I'm sorry brother ⚣ vkook ⚣ completed

Chapter 26

It was evening, skies dark and stars bright. The party was still on going. We were sitting at the lounge, talking and drinking.

I had a few drinks, not much, I didn't entirely feel like it. I was talking with Beakhyun, admiring the beautiful ring on his finger and the happy smile still plastered on his face.

By the time it was 1am I had excused myself for a bit, wheeling myself slowly inside the house, away from the business of the party. My eyes were droopy and my head was aching, but I didn't let it show. I didn't want to ruin the party.

With a wine glass, that I got from the kitchen, in hand I sat in the living room. Watching everyone from behind the glass.

"Tae?" A soft voice sounded from behind me. I could see him in the reflection of the mirror, walking closer to me until his hands rested on my shoulders. I took another sip from my drink.

"Are you tired?" Jungkook leaned down, arms around me and head on my shoulder. He was watching them together with me.

"Don't worry, go have fun" I leaned my head against his.

"We can go home, it's late" he whispered.

"It's alright" I turned my head to kiss his cheek, smiling against his gold brown skin.

His arms tightened around me, as if afraid to let go. He probably was, even if he didn't voice it.

I suddenly realised how much Jungkook had changed. He used to be bubbly and happy when he was young, playing with Jimin and I every day. He had the most beautiful bunny smile and had energy like no other.

When our parents died, 5 years ago, there were no laughs and smiled. He became gloomy and dark, I couldn't reach to him back then. He got on the wrong path for a while. Drugs and fights were inevitable, smoking one cigarette after the other.

Our caretaker didn't care enough to notice. She was just looking after us until I reached the age of 16, when she decided to quit. Child services didn't know about this, and I didn't want them to find out. They would take us away and put us in an orphanage. We wouldn't get adopted anyway, no one wants to adopt a teenager. I looked after us both, and as much as Baekhyun and Chanyeol wanted us to be looked after, they didn't dare to call child services. They knew we didn't want that, neither did they.

But then Jimin, Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi got him out again. They did noticed how he had distanced himself from them. But one habit led to another, the drugs stopped, and the drinking and clubbing didn't. He was only 15 back then.

And now, two years(almost three) later, he was back to the old him. The one that laughed and smiled more, even though he was much more mature. And even when our circumstances weren't the best, he could still make me feel loved. He looked happy, even if we all knew it wouldn't last.

I had never been the best at figuring him out. He was like a puzzle I couldn't seem to find all the pieces if. He could hide his emotions so well with than blank, unreadable, look on his face. His actions were confusing. One moment he would be smiling at me and the next a bottle was thrown at my head.

Who could blame him? His parents died, he went down the wrong path, I wasn't able to give him the love he deserved. And now he was taking care of me, a terminally sick brother who was supposed to take care of him, not the other way around. I wasn't enough, and I knew that. He deserve so much more.

And still he was here, with me in his arms, my nose brushing against his cheek as he stared outside.

"Let's go home" I was already drifting off.

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I was being pushed by Baekhyun, down the small path of the park near his house. He was telling me about the honeymoon he and Chan would have in a few weeks.

I sat still, listening to the description of where they would go to, somewhere to the jungle in Thailand. A tiny smile played on my pale face, head hung forward, watching the road before me.

He was so caught up in the moment he didn't see how I had hunched forward at first. Only when he looked down he saw it.

"Tae? Are you okay" He asked. My hands were shaking on the armrest.

"Taehyung!" He stood in front of me, pushing me back in the seat before I fell out of the wheelchair. My mouth was wide open, short rasps coming from my throat. I couldn't breathe properly.

"Hold on Tae" He held my hand, his other fishing his phone out of his pocket to call an ambulance.

My went vision hazy, I could only see a shadow of where he stood.

"Open your eyes Taehyung!" He almost yelled at me. A whimper escaped my throat. I was scared. I didn't want to go to sleep, but I couldn't stop my eyes from closing.