lied because of you! You are to blame for it, not him!" Hyung's voice echoed in the dining hall. My parents stared at Jimin.

"He wanted to be a boxer. He loves boxing, but did you care? You care about his grades instead of him. You care about his career more than him!" Hyung's voice was sharp, and the way he was breathing was furious.

"So what? We want him to be successful in life. Every parent dreams the same," my father tried to mock Hyung again, and now they also knew that Hyung knew about my boxing. But instead, Hyung chuckled at my father, and you know what? I never felt this down before. This man has duality to the core.

"You want his success. Parents like you, are the ones who want success, not a successful child," Hyung looked at my parents. "People like you just have children for a mission. As soon as they are born, you want them to complete your mission, not let them know what they want for themselves." Hyung turned to me and held my cheek in his warm palm. A few tears dropped from my eyes, but I didn't even look up at him. He just intertwined his fingers with mine and turned back to my parents.

"You guys are a disappointment to him, not him to you," Jimin told them and tightened his grip on my hand. "To me, he is a great child. I'm not his parent, but I always saw him obey what his parents wanted from him, putting aside everything he wanted to do. He always put aside his own interests. He tried to fulfill your dreams. He tried his best to become something you always dreamed of. He forgot about his own will, his own success, his own mental health—he just gave it all to you."

"Not every good grader is successful in life. Not every engineer and doctor is successful either. Not everyone who dreams of becoming someone ends up achieving that." Jimin was looking at my parents, who were staring back at him, but Jimin wasn't afraid of them.

"But I'm going to support him, whether he wins or loses, because to me, he matters, not his success or failure. His being a failure doesn't change my love for him, my care for him. He will always be my Jungkook, even if he fails a thousand times to be successful. I'm still going to motivate him because he is not an object for my winning accessories. He's a human who wants to be happy in his life. I'm going to appreciate how he tries thousands of times and still holds hope within himself. It's always about his success, not yours." Hyung finished speaking and started dragging me out of the house. I didn't want him to stop because, for the first time in my life, I felt worth—worth for everything I do, worth for my life too. I felt appreciated.