The birds cooing on the peach cherry blossom tree; the sun glazing on a clear spring day. The komorebi (the sunshine filtering through the leaves of a tree ) mesh under the tree was our playhouse.
"ji eun aaa.... ji eun aaaa.... odiya?" ( ji eun... where are you?)
I looked up from my doll house to see my cousin brother approaching . My 11 year old, naughty brother. PARK JIMIN.
"Wait! am I not turning twenty today?" I jolted up from my bed processing the shock of going reverse in time, only to realise that i was dreaming.
" Thainidaaa ( Thank God). It was just a dream." I sighed.
Jennifer, our house help entered the room to arrange my wardrobe. She opened the curtains to let the sunlight streaming through the window into a warm and inviting home . As she turned to face me, I think i saw her eyes getting bigger for a fraction which she covered up smooth with a smiling face wishing me ' happy birthday'
I ran in to embrace her mumbling " thank you".
Jennifer took care of us after I lost my mother and Aunt Ji won(my mother's older sister and Jimin's mother) had to take the responsibility of the family. Jennifer is the mother sent to me by fate.
" Hurry up ji eun ah ! go and wash up , the ink on your skin won't help." Jennifer's words landed me back from my trance.
" ahh! I am , but what is with ink and my face?" i sensed an approaching calamity.
"why don't you ask the mirror ?" Jennifer replied suppressing her laugh while walking out of my room.
I rushed to check my face and was welcomed my the inked cat moustache and a big mole on my cheek. In an instant i knew the artist of this face painting.
" PARK JIMIN , YOU ARE SO DEAD!!!"
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The breakfast bar has always been a spot of commotion ever since I knew what breakfast meant. Today was just another day with the only exception of me fuming at 180 degree Celsius and my immature as a kid , 24 year old brother Jimin attempting to hide behind Jennifer,s apron.
" You looked pretty with that moustache and mole "
I was having a hard time suppressing my laugh as Jimin was desperately trying to justify his reason of painting a masterpiece on my face.
" it' s okay... i understand ..now please come back to your chair and finish your leftover breakfast" i replied with a composed face.
But Jimin looked traumatized at my reaction. Which was quite obvious because of my unexpected reaction and I can't blame him.
" Are you serious? Is there some birthday sale going on?" he questioned with unsure and curious tone.
" Kindoff! I feel sympathised with your situation right now. The way you ended up like this, the Goddess of insanity blessing you . all of it is a tragic story. How can I not feel sorry for you?"
The confused face of Jimin over my statements was worth million dollar. Literally speaking, had i clicked a photo of that face and generated a meme in google, I would be ranked among the millionaires.' Shhh, my thoughts are getting louder these days , I cant let my brother know my entrepreneurship plans. ' I warned my self thoughts.
" What do you mean by me ending up lke this? " my brother enquired still confused.
" You lost your mind when you were dumped by the monkey . I still feel for you. Ahh! Your 1st rejection."
Jimin said nonchalantly..." Oh that... it happened, so what?"
" Nothing much, i was just wondering if your friends will find it amusing?" I replied with a sickening sweet smile.
Jimin threw back his chair to chase me , " don't you dare tell anyone. Come here ... sly cat. Come here fast...Ji eunaaaahhh"
I ran towards my room laughing as angry and mad Jimin shouted after me. ' revenge successful'
This funny accident happened when jimin was 13 and i was 9. Jimin encountered his first romantic movie sequence in a drama that Jennifer was watching. And god bless his imaginative skills that he tried re-enacting the scene with a monkey in our backyard. He approached his female lead, i.e, the monkey to lean into a kiss . i don't think the female ape wanted to cheat on her partner with jimin . and hence came slap of rejection. Heartbroken Jimin cried his eyes out for the entire weekend. Poor Brother.
According to my deduction , after that weekend Jimin officially lost his ability to grow. I still feel his maturity would be equal to a 13 year old.
But no matter what, i could never have asked for someone else as my brother but JIMIN.
Asmy days for departure came nearer, i started being thankful to have him. Nextweekend , i will be leaving for seoul. Leaving my family behind in Busan, iwill take a step towards my approaching career as a Fashion Designer.
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