BEGIN || k.y.r x bts

Chapter 14

Seokjin POV

"Come everyone, the dinner is served!" Eomma yelled.

"Oh yes!" Taeyeon jumped excitingly.

"Noona, stop act like a kid." I glared at her.

"Yah, today eomma cooks! It's been almost a year she didn't cook for us!" Taeyeon hitted my head.

"Alright." I rubbed my head.

"Yeri, Taehyung, come!" Taeyeon waved at them who were watching television.

"Okay!" They stood up and walked into the dining room with us.

"Wah aunt, the dishes smell good!" Yeri clapped.

"My dishes always good." Eomma said and everyone laughed.

"Let's start eating." Appa said, the first one to grab the food.

"Okay." We all sat down.

Taeyeon grabbed a spoon of meat and put on Yeri's plate.

"Gomawo unnie!" Yeri smiled.

"Eat more, you're skinny." Taeyeon said.

"Are you sure she's skinny?" Taehyung chuckled.

"Yah, Taehyung, she's really skinny for sure." I elbowed him.

We ate silently for a few minutes.

"But I'm gonna say the truth, even this is cruel. How come an orphan can be your sister?" Eomma spoke.

We all stopped eating and shocked.

"A-aunt..." Taehyung spoke.

"A girl who is not connected to our family, shouldn't be here." Eomma continued.

"Eomma!" I yelled and knitted my eyebrows.

"Eomma, please don't say that." Taeyeon spoke too.

"Erm... I think I'm full." Yeri stood up and took her bowl.

"Yerim..." Taeyeon patted her back.

She walked to the kitchen and put the plate in the sink.

Then, she walked out to the backyard.

Everyone's eyes was following her and her expression turned down.

"Erm... I think I'm full too." Taehyung said worriedly.

"Go Tae, go console her." I whispered to him.

He nodded and stood up.

Taehyung POV

"Yerm..." I called her. She crouched down and buried her face.

"Yerm..." I approached her and crouched down beside her.

"Oppa!" She cried and looked at me.

Her tears flowed down.

"Uljima... Get up Yerm." I wiped her tears and stared at her lovingly.

She stood up and hitted her head on my chest.

"Oppa, ottokae? Aunt don't want me already..." She sniffed.

"Don't cry, my girl." I caressed her hair and kissed her forehead.

"Oppa, why? Why are you being so lovely to me?" She suddenly asked.

"Because you're my sister." I answered. "Why do you ask that?"

"Erm... Because, because many people said that you treat like so different..." She lifted up her head.