Wrecked Experiment // BTS 방탄소년단 Fanfiction

Pt. 2 - recall

Jihyun

My hands are shaking. My lungs are choked.

There, in the sofa, holding hands. Eomma and Appa are shivering. Their eyes blankly bug out. White, foamy liquid drips out of their mouths.

"Eomma."

I could barely hear my trembling voice.

"Appa."

My legs are weakened. My body feels numb. It's like 2 AM. This is a dream, right?

But why do I feel hurt? Why do my fists get hurt?

Eomma's body is horribly quivering. So is Appa's.

No. This is not a dream. They suddenly stop moving and just stare blankly.

"EOMMA!! APPA!!"

I shake their bodies with my trembling hands, screaming. My tears are pouring down their pajamas. They don't react, nor breathing.

Jimin.

My feet immediately run towards Jimin's room upstairs, while my voice can't stop crying his name. But when I see his door open, my whole body shudders. My breath feels taken.

His room is messed up. His action figures are everywhere on the polar bear rug. The blanket is somewhere on the floor. There's a crack on one side of the wall, and shattered lava lamp under it.

What the hell is going on?

"NOONA!!"

I gasp. It's from outside. I run towards the window, screaming. Two guys with black face masks are gripping Jimin's arms and force him to get into a van.

"NOONA-... ARGH!"

"JIMIN-AH!"

I catch my breath heavily, holding my chest. A drop of sweat drips, draining my jaw.

"That dream again, Jihyun?"

From the front seat, Ara Unnie is looking at me, worried. With the same look, Mansoo Oppa also glances in the rear mirror, concerned of my condition.

I rub my face, taking a deep breath in despair. It's been three years and I've been dreaming the same thing almost every time I sleep. Day and night.

It's like that dream is never tired calling me out. That dream doesn't want to know that I'm actually trying so hard with every drop of my blood, finding where my little brother is. That dream is screaming in my ears,

I'm not trying enough.

It's been scaring me, for these three years.

"Don't think about it, Jihyun," Oppa said. His thin moustache almost makes his light smile covered.

Unnie nods. "Tomorrow, we're going to continue finding him. But tonight, it's all about you. The birthday girl!"

My eyes widen in disbelief. They've prepared something? Hearing Unnie's words is like I'm being poured happiness all of a sudden. "Have you guys done something that I don't know?"

They shut. But I can see Unnie tries to exchange smiling faces with Oppa who looks like pretending to focus on driving. He's the best at driving with closed eyes. He doesn't need to focus.

"Oh my God, guys! You shouldn't have!"

"Dammit, Jihyun. We picked you up from the street and you've been literally a pain in our ass for three years. Why would we add more burden to do that?" Oppa mumbles.

I pout. Oppa has been always this evil to me, but secretly he's the one who always puts a warm blanket over my body every night.

I'm sure tonight these amazing Han siblings are going to give me a birthday surprise. I can see Unnie's cute giggle through the rear mirror.

"We're out of gas, girls," Oppa reported.

"Finally!" I exclaimed. "Oh, God, I'm craving for Kit Kats."

"No, Jihyun. I'm afraid, only gas this time," Unnie said, smiling sadly to me through the mirror.

"What? 왜??" I whined.

"We almost get caught two times this week," Oppa reminds us.

I let out an unhappy breath, leaning back against my seat, mumble very quietly, "Not thrice yet."

"They're probably putting us in jail on three." Oh, my God. This ahboji has ears like bunnies.

We're arriving at a gas station and Mansoo Oppa seriously parks the van immediately at the gas. He's so lame. He's the one who taught me how to do something quietly without getting caught, but all of a sudden he's also the one who forbids it.

Mansoo Oppa leaps out of the van.

"Don't go anywhere," he orders, then closes the door to put the gas in.

I let out a deep breath.

"괜찮아, Jihyun-ie. You can take one snack in the back," said Unnie kindly, turning her head to me, smiling warmly. "Oppa is probably still upset about you slipping last time."

Ah, yes. We almost got caught while shoplifting last time because I slipped and hit the cans shelf, Oppa had to carry me to the van. But he wasn't mad at me. He asked me if I were bleeding instead. Always.

Good. Now I'm feeling guilty.

Just after a few minutes, Oppa suddenly opens the door and gets in rashly, immediately turns on the machine. He looks nervous.

"Oppa, what's going on?" Unnie asked, looking at him driving the car in a rush all of a sudden.

"HEY! STOP!"

I turn to the back, surprised. A man in a supermarket uniform is running far behind our van, screaming out some threats.

"Oh, my God. Did you-..." Unnie instantly exclaimed before those words even come out of my own mouth. Both me and Unnie give Oppa a shocked look. He didn't... right?

Mansoo Oppa keeps his sharp eyes to the road, and suddenly takes a box of Kit Kats out of his jacket and hands it to me.

I gasp.

"WHAT?!"

"Not just for you. I want them too."

I exchange shocked looks with Unnie, who's already smiling at me. Oh, my God. I bet being a little sister of Mansoo doesn't make Unnie the sister who can predict her big brother's behaviour. I can't either.

"OPPA-"

"Don't touch me!"

I smile at Oppa's cute anger after I tried hugging him.

"고마워, Oppa."

"Don't say that."

Unnie and I giggle silently at him. He's truly the best oppa I've ever known in my entire 22 years.

[to be continued]