The Ugly Twin #Wattys2017

Chapter 5 - Shy smile.

Jongin's conciousness slowly crawled back to him. His finger twitched a little before he let out a shaky breath. His chest had stopped hurting but Jongin felt all the energy had been drained out from his body.

"Jongin-ah?"

Jongin's lips parted open.

Mom?

He slowly opened his eyes, winced a little when his eyes made a contact with the bright light.

Mrs. Kim was staring at him. Her eyes were full of worry.

Jongin moved his body a little to sat up but his head suddenly hurting again and he groaned.

"Don't move too much. Just stay in the bed." Mrs. Kim said.

Jongin couldn't be happier when he heard the concern on his mom's voice. Jongin laid his head back on the pillow and sighed.

"What happened to you?" Mrs. Kim asked softly. "How could you fall down from the stairs?"

Jongin didn't immediately answer. He just felt his chest was almost exploding and his body just gave up like that.

"Jongin-ah?"

"-ah, yes..." Jongin startled. "I... I don't know... Maybe it's just a lack of sleep."

Mrs. Kim stared at him with suspicious eyes.

Lack of sleep?

The beautiful woman was about to open his mouth to speak again when both her and Jongin heard the door of Jongin's room being opened.

"Mom? -ah, Jongin! You've awakened?"

Jongin pressed his lip into a tight line when he saw his older twin made his way to the room. A plastic on his right hand.

"I've bought it, mom."

Mrs. Kim nodded and turned his head back to Jongin. "What do you want to eat? Eat something and drink vitamin."

Jongin blinked. "Anything..."

Mrs. Kim and Taemin stared at Jongin for a while, noticed how weak his voice was.

"I'll make you porridge." Mrs. Kim ended and walked out of Jongin's room.

Taemin made his way and sat on the chair that previously was seated by their mom. Taemin stared at his younger twin's pale face for a while. "Are you feeling better?"

Jongin nodded slowly. At least his chest wasn't hurting again.

"Aren't you feeling sick? Why all of sudden you fainted?"

Jongin raised his shoulders. "I-... I don't know..."

Taemin sighed. Jongin looked down and played with his blanket, didn't look at Taemin at all.

Taemin was so beautiful, and looking at him was like looking at the pretty perfect expensive teapot through the mirror. They are so similiar, yet Jongin was the cracked one.

"Jongin-ah."

Jongin looked up when his name was being called and immediately met Taemin's sad eyes.

"Are you still mad at me?"

Jongin blinked and shook his head. "No. Why should I?"

"You see, my relationship with Zico hyung that time is- well... Well I don't know you also like him. Y-you should've told me you know. If I knew then I wouldn't-"

"That's okay." Jongin whispered and averted his eyes back to his fingers which were now grabbing the blanket's sheet tightly. "It's not like if you didn't accept him he would turned to like me anyway."