I'm sorry brother ⚣ vkook ⚣ completed

Chapter 7

Some time ago, everything was different. I wasn't sick, I didn't have to take care of Jungkook, I didn't have to work, there were no fights(besides our tickle fights), mom and dad were there for us.

I guess it was fate that took them away from us. Didn't I work hard enough? Wasn't I good enough? Or were we to be punished for something I did not know?

It was to never be discovered, the only thing I knew, was that they were gone and it left a big hole in my heart. I remember the times with my dad, laughing and playing together when Jungkook and I were small, and even when we weren't that small anymore.

I remember my mother singing to us when putting us in bed, her delicious cooking I always had 2 plates of, her hair which I liked to braid when I was young.

It was no more, but I couldn't dwell on the past anymore. My thoughts slipped away like shells taken into the sea at tide.

"How are you managing that little rascal?" Mrs. Kim asked.

"Mom!" Jin gave her a warning look to which she shrugged. It took me a few seconds to think about who she was talking about.

"Jungkook? He's-.... I'm managing" I mumbled. I grabbed a spoon of ice cream and ate the cold delicacy, putting the pack of ice on my nose as I enjoyed it's sweet taste on my tongue.

"He's just confused I guess" I sighed. I was making excuses for him, why I didn't know.

"From what I've heard he's a rude little thing" another look from Jin. "What? It's the truth!"

"Please don't talk about my brother like that" I frowned, Jin's mother was nothing like the polite boy himself.

"Of course, excuse my rudeness" she said. I nodded and continued eating my tasty treat, it softened the words she just spoke to me.

I knew Jungkook was rude, but I couldn't let someone talk my family down like that.

"Mom, how about you go help in the kitchen, the chef needs a bit of help" Jin interrupted the awkward silence. His mom stood up and walked away with a small greet.

"I'm terribly sorry" Jin apologised, taking a seat across me.

"It's alright, no harm done"

"It's just-... I know that Jungkook can be a little... difficult sometimes" it sounded more like a question than a statement. "I just want to say that I'm able to help if needed"

Thoughts raced through my head, would he really be able to help? What if I told him about the situation, what would he do? I shook my head, ridding the questions away.

"It's fine, he's not home that much either" I gave him a smile. My energy had just about returning, so I decided to head home before some groceries defrosted.

"I should go, thank you for the treat, I'll repay you" My empty wallet flashed through my head. "Sometime"

"Don't worry about that, we've also stayed over a lot to eat, it's the least I could do" he smiled. I stood up and grabbed my groceries, flashing one more smile before bidding goodbye.

When I reached home and had put everything away, I was completely wrecked. My arms were once again seemingly dead, my legs felt like jelly.

I slowly laid myself down on the couch, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv. I was zapping through the channels when Jungkook came home.

Suddenly the remote was taken from my hand and I watched as Jungkook put it on another channel, showing a boxing match.

I was too tired to argue with him, simply turning around to try to fall asleep.