The Truth Untold // Jimin & Jinyoung (BTS & GOT7)

Chapter 1 // Ungrateful

A horde of yellow dandelions litters the meadow. The sound of chirping chicks fills the air with joy. The scene is spirit-refreshing and pastoral. The tips of the tall grasses tickle my hands as I walk across the field, admiring its beauty. There are two tall figures standing not far from me. Who are they? I squint my eyes, trying to get a better look. Tears comes rolling down my cheek.

"Eomma!? Appa!?" I cry out.

I sprint across the field. As I got closer to them, they slowly fade away.

"Andwae! (No way)"

I stretch out my arms, trying to grasp my mum's hand. But I was too late. She had already disappeared. I collapsed to my knees, mourning for my parents.

"Kajima! (Don't Go)" I yearn repeatedly.

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!* I slammed my hand onto the alarm clock.

Aish, that dream again. I sighed as I wiped the tears away from my cheeks

Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face with my blanket. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and blind me. I sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my knuckles onto my eyes. I look at my calendar.

14th of November – My parent's death anniversary

I drag myself downstairs and head towards the kitchen. What shall I make for breakfast? ...Seaweed soup and kimchi it is! If I must say so myself, I'm practically a professional chef after being a slave for my aunty for so many years.

"Breakfast is ready!"

Down came my Aunty and her precious son with their awfully messy hair.

"Stop bragging about your cooking skills, you show off" Jun says, rolling his eyes. Jun is my cousin. He's only three years older me but he treats me as if he's my master.

How are you not grateful? At least you have food! Someone else makes it for you too! Damn it. Why can't these words come out of my mouth? As much as I hate to, I choose to ignore him otherwise it would cause more trouble. I engulf down the food as fast as I can, trying to be out of their sight as much as possible. Food, check. Flowers, check. All ready to go. As I'm heading out to the door, my aunty stopped me.

"Yah, Hye Jin, where are you running away off to?" Aunty questions me, giving me a threatening stare.

"I'm not running away. I need to go somewhere."

"What's in that basket of yours?" My aunty asked while scavenging through my basket

"It's for my parents' *death anniversary*. I need to visit their grave."

My aunty gives me a disgusted look before yanking the basket out of my hands and tossing it on the floor.

I bit my bottom lip while looking at the food rolling everywhere. I'm so fed up with this bullsh*t.

"Who cares if it's your parents' death anniversary. They already left you 12 years ago, making this old lady here raise you. I provide you with clothes, food and a shelter. And you still go to their grave complaining. You ungrateful b*tch!" she hits the back of my head every sentence she said.

I tightly grabbed her wrist, stopping her from hitting me. I pushed her away. "YOU SAY YOU PROVIDE ME CLOTHES, FOOD, AND SHELTER AND YET HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT THAT THE MONEY YOU USE RIGHT NOW IS ALL MY PARENTS' MONEY? YOU SAY I'M UNGRATEFUL? WHAT MAKES YOU THEN? YOU NEVER EVEN VISIT YOUR SISTER'S GRAVE FOR THE PAST 12 YEARS. YOU...

Suddenly, Jun slaps me with all his force, cutting me off and making me collapse to the floor. I clutched my cheek in tears as I ran away.

Why is my life like this? Ever since my parents died, every day, I feel no love, no freedom, no anything. Why?

*A death anniversary is an anniversary for a dead person. It is a custom in several Asian cultures. In Korean,the women of the family traditionally prepare an elaborate set of dishes,including tteok, jeon, jeok, and so forth.*