✔ GONE BY [I'm In love]

Chapter 39| 사랑하고 혼자서

[JUNGKOOK]

After I left Taehyung the other day we met, I found a calling card in my jacket's pocket. I knew he slid it in because there's something about it.

There's something BIG about it, because it was only the address I'm currently staying at. Every memory before reminisced in my mind, and that was the moment I felt my heart was being pricked by something. Nasty memories.

I thought I should forget it, but it was still part of my life. How should I consider it if it only brought nothing but cruelty in my life?

I've been standing ten meters away the house for five minutes. I just don't think it's easy to face everything in that house again after suffering so hard. I can't assure if I'm enough brave to be there without feeling anything, because I might end up torn into pieces all over again.

I eventually tromped towards the house and entered the open door. I haven't seen the view inside since all windows are closed, and I only snapped out when I finally witnessed what's happening inside.

The bottle he was holding dropped on the floor and he continued drinking the glass of whiskey. Not even finishing it, he shoved the rest of the bottles and glasses on the table without knowing I'm there.

I clumped towards him and pulled his shoulder. Not seeming so shock, he batted my arm away and he hollered in anger.

"GAH!"

He was in an awful condition right now. I pity him in some ways and I don't like the way our old house adds up to the tense between us.

My brother's eyes were stuffed of madness and hatred, but beyond them, I can sense the inevitable sorrow inside him. Even I hated him so much of stealing what's mine, I just barged forwards and embraced him tight.

"Stop please... hyung..."

He's like getting back into his old self; the rude guy who had been engulfed of bad vices because of depression and anxiety. He's like that, the one who releases everything through drinking alcohols even it can slowly kill us.

Poor hyung. I don't want to see him flounder like this. Even the world betrays me, I don't want him to be like this again. It just softens everything. My eyes are betraying me. I don't want to drop my tears!

I closed my eyes, and didn't let him escape from my arms. Suddenly, he just pushed me away and I walloped against the wall, producing a loud thwack.

I looked up at him who's stepping away from me. The squinty eyes of mine glittered in disdain and I leaped in front of him, flogging his face with intense power.

Seeing my brother smashed down by the stairs so bad, I heaved. He spat blood on one of the steps and coughed. The pain he's feeling was difficult to discern the way he stays up firmly.

I snapped out of my trance again, wondering why I did that to my brother. He's in a bad shape and I was already the one who's diminishing the ego I must really sustain. But why he'd need to fight me?

I furrowed my forehead and clutched his cloth, lifting him up from the floor.

"I was supposed to be one who needs to preserve pride here," I said with a raspy tone of voice.

He also seized my neckpiece harder which was really unreadable.
"I've had enough."

His grip only tightened and he whacked me on the ground. A groan slipped off my mouth, feeling the sofa hitting my side and something pointy slicing my left cheek. The tingling pain was still there, and the wound on my cheek was starting to get numb.