Mr. Step-Brother || Yoonmin

Seven

Yoongi's P.O.V

For some reason, I got hurt when I saw Jimin's expression when he was slapped by Seung, his mother. He was hurt. I felt the pain. My heart clenched at the sight of him crying. Nobody said anything for awhile. Dad stood up, walking towards Seung as she cried.

          "Oh, God." She said as tears poured out of her eyes. "How could I do that? More so, how could I forget?"

          "Shh, darling." Dad soothed, comforting Seung. Seung just cried, clutching Dad's arm, as if her life depended on it. Her whole body was shaking. I was not feeling any sympathy for Seung, maybe a little, but it was mainly for Jimin. What happened that day? What happened on September 3? According to Jimin, September 3 is his Dad's death anniversary. At the same time, it's his father and mother's wedding anniversary. But something else happened on that day. It seems it's a very important day to Jimin.

"What's with September 3? I know, I heard from Jimin, that it's your late husband's death anniversary. But it is also your and your late husband's wedding anniversary. There's more to it, right, love?"

Seung sniffed and wiped her tears using the back of her hand. She nodded. "September 3, is the date when Song-ho died. We were on the trip, with Jimin. We were laughing, smiling, having fun. That day was also our family bonding, it was Sunday. And Sunday is always a family day to us." She said, tears starting to pour out of her eyes again.

I listened to the conversation, wanting to know more. It interests me all of a sudden. Jimin, I've known him just half a year ago. We live in the same house. But I really don't know him. I don't know his favorites, his likes and dislikes. I just know him by his name. Park Jimin.

Now, I want to know him. The real him. The truth behind his past. In half a year, I've been a complete asshole to him. In half a year, I've tried to get him out of our house, to my life. In half a year, I've tried pushing him away from his mother, from Dad, from me. "Jimin was daring us to kiss. So Song-ho leaned down and did the dare. He was supposed to pay attention to the road... but he wasn't. The car crashed. Jimin and I were the only survivors. We were..." She cried even more.

"Shh, love." Dad said, rocking Seung back and forth. "You don't have to continue if you don't want to. Tomorrow, we'll talk to Jimin. Okay?" Seung just shook her head.

          "Jimin. When we were brought to the hospital. Jimin had a lot of injuries. He wasn't buckled up that day. He... When we were admitted, when we got home, he became different. He was always happy, bubbly, caring. But he changed. Every night, he will have a nightmare about it. I've tried to put him in a psychological test, I've tried to talk to him about it, but he always tries to push me away. He doesn't want to talk about it. Unfortunately, I can't do anything about it."

          So that's the problem.

          Dad's eyes were wide, like he couldn't believe it himself. How someone like Jimin can ignore that tragedy? Jimin. He always masks his feelings so people won't see it, so people won't feel it. Even I admit that I didn't feel and see it. Seung's body was still tensed, shaking. Visualizing the worst event can mentally hurt you, even remembering it. Visualizing is worst than remembering.

I had decided that I wouldn't go to the party. I knew that people at the party would be shocked and disappointed. I was always present at the parties. Until now. And the reason for it is Jimin. I knew Ga-yun would be mad at me, but I didn't give a damn right now. I kind of love her, but sometimes, she can be annoying as hell. And I hate annoying bastards.

          Heading upstairs, to my room, every step was making my feet numb, caused by the burning chest filled with sympathy towards Jimin. It's an unusual feeling for me. I rarely have sympathy towards others. But somehow, somewhat, Jimin is the first.