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I caressed my sister's cheek as she slept on my bed, her bag on the ground by it. The bags under her eyes made me sigh, running my thumb carefully over them. It was not the lighting making them look horrible, she really didn't get proper sleep in the past few months. I ran a hand through her hair and kissed her forehead, silently getting up after and leaving the room.
"Is she asleep?" Jimin asked as I closed the door to my room quietly, nodding in response to his question. "Yes, she is. I feel as if she hasn't got proper sleep in months." I said what I had in my mind, seeing Jimin nod as well. "Yeah, I never imagined to see her like that." He replied.
"What are you planning to do?" Jimin asked, sitting down with you on the couch in the living room, staring at you with a worried look. "I'm not going back to Jungkook. No way. I'll see what to do with her." I sighed.
My mind was full of thoughts. Thoughts of why my mother would marry Jina to someone she doesn't love, try to have kids with him, or even get his money. It's not like my mom needed it anyways. I remember she did like hanging out with her rich friends, but, I never thought she would make such a crazy thing like this.
I sighed, placing my head in my hands that soon snapped towards the door as it opened, revealing an awoken Jina, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Hey, did we wake you up?" I asked worriedly, hoping we didn't while I stood up and went to her side, holding her shoulders gently. She shook her head and smiled sleepily, "No, I'm fine. I just got hungry." She replied, staring up at me with the same eyes I had.
I smiled back and pulled her towards the kitchen, making her sit down on a stool. I took a bowl and poured some Spaghetti in it, placing some meat in a plate with some salad Jimin prepared while I was helping Jina fall asleep. She thanked me when I placed the plates in front of her, watching her eat with a soft gaze.
"Why did you run away from home?" I asked, pouring her a glass of water and placing it by her plates with a confused look. "I... I couldn't stand Jungkook calling me Y/n instead of Jina. I couldn't stand seeing his love that is for you, directed to me." She replied, her eyes staring at the plate, avoiding mine.
"He would talk about different moments you had together and ask me if I remembered. But how could I when it was you and him? Not me. I tried talking to mom to tell her to stop, that I wanted a divorce. But she didn't listen. She said I had to do this for her sake." She muttered, my lips parting when I saw a tear rolled down her cheek from where I was watching her while listening.
"Jungkook's eyes would sparkle while talking about you. Stare at the distance and smile, thinking about different moments you two shared. Telling me about them while thinking I was you. I couldn't stand it anymore. 4 years of him trying to have sex with me and I always rejected him. Trying to kiss me but I always moved my face away and hid somewhere. Cuddling me and whispering I love you in my ear, making me feel guilty for what mom did to you." She sobbed.
She finally looked up at me, my eyes connecting with hers as we both had tears in them, finally letting them fall. She took my hands and smiled through her tears. "Please, Y/n. Return to the one you love. He loves you. He needs you." She begged, a sob coming out from my lips.
"I-I can't... I-I'm sorry." I said, pulling my hands away about to leave. "Y/n. Jungkook still remembers the mark on your back. If you go back to him and let him see it, he would think it was you from the beginning. Go back home to where you belong. Return to Jungkook. That's where you belong." She said, making me stop in my tracks.
I sniffed, turning slowly around to face her with a sad look. She opened her arms for me, without hesitating, I ran into them, impatiently wanting to feel my sisters hug yet again after so many years. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I never wanted to do this to you. Please, go back." She sobbed in my shoulder while I sobbed in hers.
