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Jimin (part 2)

Jimin's POV

"Hoseok, please stop touching me." I tiredly said as I poked at my cereal, my left hand held my head.

"You've been weird lately. You're happy then you're sad. What's wrong with you?" My step brother pouted.

Hoseok is my step brother, yes. Hoseok's father married my mother when I was around 8 years old. I learned the hard way not to talk about my life. No one wants to hear your problems or what you go through. It gets annoying.

Hoseok's father was abusive "behind closed doors" if you know what I mean. He never laid a finger on Hoseok but he would me. He did it up until I was about 11. The first time he found out was when Hoseok and I were talking, but Hoseok was being too loud and his dad heard so I got the belt.

My mom had taken me and Hoseok to Busan to run away from him. I was originally born in Busan but moved to Gwangju when my mother met Hoseok's father through an app.

Hoseok had understood why it happened though and he wasn't against it. He would hurt Hoseok's mother as well as mine too.

When I was 14 we had moved to Daegu when my grandma's cancer got diagnosed because Daegu has one of the best facilities that help with cancer patients.

I'm 18 now, so it's been 4 years she's been seen by the doctors and the cancer group. I used to go with her every day when she started out, but I was so young and everything was happening so quickly. I stopped going after a year or so.

The doctors said she wouldn't be able to make it. I was very emotional as a young teen, I was very scared she wouldn't make it. I had a hope inside me, that she would defy that statement.

She's been fighting this cancer for four years and I wanted to shove that fact in that stupid doctor's face. But it's starting to show now that he might be right. I don't think I could ever live with myself if she were to pass away. She's my life.

I began to go back now for support, and that's how I met Yoongi. I never really had many friends, and he's been my first in a while.

"I dunno. Does that bother you?" I rolled my eyes as I stood up and dumped my bowl of cereal in the sink.

"I'm just concerned. I dont want you to go back to your bad place..." Hoseok also stood up and began to clean the non dirty table.

"You don't need to clean something that's not dirty, Hobi." I threw water that was on my hands at him.

He screeched and threw the towel he was wiping the table with at me. I giggled and threw it back, grabbing another towel nearby and threw it as well. I ran into the living room.

"Park Jimin get back here!" He chased me and pushed me onto the couch and crawled on top of me. "The tickle monster is coming!"

"I'm too old for tha- AH!" I started laughing uncontrollably as he attacked my sides. I couldn't kick my feet or move because he was sitting on them. "St-stop! Pl-please!" I tried to say through laughs. Tears were leaking from my eyes. "Uncle uncle!! I give up! White flag, you win!"

He stood up and placed his hands on his hips, looking like a king while I held my stomach and rolled off the couch and onto the floor.

"You're so mean..." I breathed out as he helped me to stand up.

"I love you too." He smiled a heart smile, his brightness never being brought down.

Little did I know that Hoseok had kept secrets from me. I just didn't know it yet.