Mr. Step-Brother || Yoonmin

Five

Jimin's P.O.V

Mom. I hate mom today.

          I know that she has a new life now, even a new love. But I can't believe she forgot it. It keeps bugging me, why did she forgot it? Has the time really passed by quickly and it made her forget it? God, I really can't believe it.

She thought it's about soccer. She thought it's all about soccer. I've tried to shut my mouth, all day. When I woke up, I felt giddy, waiting for my mom to say something about today. But she didn't. She doesn't have any clue.

          At lunch break in school, I've decided that I would go to my old home. To visit someone. And now, here I am, at my father's graveyard, sobbing, missing him. At the same time, it's their anniversary. Mom and Dad's anniversary. And it's Dad's death anniversary. How can Mom forget about this? She knows how important this day to me.

My father died 6 years ago. At their anniversary day. Dad was driving his car while Mom was on the passenger seat. They were laughing, having fun. But it was put to an end when their car crashed.

"Dad..." I whisper, sobbing like a little kid I am. "I miss you so much. There are so many things I want to tell you, but probably, you can't hear me there, can you? I still want to talk to you. Dad, you know Mom has a new love life, don't you? Well, let me tell you, his name is Jongsoo. And he's really rich. But I refuse to call him dad, because you are my only dad. I wish that you were here, talking with me, playing with me. Like we used to do when you were still alive, living free. Dad, even though I'm 16, I still want to be with you. I miss you so much, Dad. And I love you too. Well, as you can see, Mom is not here. Probably because she's busy with the new family. Anyways, I think I'll be staying here with you tonight. It's okay with you, isn't it? Well, I'll just grab the tent and fix it here. Okay? Oh and Dad, I almost forgot. I have a new brother. Well, don't be mad, a step-brother. His name is Yoongi, and he's kind of an asshole. Scratch that, he is an asshole. Very arrogant. Very cold. Has a cocky attitude and he is full of himself. Can you believe it? He hates me. And I hate him, too. Well, I should grab the things, so, be right back!" The tears kept flowing down my cheeks, and I looked like a cry baby.

Dad. I miss my father so much. I thought Mom would be the one to suggest to go here. Turns out I'm wrong. Because I'm the only one who remembered this day. How important this day is.

Standing up, I went to the trunk of the car to got the folded tent and placed it in front of my father's grave, setting it up. Then I grabbed the flashlight and put it inside the tent, Just in case. Then I grabbed the foods, mostly junk foods, and the mango cake. Dad loves... loved mango cake.

I wiped off the tears and got a paper plate, a plastic fork and ate the mango cake. Yum. I wish I could share some of this delicious cake with dad. But I can't.

I grabbed the small pillow that I brought with me, and rested down my head. Groaning because I forget something, I zipped the tent and headed back to lie down, then I shut my eyes and let myself fall into unconsciousness.