Hyung's Lover boy

Are they a couple?

I was standing on the roof of one of India's most famous wedding palaces, 'Taj Falaknuma Palace' Hyung was ignoring me, and I was trying to talk to him every chance I got, but I didn't want to force him to talk to me. How could Hyung do this to me? I was in the room the staff had provided me, right next to Hyung, but he changed it with Lisa and took a room at the very corner of the alley. He did the same thing at the airport—he was seated right next to me, but then suddenly excused himself from the window seat, saying he didn't feel right. I knew what was wrong with him. He didn't know how much his actions started to hurt me deeply without even trying. Did he never love me, not even a little? Was it true he only cared about Mr. and Mrs. Park? Did my happiness never matter to anyone in this world? I thought my Hyung would understand me, but now, I don't know anything.

I was looking out from the balcony, watching how Hyung was busy with random tasks. He was lifting heavy stuff onto his shoulder while helping workers place flowers and decorations. He could have just ordered the workers, but he was so humble that he never forgot where he came from. No matter how much pain his body was in, he never stopped helping others. He was wearing a light blue shirt with white pants, smiling while helping the workers, and it was all starting to weigh on my heart. I knew I was beginning to feel jealous, seeing him with others. Even that brown-skinned girl wearing a red long skirt with different patches was flirting with him, and here I was, just staring from afar with a burning heart. Why did God have to be this cruel to me?

He was smiling at her too, just not at me. He was ignoring me so much that it hurt. I think he believes he caused my feelings because of that farewell kiss, but he doesn't know how much I've loved him since the day I met him. I hid it for so long that he became oblivious to my love. I saw him laugh with that broad-shouldered guy, one of the workers here. I loved when he smiled, and my heart eased seeing his smile like that.

Suddenly, Lisa entered my room because I had left the door open, hoping Hyung would come. But instead of him, everyone else kept coming in. She stood beside me, and when I looked at her, I realized she was smoking on my balcony. And guess what? The girl who always smoked in secret, so no one would find out, was now smoking in public. My eyes widened at the change in her. A few workers and even my parents had already seen her smoking, but no one said anything because they knew I liked Jimin Hyung. My mother even asked why I agreed to marry her when I loved Jimin Hyung. I didn't answer, just ignored the question, like Hyung was ignoring me.

"You should have said no when you knew you loved my oppa," she said, more as a taunt while taking a puff of smoke and eyeing my Hyung, who was sitting alone, staring into space, or maybe at his own reflection in the mirror, judging himself. He looked perfect in that blue shirt.

"Why didn't you decline when you know you're a lesbian?" I chuckled, firing back at her because how dare she use that tone with me? I wasn't going to back down. I was alone, staring at the man I loved, and she just turned toward me. I noticed she angrily flicked her cigarette away. Maybe my words had hit her like a truck, and well, I aimed for that.

"You're getting a sharp tongue, huh? I was the one who kept your feelings for my oppa a secret and never told anyone at home," she shouted at me, and I could feel my anger rising. I also turned toward her, narrowing my eyes.

"Oh, what a great help! I wish you'd told them about it, too, the day you told them about your sexuality. That would have been a real help! Bloody lesbian!" I shouted. How dare she bring up hiding my feelings for her brother? I never asked her to do that for me.

She chuckled, turned away for a second, and then punched me in the face. It hurt. I touched my cheek and saw blood on my fingers. I could hear gasps from the crowd below. People were watching us, but I didn't care. I grabbed a nearby pot and hit her. The pot broke in two over her head, and she clutched her head in pain. After a few seconds, she grabbed something to throw at me, but I stopped her. She raised her hand to grab my neck, but I grabbed her wrist, resisting her. How dare she punch me? I twisted her around, grabbed her hair, and pulled, making her hiss in pain. She took advantage of my focus on her hair and kneed me in the stomach, causing me to choke on the pain.

"As if you're not gay! Bloody gay, whipped over my oppa," she mocked, hitting my stomach again. I groaned from the pain. "But no courage," she said, as I tightened my grip on her hair, stopping her from hitting me again. For a moment, she submitted to the hair-pulling, and I twisted her wrist, slamming her head into the wall. I wanted her to feel the pain she was causing me.

"I already told him, but he still forced this marriage on me. I love him," I told her and kicked her in the knees so hard she screamed, folding over in pain. "Do you think I didn't want to marry him?"

"If you love him, then be brave and end this marriage. I'm their daughter, not you, gay," Lisa spat, trying to punch me again. I grabbed her wrist mid-air, and I was about to punch her back when she grabbed my wrist with her other hand.

"What are you two doing?" Hyung asked, looking at us. My parents, along with Mr. and Mrs. Park, were also there. We were both bleeding, scratched, and wounded from fighting each other. We rolled our eyes at each other as if we were going to kill each other if no one had interrupted.

"Are they a couple?"

Yes, someone asked, mocking us. Lisa and I both turned toward the person who asked, because we were more like siblings than anything else. I was literally going to kill Lisa if she didn't call off this marriage for real, and I think she was thinking the same about me.

"Jungkook, come with me," Hyung said, and I immediately let go of Lisa's hair. She also let go of mine. Hyung and I started walking toward his room, and I guess this was the most important thing that had happened to me. Thanks to Lisa, but no thanks—she had punched my right cheek and my stomach is paining too.

I was about to enter Hyung's room, but my stomach ached, so I grabbed it, and Hyung rushed toward me, coming close to support me. Our eyes met, and I saw something in his eyes that I had never seen before. My heart skipped a beat. 'Finally.'