Often | JJK

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"Chaos is an angel who fell in love with a demon."

[Brother and Joker]

I knew for sure the man behind the wheel was still staring at my bare legs everytime he had the chance to. But the irritation I felt through
his obvious stares, was nothing compared to the tension in my bones, knowing what I was getting myself into.

I took a glance outside, getting shivers down my spine, facing the fog, that surrounded the ghost town my brother decided to live in.

I could already feel the deadly coldness, swearing mentally at myself for wearing a short skirt.

This town seemed exactly the opposite of the place I used to live: poor, cold, dead.

Even the man was asking himself, for which crazy reason a seventeen years old girl with a inappropriate outfit, had this place as destination on her list.

I tried to play off my uncomfortness, telling myself, that the shitty weather outside or the fact  that no one was to be seen around was just a considence and had nothing to do with the reputation of this town.

I held my phone tightly, feeling disappointed on not seeing the name on the screen I wanted to see.

But everything faded, when the car suddenly stopped and the driver clicked on the button frozening the salty price I had to pay for the drive, showing me, that my step-brother wasn't by now that far away from me.

I took my bag, taking the requested money and after paying, I felt free to get out from the car.

"Keep the change."

Right after, I saw the taxi leaving me in a deserted road and I couldn't accept, that the old apartment in front of my eyes was exactly the place my brother lived all that time.
I was starting to think, that he left me in the wrong road or even wrong town.

With my huge suitcase in my hand , I took a big breath before going towards the apartment, planning mentally how to avoid possible awkward situations with him.

But did he change?

I was already in front of his door and I could not believe, that I was about to see him again.

The memories of a 16 years old Taehyung, under controlled substances coming from an unknown city in South America, leaving ruthlessly our house after the force of our parents, were going through my mind.

He just needed someone to understand him, but I was too young and he was too addicted.

So my parents abandoned him.

The imagines of a 13 years old me, crying in his empty room, waiting like a dog for his comeback, that never came, were going through my head.
But why should someone come back to place, he has been kicked out?

"Hello?" Sinked in my own thoughts, I didn't realized, that the person I missed incredibly much was finally standing in front of me.

20 inches taller, defined jawline and with a particular greyish coloured hair.

"Hey Taehyung."
I hated myself, when my voice cracked.

My heart skipped a beat, when his questioning big eyes were analysing me and my bags in my back, taking into consideration, that he wasn't the person I was looking for.

"Who are you?" The whole world literally fell on me by hearing his question, pronounced by an incredably husky voice.

For four years, I neither saw him nor talked to him, but how is it possible, that he deleted me from his life, in a way he couldn't even remember my face? But beside it I contacted him to stay with him, so he should have known about my visit.
But his eyes told me the opposite and my eyes were filled with sadness and the tears weren't  far away to come.