True Love and Other Disasters || KTH

02 | First Love

When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sandpaper. They may scratch and hurt you a bit, but in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless. — Chris Colfer NoMoreBullying

My head had been contemplating a thousand ways to tell my brother how I truly felt about him marrying Hyeji while I had been sitting on the plane on my way from Busan to Seoul yet right now, standing in front of him, face to face, no words came out of my mouth. It was truly a hard thing to tell someone that his loved one was not as perfect as he thought she was. It was even harder since he was my brother and the last thing I wanted was to hurt him.

"Is this all your belongings?" asked my brother as his hand grabbed my medium-sized luggage filled with clothes for two weeks as if it weighed nothing.

I frowned. "You know, it has wheels." I spared a disapproving look at his hand before looking up to meet his eyes. "Oppa, you don't have to carry it like that."

"Don't worry. I can use this as an exercise." Jong-Kook smiled. "Besides, it's not that heavy." As if to prove his words, he lifted it up and down, using the luggage as a barbell. A few passersby blatantly stared as his display of masculinity and strength.

Being his sister, I had seen this at least a hundred times so I simply rolled my eyes. "Suit yourself."

My brother loved working out. It was an incurable addiction. Those washboards abs and muscles budging the arms of his dark blue shirt could testify for that.

My brother smiled, his free hand reached forward and patted my head. It was something that he often did whenever he saw me rolling my eyes at him. "Come on." His head nudged to the left, telling me to follow him. "We should hurry up. Hyeji is waiting."

That caused me to trip and nearly knocked the old woman walking in front of me. Honestly, in a normal situation, this would be impossible considering I wore sneakers, not high heels. "What?"

Jong-Kook stopped two feet ahead and turned. "What is it?"

There was no way I had misheard it but still, I wished I had. "Did you say Hyeji?"

His face lit up at the mention of her name and something inside me broke a little. "Yeah. She was buying Starbucks when I went looking for you. She really wants to see you, she said—" his phone rang, and he put the luggage down to reach his front pocket. "Oh, it's Hyeji." My hand quickly caught his before he had the chance to answer the call. Jong-Kook stared at me with one brow lifted. "YoonA, what's wrong? I need to answer this. She might be looking for us right now."

I hope she would never find us. "Oppa, why are you getting married? You only know her for six months."

"Aigoo, are you jealous?" He put dropped my luggage down on the floor and swung his arms around me, enveloping me into a hug. "You know I will always be your brother, right? Married or not married."

"I'm not jealous," I started even though I had no idea how I should tell him that his bride to be was a crazy, manipulative bitch who had turned my high school days into a never-ending nightmare. "It's just that you don't know her well enough. Why don't you spend more time before taking a huge leap by marrying her?"

My brother pulled away, enough so he could look into my eyes. When I thought he was going to get angry that I butted into his love life, he smiled. "I know her soul, I know her heart."

No, you did not. You did not know what a horrible person she was. I wanted to scream, but I kept my mouth shut. This was not the time. Not when my brother looked at me with that spark of happiness in his eyes and a hint of a smile on his lips.