Arranged Marriage with Luhan

Same House with OT12

Jjeolbae's P.O.V.

I quickly settled down my things. I need to fix it before I view the picture frame standing by the corner of the table. I placed my clothes and settled my books down.

After doing so, I pulled the chair beside the table and sat down. I slowly dragged the picture frame. There, it revealed a picture. Me with my brother, Taeyang. We were at Paris back then. I was wearing shades and a tourist hat that matches his. Warm tears streamed down my face. It's somehow hard without him. 

Then, the door creaked. I tried to hide my tears by wiping them off. I saw Kai.

He immediately closed the door and approached me.

"What happened?" He  asked me.

"It's nothing, don't worry." I said and stood up.

"Wait." He said and pulled me back at the chair. He looked at the picture frame that I was holding.

"This one's your brother, isn't it?" He asked. I voluntarily nodded.

"Just cry. It must be hard for you not having him." He said. I did recall telling him that I had a brother. I said that he died but I didn't said the details.

"Tell me what happened. You could burst your pain out." he said.

Kai's P.O.V.

She heaved out a deep breath before speaking.

"Well, this was.....the last photo I took with him." She said and paused.

"Go on." I said and took a seat on her bed.

"Well, Paris is dangerous, you know. Strangers would chase you and steal your things. It happened a year ago. Somehow fresh in my mind. Taeyang oppa was a good brother and a good son, I might say."

=Flashback=

"Oppaaa!" I shouted. 

"Wae?" 

"Omma wants you to buy food for us!" I said cheerfully.

"Wait here, okay? And by the way. For an hour, remember the people's faces which talk or do something to me, okay?" He said and kneeled down onto my level, patting my head.

"You're so weird." I teased.

I nodded and watched him go away. He crossed down the street and turned at the corner. I caught no sight of him afterwards.

Thirty minutes passed, still no sight of him. I've decided to call my parents.

"Mom, dad, oppa's not here yet." I said while taking a grip at the phone.

"Just wait for him." They said and we bid farewell.

Another thirty minutes passed, I've decided to follow him. I crossed the street and turned around the corner when I saw a pile of people circling. 

"Call an ambulance!" A woman shouted. I went near and shook the crowd off. 

I saw my brother. Beaten up. He was slumped down the floor.

Tears streamed down my face and I pressed his hand.

He was somehow conscious and looked at me.

.

.

.

Then he smiled like there's no tomorrow.