Lee Yuna Sang hates her life. Her mother is struggling with depression and is never home. Yuna is already coping with the loss of her little brother. Her mother transitions her from homeschool to public school, and Yuna meets some people who she wan...
(A/n) OMG READ THE TITLE DANGER JUST CAME ON WHILE I WAS TYPING LOL
I looked up in shock. I had expected for me to fall dead on the ground, not Kim! Jungkook rushed over to me and untied my hands, then Yoongi's. He rushed to me and threw me into a kiss. "I'm so glad you're not dead." I laughed and chuckled, "Me too."
Then, Yoongi turned around and pulled Jungkook into a gigantic man-hug.
"Aish, Kookie, I actually thought you were about to kill my girlfriend..."
"Hyung, I was jealous you two for a tiny bit, but I got over it long ago. Plus, like you said, Bangtan raised me. I couldn't go back on you like that."
"Hey, Jungkook, how the HELL did you even wind up here?" I asked, dumbfounded. He looked at me, and then quickly turned to Yoongi, who gave a quick shake of his head. Jungkook didn't answer my question.
"Umm... hello? I'm still here..."
"Uh... you don't need to know, Yuna. It's not important." Yoongi said quickly. I eyed him suspiciously. It was obvious he was hiding something, but I wasn't going to start prodding yet. Not here, not now. I pretended to shrug it off and slipped my hand into Yoongi's. He and Jungkook led me to the exit of the room. Again, I wondered, how they knew the way around. The layout of this place was almost like outside. Alleys, tunnels, and crevices lined everything. It was creepy, almost like being inside the out. Think about that.
I was sooo glad to get out of the labyrinth. I took a deep gulp of damp, fresh night air, and paused to thank whoever was in the heavens for keeping me alive. Yoongi pulled my wrist almost immeadiately. "Yuna, keep moving. We aren't safe yet. Kim's cronies could be wandering around, looking for us." After an hour of walking, dodging, and hiding in the shadows, we got to the house. Yoongi pulled me in gently. He said goodbye to Jungkook, and then faced me.
"Jungkook was apart of them, wasn't he?" I asked. Yoongi froze, then nodded. "But... uhm... I'd rather we don't talk about it." He said. I nodded. He didn't have to if he didn't want to. I pulled him into a hug. He was tense, really tense. And he only stiffened up more when I wrapped my arms around him.
"Yoongi...?" I lilted him name quietly. I looked at him and he avoided my gaze. "Yoongi." I said firmly. "What's wrong?" Again he froze.
"Yoongi! What's WRONG?" I demanded. He finally looked at me. "Yuna... I..."
"I'm sorry." He said. I snapped my head up, staring into his eyes. "Why. What happened Yoongi?"
"I've led you on... for so long."
"What the hell are you talking about, Yoongi?"
"This." He said. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I ran to it and pulled it open. There, standing in ragged clothes and holding a little unicorno, was my beautiful, sweet, kind, adorable little brother.
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"Kw-Kwang?" I stammered.
"Yuna..." He said. His voice, tiny, and unsure.
I let out a small wail and engulfed him in my arms. Sobbing his name over and over again, I felt his arms, his hair, his cheeks. He was here, really here. My brother was alive. He had been alive for hears and I had no idea. "Kwang... where were you?" I asked.
"I... I was with my family." he said. I looked at him strangely. "No, Kwang. Mommy and Daddy split up, and Mommy.... Mommy died..." I said.
"No, Mama didn't die. Mama is in Taiwan, with Papa. And my little sister. I came to visit you. They said I could visit you, Mama and Papa. Told me, you have a sister is South Korea. You have a sister who wants to see you. Mama and Papa sent me on a plane. The plane was high up! I could see the clouds in the plane!"
Kwang was different. He spoke like he did when he was five. And, he didn't have a little sister. Plus, he always called our parents Mommy and Daddy, not Mama and Papa. Suddenly, it clicked.
What Yoongi had been hiding. Kwang wasn't dead, that wasn't what he was hiding. It was that Kwang didn't remember anything. If Kwang was alive, Yoongi would have told me immediately. But, the truth sank in, and it hurt more than when I thought Kwang had died.
It's painful when a family member dies.
But it hurts even more when a family member doesn't remember you.
***2 months later***
Every moment We were awake, me and Yoongi spent time with Kwang. His parents had given him to us for 2 months, and I did everything I used to with Kwang. Forget school, like that mattered. Only Kwang had importance now. Besides, it was just about the beginning of summer break. We tried to get Kwang to remember anything about his past life, but it was useless. Now, I was packing his suitcase. Today, Kwang was flying back to Taiwan. I put in his clothes, plus the ones we had bought for him, and the toys we spoiled him with. I even found his unicorno, which had disappeared for a while, and tucked it in a small pocket. Suddenly, I remembered mine, which was actually his. I fished it out and inspected it. I knew this was the original one, because it had the little red mark from when Kwang got into my art supplies. The new one was exactly the same, but newer. That was weird. It was highly unlikely that his new parents picked out the exact same one coincidentally. "Kwang?" I called him in. He ran into the room and perked up.
"What's this?" I asked, holding up the tiny unicorn.
"Oh, that. Its my favorite toy. I saw it and it looked familiar, so I asked for it. It felt really important like something I should've remembered. I think I had one, but it had a little red mark."
I cautiously held up his real unicorno. "Kwang, this was yours when you were little." I said. He gently took the unicorn and turned it in his hands, finding the red mark. His eyes widened. He froze, and his eyes teared up. "Yuna..." he started.
"Where's Mom and Dad?" he asked. I looked at him. He was on the verge of tears, and it looled like he just witnessed someone dying. I very carefully said,
"Mom and Dad are in Taiwan. You are flying back to them today." His eyes got that glazed look again, and his 5 year old grammar returned. He was normal again. And he would be better off this way. It killed me to do it, but it was better. Suddenly, I felt Yoongi's arms wrap around me. "You're amazing." He whispered.
Kwang looked up at us. "Yuna, you'll invite me to your guys's wedding, right?" He asked. I burst out laughing. Yoongi glanced at me. "What's so funny?" he asked, and then nodded at Kwang, mouthing the word, Yes.
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I gave Kwang one last hug, holding him tightly. "Don't forget about me" I said.
"I won't" He replied. Then, he turned and walked onto the plane. We waved at him through the glass wall. He smiled through the plane window. I wiped away tears, as we stood there and it took off. "You did everything you could. And he had so much fun." Yoongi said to me. I collasped onto his chest and let him comfort me. When I was calmed, we drove home and he let me steal his mochii ice cream.
We were definitely naming our first son Kwang. No doubt. And Yoongi will never change my mind.
