His Little Sister | Bts FF | Edited |

Chapter 2

Min Jee hopped into the cinnamon scented SUV. "Hey Appa," Min Jee greeted, her American ways paved its way through her Korean language. Her father kept his stoic expression, a small nod of acknowledgment towards Min Jee. She looked at him in curiosity, he wasn't like this, he was very frendly and cheerful. I must've done something wrong, Appa is only ever like this when he's mad at me.. aigoo. The drive home was quiet, and the atmosphere seemed tense yet, melancholy. The quiet hum of the engine and the light static of the radio kept Min Jee sane. She would glance every two minutes at her father, wracking her brain trying to figure out what she did wrong. The car came to a hault as it parked in front of their blue colored home. Min Jee watched her dad exit rather quickly, and head inside. "Appa?" She mumbled, although he was no longer within ear shot of her. She exited the car and cautiously entered the house. She entered the kitchen, only to see her mother quietly cooking, while her dad sat at the table waiting. The sizzle and quiet ticking of a nearby clock echoed in the otherwise quiet household. The floor creaked under each step she took, her feet leading her to a chair at the table. "Hi mom," Min Jee greeted, her mother radiated sorrow and timidness. They all sat in the brown colored table, it's hand carved design as if out of an old horror movie house. The small clattering of the silverware upon the plates irritated Min Jee, her home was usually lively and cheerful, now it was dull and quiet. Her parents were goofy and friendly, now they sat isolated and upset. Having enough of the silent treatment, Min Jee placed her silverware down on the table, a loud 'thud' catching her parents attention. "What's with this atmosphere? Neither have you said a thing since I've gotten here, is there something I did wrong?" Min Jee questioned, hating it when her parents ignored her. She wanted them to be proud of her, not be upset with her. The two adults looked at one another, their eyes speaking instead of their mouths. Min Jee waited patiently, her overwhelming curiosity and anxiousness kept her on edge. Before long her father turned to her, his eyes filled with an unreadable emotion, something foreign to her. "Remember how I told you there was something important we needed to tell you?" He asked, his voice gruffly and strained. Min Jee nodded, her hazel brown locks bouncing in agreement. Her mother sighed and set her silverware down, her tired eyes couldn't bare to look at the wonderful girl she raised. "We wanted to tell you, that.... we're.... not your real parents." Her once strong confident voice, now quivered and cracked, tears threatening to fall. She let out a shaky sigh, a signal for her husband to continue in her place. "We've wanted to tell you for a while now, but we always postponed it, we didn't feel like you were ready, but now we have no choice." Min Jee stared in complete shock, her body had become stiff, and refused to move or breath. They're not... they're not my real.... what?... I'm.... adopted? Her brain went in a thousand different directions, trying to make sense of the situation. As a sick joke, her brain replayed her favorite memories with them. All the happiness seemed like a lie now, as if they had tricked her, she was never truly happy. Tears prickled down her cheeks, before turning into streams. Her heart cracked slowly, then all at once broke, the remains resting gentlt in her chest. Her beautiful hazel eyes now blood shot red, as she silently cried.

"Did you just pretend then?" Her voice cracked. "Did you pretend to love me?" She sobbed now, her throat burned. "No! Of course not! Not for a second did we lie about loving you," her mother, or rather, the person she thought was her mother, spoke up. The man she assumed and believed was her father blinked back his tears. His heart ached, year by year he watched her grow. As she grew up, his heart broke ever more, She's not my daughter, he should be the one to guide her... then again... is that atmosphere really a place for an innocent little girl to grow up in? He would think. It was always nagging him in the back of his head. "Then.... where are my real parents? Why did they give me away? Am I horrible?" Min Jee cried, as a growing teenager, her insecurities and anxiety risen. She had fought them down, but recently they bubbled at the surface, catching her off guard at the strangest of times. Now they all poured out, her fears of being accepted, thrown out the window, her anxiety of trusting people, now sent more pain through her. She looked at them, she didn't see them as her beloved parents anymore. She saw them as traitors and strangers, people she no longer trusted. "... Who are you then? Have you fed me lies my whole life? Do you even care about me? Has anyone ever fucking cared about me?!" She yelled. She was more angry at herself than at them, angry that she let them fool her, that she let them settle in her heart as the people she looked up to. "Excuse me, that language is unnecessary-" the man was once her everything now proceed to act as a father. "You're not my real Dad!" She slammed her hands down. He sat back in his chair, "No... I'm not... your father... your real father was my brother.. your mother was my sister-in-law, " he explained, his broken heart finally leading him to the truth. Min Jee sniffled and silently cried, "So that makes you my aunt and uncle?" She heaved, tears unable to let her see clearly. They slowly nodded, the atmosphere was thicker than ever before, Min Jee's pain and anger spreading through. "What happened to my real parents? Why didn't they want me? Why did they give me to you?" She proceeded to ask, Answers answers answers, her brain pressured, all she wanted were answers now. "Your parents..... were in a terrible.... accident." The woman answered, finally able to compose and discover her voice. "We were given to you by order, your parents.... they were very important people." She sighed, looking at the table, towards the young girls trembling hands, that were balled up into fists, turning her slightly tan knuckles white. "..... So they died?... how?" She asked, her brain wanting her to spout out so many questions at once and expecting quick answers. "That we can't say, all we can say is... we're sorry... for keeping it from you for so long... we did the best we could to raise you like our own, we held off starting a family to make sure you got the love and happy childhood we felt you deserve." The man now sobbed, he had held years worth of guilt and tears inside him, now everything was coming out all at once. Min Jee stared at the man, she didn't know how to react, or what to believe anymore. Her uneven breathing slowed to ask another question out of the millions she had. "Why... why tell me this now?.... out of all the years I thought I loved and trusted you, why NOW?! WHY NOW WHEN YOU KNOW IT WOULD HURT THE MOST?! YOU THINK IF I WAS EIGHT I WOULD BE AFFECTED BY IT?! I WOULD HAVE EATEN MY BOOGERS AND LIVED ON, WHAT NOW?!" Everything was a mess, the family was broken, the happy memories only brought anger and pain now.

"..... We were told to do so... we had no choice, Min Jee... our intention was never to hurt you..." the woman reached out for the young girls hand, but that hand was quickly moved away. "By who?... who told you? For what reason?" The man sighed, now being able to compose himself, trying to act professional. "We were told, by your older brother..."