Stigma #3 » k.th ✓

twenty nine

Focusing on Lisa would be a much better idea, indeed. I convinced myself.

"I got us drinks!"

She arrived in no time, carrying two cups of juice and gave me the watermelon-flavored. I began drinking, trying to contain what happened earlier.

"The principal suddenly added more homework this morning and of course, that cooped me up in my own room the whole day." She sighs exasperatedly, drinking down her misery as I was. We really are siblings, after all. "Are you okay?"

I shouldn't say anything about Clara. She won't probably bring her up if I don't, anyway. "I was a little worried you were trying to get away from me and lie again."

She pouts, trying to take a sip from her drink to avoid the awkwardness again. "I promised, didn't I?"

"Not to worry," I told her. "We're here to watch your boyfriend perform, after all."

"Ooh, is this a new brother trait to support your sister's boyfriend, hm?" I lightly flicked her on the head for teasing me like that.

"Yah, am I the same age as you? You're removing honorifics because I'm nice to you now?"

Without further ado, the hostess, Ms. Jisoo came forward center stage to announce the start of the performance. Surely enough, Lisa managed to spot him easily where he was placed. From watching him practice, after all. The music began, loudest one I've heard in my life.

You could see how much my sister adores him; from the bright eyes shining and her holding on to her chest as she watched him give his all on stage. I could've sworn Jimin was smirking to himself as the crowd cheered. It reminds me of his history with Clara.

"I forgot to ask," Lisa tried screaming at the top of her lungs just so I could hear her question. "Where's Clara-unnie?"

Okay, well, fun is over. Physically, subconsciously, I might not have realized my expression changed real quick from my cheeky smile down to a horrid frown. Looking away from Lisa would probably make things worse and obvious.

"Want to get out of here?" I ask, seeing as Jimin's part is over.

She had to look over to the stage to check things first before agreeing to. I hold her hand and squeezed through the crowd without letting her go; eventually making it out safe and alive to the gymnasium. Luckily, everyone was so busy and worked up enjoying the festival. Meanwhile, we had a private place to talk and hang out together, where no one can possibly judge us.

I grabbed the ball placed under the bleachers and started dribbling my way over to the center of the court. "How did you know it was there?"

"Simple. This is my comfort zone." I say as I jump a little higher than I did before, getting the ball through the hoop.

"Aren’t you going to tell me about what happened with you and unnie?"

I played with the ball in my hand, twirling it over my point finger, hopefully avoiding the question. "We broke up. Actually, she dumped me."

"I'm sorry." She automatically says. "Why would she dump you? Oh, no, did you try to make Vincent Van Gogh your nickname again?"

I roll my eyes at her first theory. "That's the dumbest reason for a break-up. That's the point; she's not telling me the truth why. She just kept rambling on and on about how we're not meant to be and such. Even though," I lift the ball up, failing to let it go through the hoop this time. I chased it before it got out. "I know there has to be another valid one. She seems so. . .afraid."

Never mind that. I shake my head out of the idea. Nothing good will come out of this if we continue this conversation. "Think fast." I chest passed the ball to her and she managed to catch it with her hands.