The Girl from Busan

Oooh, Brother.

I get back home and throw myself on Jimin's bed.

7:21 pm, the clock reads.

I sigh and grab my phone to text him. He must still be in the airport, waiting in line. Is it bad that I'm incredibly clingy? I've been clingy to him all my life. It's only now that I felt the lack of his presence. I feel so alone, even though my mom and Jungkook are in the same house as I am. Dang, how can I live like this ugh.

*Door slams open*

"Dahyun-ah, mom got an emergency to attend to. I'm in charge."

Great. Jungkook is the last person I want to talk to right now. And to my luck, he's in charge. Amazing.

I keep my eyes glued on my screen and nod.

"Where are your manners?" He asks sternly.

Ha ha ha. Funny. You should ask yourself that one day.

I look up and smile sarcastically.
"Sorry. They're right here."

"Aish. Anyway, do you want to prepare dinner or order?"

"We can order so we don't have to do the dishes."

He laughs. "Okay, great idea."
He walks out and runs down to the telephone. I stayed on the bed. I didn't want to leave just yet. I stared at ceiling, letting the memories flood back in my head:

8 years ago, I was on the plane with my mom's cousin. My face was really red and my eyes were really swollen from crying. I was on my way to Korea. I barely knew how to speak Korean. English was the only language I knew. My dad would teach me a bit of korean, but it never stuck to me. When me and my Aunt stepped out of the airport, we saw my mom, Jimin and Jungkook, standing at a distance. My aunt ran to my mom and hugged her. I followed and ended up in front of Jimin. He was carrying a sign that said "Welcome home!"

"Hi! If you don't remember me, I'm Jimin. I'll be taking care of you from now on," he smiled. I stay silent because I barely understood him. I looked over at Jungkook who looked like he didn't want to be there.
"That's your other brother, Jungkook." Jimin goes close to me and whispers in English. "He scared of girls," he laughs as he looked at Jungkook. Jungkook didn't have any of it and punched Jimin's bicep. I chuckled and found myself staring at Jimin's bicep. Dang, for a 14 year old, it was pretty toned. I looked away and locked eyes with my mom, who was apparently looking at me for quite awhile now. Probably wondering why I was staring at my brother's muscles.

Hey, don't judge. It was the first time I got to meet him in person. 😂

My mom smiled and hugged me.
"You're going to be okay."

*End of flashback*

I open my eyes and look around. Wait what..it's 8:23 pm already??? I pop out the bed and run downstairs, there to see Jungkook eating all by himself.

"You ordered without me?"

"You were sleeping. I learned my lesson from trying to wake you up the last time," he replied.  He lifted his sleeve to expose the bruise I made on his bicep.
"That hurt, you know," he said as he put another bite of food in his mouth.

"Oh right. Sorry."

I sat down beside him and watched him eat. He lifted a plastic bag from the floor and got a box of chapchae.
"Here," he handed into me, "I got you this since I didn't know what you wanted."

"Oh thanks."

I opened the box, but didn't eat. I stared at the contents inside and another memory replays in my head.

A few weeks after my dad's death, Jimin taught me how to speak korean. He devoted 3 hours everyday just to teach me. If I did well, he'd buy me chapchae.

Small things trigger my emotions and once that happens, I can't stop myself. My emotions got the best of me and I start crying on the spot. I lean back on my chair and bury my face in my hands. It's pathetic to see an 18 year old cry randomly, but hey that's me.

"Dahyun-ah. Quiet down," Jungkook says.

"It's easy for you to say."

"Just please. I'm trying to eat."

"You're now incapable of eating just cause I'm crying?" I raise my voice in frustration.

So damn annoying.

"Dahyun," he says calmly. I cry louder until I felt his warm hands on my shoulders. He shook me gently, then stopped when I looked up at him. He was so unsure of what he was doing. As if he never comforted a girl before. Pretty sure he has never though.

He looked at me, annoyed and went back to his seat, which was in front of mine.
"This is hard for you as much as it is for me," he said.

"I know," I stuttered, "It's just that I'm not used to this yet. You know, it'll only be you and me."

"Get used to it then."

So cold, this boy.

"It's not that easy."

"Well look at me. Do you think this is easy? My big brother left and now I'm the one who was left in charge. I have to take care of you, mom, the house. Do you know how big a burden this is?"

I...never really thought of that. Damn, this makes me feel a bit guilty now.

"I- don't know what to say."

"Good. Now just continue eating. I've had enough talking for one day."

He chugged down his water, stood up and walked to his room. I was left alone in the dining table, to clean up his and my mess. Speaking of mess. I'm such mess ugh. I wish mom was home. At least I would have someone to talk to. It's summer right now and all my friends are on vacation so I have no one to hang out with.

After finishing my food, I get up to collect the trash. As I was washing my hands, my eyes made contact with the moon through the window. I quickly run up to my room and make my way to my favorite spot of the house, the roof. I climb outside my room's window, and slowly climb to the top of the house, on all fours. I've done this too many times before, I know how to get up the roof with my eyes closed, but I'd rather not. 😂

I watch the clouds as they slowly move from left to right. I watched the moon's reflection dancing on the river. Everything seemed so peaceful. Everything except for me. As much as I want to run away from home, I can't. I care for Jungkook, I really do. I can't just leave him behind. But like what he said, I'm one of his burdens. So maybe it could be beneficial. Will I run away? And if I will, is it for the benefit of me or Jungkook? Or for the both of us?

Ugh. I don't want to think anymore. Maybe I should sleep.

I slowly crawl down the roof and jump on my room's balcony. I snuggle in my blankets and close my eyes. As I was about to fall asleep, the door opens gently. I felt someone walking towards me, but I kept my eyes closed. The person walked towards my bed and just..stayed there. He smelled like he just took a bath. It must be Jungkook. He's usually done taking shower at this hour.
"I'm sorry," he says silently.

Wait-- what??

He turned my lamp off for me then walked out, closing the door ever so slowly so that it wouldn't make a sound. Once he was gone, I opened my eyes to check of he was really wasn't there. I sighed in relief then plopped back on my bed.

Did he really just say that? And he turned my lamp off. Is this kid trying to be nice? Because I'm not buying any of it. Sure, he checked on me before he went to bed, apologized and turned my lamp off, but that doesn't mean anything! Does it?

No. WAIT- yes?? Ugh. No, Dahyun! Jungkook is not nice, he's never been.

He never will be.

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DISCLAIMER

I love Jungkook with all my heart. So please don't say I'm hating on him, bc I'm not. Jungkook is a literal darling. I just wanted to exaggerate his "Bad Boy-ness" for the sake of the storyline. That is all. ♡