Behind their masks

Are you sure it's not you that likes Jimin?

I left the house. I've had enough. I've had enough of both of them.

"Come back," My mom yelled. "I'm not done with you!"

"Yeah, well I am." I huffed back.

"Listen here you stupid bitch. We're going to see him tomorrow." My dad growled.

I ignored him, stomping my way down the road, the cold weather eating away at my bare arms as I made my way to Somi's house. I rang the doorbell, my teeth chattering and the goosebumps washing over my skin. The door clicked open, revealing my brother-in-law's wretched face. And by that I mean his face is perfectly fine, it's just that I hate him to all extent.

"What do you want?" Jae Beom snapped half asleep.

I shoved him out the way. His sour face was not what I was expecting to see. He groaned as I ran upstairs, barging into the room where my sister sat on the bed. The warmth of the room radiated, hugging round my body. I flopped onto the bed beside her, sighing loudly to get her attention.

"What did they do this time?" She giggled, stretching as she turned to face me.

"They just don't wanna listen." I grumbled, hanging my head upside down over the edge of the bed. "No matter how hard I try, they're still taking me to see that guy."

"Ahh, you're the 'difficult' one as they say, surely you can do something." Somi said, ruffling my hair.

"But you don't understand Unni," I sighed. "I've refused all of them so far. But Appa said I have to go see this one and I have to agree or else."

"Or else what?" She asked, gently lifting my head and placing it on her lap.

"I don't know. You tell me." I muttered.

"It will all be okay Aerin, and even if you-" She said, patting my head before, very rudely, being interrupted by the monster of a husband she has.

"You're still here?" He said bitterly, ripping off his shirt, only revealing his boxers.

Somi twitched a little, anxiously glancing at my very annoyed form witnessing Jae Beom practically stripping right before us.

"Go change somewhere else," I mumbled. "We're in the middle of a conversation."

"I don't care. This is my house. I'll change wherever I want to change." He snapped back, putting on another shirt. "If you have a problem then get out." He added, slamming the door behind him.

I rolled my eyes, "Did you really have to marry this one? Was there really no one else?" I grumbled, flopping back onto the bed.

"Hey, it wasn't me who wanted to get married. Appa found him." Somi said in defense, throwing a blanket over my body.

Right." I scoffed. Of course he did.

"But he's really not that bad." She mumbled gently, a hint of red painting her cheeks.

I looked at her, she quickly witted her head away from me, her fingers fumbling around her wedding ring. She smiled warmly to herself.

"Eww!" I groaned. She likes him. Somi likes Jae Beom. Gross.

"What?" She said completely fazed.