Eleven.

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[A/N- Again, I don't have anything against his real life parents or anything concerning his personal life. Please don't take things too literally.]

No...

Jimin is staring at his father, terrified.

I feel my legs tremble as I see the shock on Jimin's face.

He begins to cry.

I feel chills up my spine and goosebumps spreading everywhere on my skin.

"I-I... you said she's only in the hospital because of some a-accident." Jimin stutters.

His father looks down.

"I lied, son. She's in her final stage."

Jimin collapses onto the floor and begins to cry.

There's no way I can do anything now...

I stand there and gulp. Jimin glances over at me.

I feel pity and go over to him. I give him a hug and pat his back as he cries bitterly.

"I'm sorry, Jimin."

He hugs me tighter. I feel conjusted, but my feelings didn't matter.

For once, Jimin was more important.

It all came flashing back to me again.

==FLASHBACK==

"EOMMA! HOSEOK OPPA IS KILLING ME!" I scream as Hoseok continues to tickle me.

"YAH! THE TICKLE MONSTER IS HERE!" Hoseok yells.

Dad comes downstairs, putting on his watch.

"Kids, come on. Let's go!" Dad says in his sweet voice. He kisses mom and grabs the car keys.

"Appa, Seokjin Oppa is just like you!" I say, making dad laugh. He picks me up in his hands and plants a kiss on my chin.

"Hoseok, treat your sister well. She's just 5 years old!"

Hoseok laughs and takes a pillow. He hits Yoongi, who's on the couch, sleeping.

As usual.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!"

Yoongi groans and gets up, rubbing his eyes.

"Are we there yet?"

Seokjin holds a basket of essentials that mom gives him. "We haven't even started, idiot."

My mom carries the bags along with dad.

"Come on, kids. Time to go!"

We all file out of our huge house.

We get into my dad's car and we're on our way to our cabin in the woods for the holidays.

We always go there for winter. It's the most peaceful place ever!

Me and my brothers all sing songs and play games in the back seat.

"Dear, stop by the gas station. Maybe we can buy something important." Mom tells Dad.

He chuckles. "You're always on the look out for important things, honey. Just like your daughter."

Suddenly, dad's face becomes paranoid.

"Something wrong, dear?"

Dad is shaking the gears vigorously.

"The damn breaks aren't working."

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