2: Flickers

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It's been few days since then. I still couldn't grab what happened to me. It was too overwhelmed for me to accept it, to accept that i'm still alive in someone else body.

During these days, the old woman that I assumed was 'my mother' was always by my side. After the meeting with the doctor, I could see the pain, yet relief look on her when words that I don't understand came out from him. After that, she came close to me and continuously said those words I don't understand, yet I understood what she tried to say. All I remember was 'omma.' I guess that's what the Korean call their mother.

Other than her who never dismissed from my side, there this attractive guy. He would always sat by my side with a dull look on him. I don't know who he was. Was he 'my' brother ? Was he 'my' lover then ? 

His expression is the only one I couldn't put a finger on. I don't know if he feels sad or relief, he was like a lifeless doll. He doesn't look as miserable as my mother, and he doesn't look happy either. They talked for a few occasions, and I heard a familiar word came from his mouth.

"ommonim" or something like that.

I guess, he's my brother. He called my mother 'omma' too. Seeing how attractive he is, it makes me curious how I would look like. I've never seen my face after that 'miracle' happened. What if, this body is that woman body ?

As if the two had read my mind, the guy gently put his hand behind my back and pushed me up. I don't know what happened but I feel like I would lie back down if his hand wasn't there.


Am I losing ability to sit ?


He then ever so gently drew circle behind my back with his big hand. Seeing how gentle he treated me this past few days, it makes me think that he might be one of the brothers where they would treat his little sister like a princess. I slowly turned to look at him and met with a fake smile which rather beautiful. 

"Jungkook-ah"  that's what I heard from my 'omma' and he turned his head towards her. 


So his name is Jungkook-ah ?


They talked again in that language I don't understand, and I found myself getting carried by him bridal style. He did it so gently that I don't even feel afraid, yet protected. 


What a good brother.


He then gently placed me on a tiny chair that situated in front of a big mirror with minimal make up kit on the table. It was a big make up table with less make up things. I assumed that the woman doesn't like make up.

Then I looked up to the big mirror, and I swore I could hear myself gasped. The reflection I saw somehow broke my heart. There stood a woman with a long, black hair cascaded down past her shoulders and a pair of dark eyes that complement her pale skin. 


I am her.


Tears unknowingly string down my cheeks, and I realized after I felt a hand wipe them out off my face. I instantly reacted by the touch, looking up to the one who did it. 

Jungkook-ah looked down to me with his eyes crooked up in worry. Tears started to pour heavier after that, for unknown reasons. I even hitched so hard, that he pulled me into his strong arms, wrapping his arms around me. I placed my face in his chest as I cried, doesn't care if his shirt went damp because of my tears. I couldn't held the unknown sobs that continuously came to my throat.

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