Twisted Love || Completed ||

8

*y/n POV*

Me: "No way..."

Jungkook: "What?"

Me: "that's...that's my sister..." I half whisper to him so they can't hear me.

Jungkook: "you have a sister?!" He follows my whisper tone.

Me: "yeah she's like 27 by now my brother is 25 and they used to be close but my sister ran away when she was 16 after she was getting abused and in a fight with my parents. I haven't seen her since..."

Jungkook: "go talk to her!"

Me: "No! It's...it's been forever..."

Jungkook: "exactly!"

Me: "but she's with her boyfriend!"

Jungkook: "So?!"

Me: "Jungkook-ah...please...I don't want to talk to her..."

Jungkook: "why?"

Me: "We...kinda ended on bad terms..."

Jungkook: "what do you mean?!"

~flashback 11 years ago~

Hana: "your just a disgrace to the family."

She throws her clothes in a backpack along with other necessities.

Me: "why are you so mean to me?"

Hana: "why are you so annoying?"

Me: "I just don't understand why you make me miserable..."

Hana: "because your the youngest of the family...you get whatever you want. But really your stupid and you suck at everything."

Me: "at least I'm not running away..."

Hana: "at least I'm not going to get ABUSED. And I don't have to deal with your annoying ass or our parents. You need to learn how to be tough and not rely on people. Your weak, you don't deserve to be apart of this family."

Tears start to roll out of my eyes. She swings her backpack on and starts to climb out the window.

Hana: "don't come looking for me. I don't care about you."

And with that she was gone. Never to be seen again...

~End flashback~

Me: "let's just say it was harsh and she doesn't care about me anyways."

Jungkook: "y/n...why didn't you tell me."

He was speaking sweetly but a little too loud...

???: "y/n? Like Bang y/n?"

I look behind me to where the voice is coming from and I see Hana looking over towards where me and Jungkook are.

She walks over slowly.

Hana: "y/n?"

Me: "y-yeah?"

She wraps me in a hug and holds me for a little bit but I don't hug back.

Hana: "omo you look so different."

Her boyfriend walks over.

Me: "well it's been like 11 years so I would image I would look different."

She sits down and her boyfriend sits next to her.

Hana: "how have you been?"

Me: "why do you care?" I reply coldly.

Hana: "Aish why so rude?"

Me: "don't you remember what happened the last time we had conversation?!"

Hana: "y-yeah...but didn't Chan give you the letters I wrote for you?"

Me: "No, he moved out 4 years after you."

Hana: "oh well I'm guessing you still live with your parents?"

Me: "yeah...I'm moving out next week though. I'm going to go live with NamKyu."

Hana: "how old are you?"

Me: "18 but I'm turning 19 next week. I'm leaving the day after my birthday."

Hana: "oh...I see..."

Me: "yup..."

Hana: "who's that?" She points to jungkook.

Me: "my boyfriend Jungkook."

Hana: "oh I see. This is my boyfriend SeokJin."

He takes off his face mask and sunglasses.

Me and jungkook: "Jin?!"

Jin: "Hello..."

Me: "why didn't you tell me you where dating my sister?!"

Jin: "I didn't know she was your sister."

Hana: "do you guys know each other?"

Jungkook: "yeah we are good friends."

Hana: "Jin, how come you never mentioned your friends?"

Jin: "I didn't think it was important to talk about."

Me: "wow thanks!" I snap in a joking way, chuckling at the end.

My phone vibrates from a text.

Jimin: "where are you? Your parents just pulled up."

I look over to Jungkook.

Me: "we gotta go!"

Hana: "why?"

Me: "My parents just got home. They will beat me up if I'm not home."

Hana: "oh yeah. Why don't you just run away now?"

Me: "I don't have anything."

Hana: "go home and get your stuff text me after everything is packed."

She hands me a paper with her number on it. I grab it and head out with Jungkook.

Jungkook: "Well...she seems nice."

Me: "yeah I dunno why though."

Me and Jungkook kiss and head out a separate way. I'm sprinting down the side walk. Luckily my house isn't that far.

I reach my house and head over to the tree that leads to my window. I start climbing and slip through my window into a dark room.

Me: "thank gosh."

Mom: "y/n! Where are you?!"

Shoot.