father | jun | wen junhui

Chapter Five

A/N: This meme yall I cant lmaoooo

Who's name starts with J? Because mine certainly does

Nabi

~Joshua Hong~

Wed 8th

6:54 pm | Come bowling with us tomorrow?

Thurs 9th

10:07 am | Already missing out on school on your first week?

Sat 11th

8:48 am | Are you sick?

8:50 am | You didn't come yesterday either.

"You better put that phone down," Auntie Aera says as she enters my room. She had a wet cloth in her hand.

I did as I was told and put my phone back on my bed side table.

Auntie Aera sits on the edge of my bed and puts the now folded cloth on my forehead. "Your mother never got sick. I guess you get your weak immune system from your father," she chuckles.

"Who is my father?" I blurted out. I had no sense of filter since I wasn't thinking straight. Apparently fever's cloud my train of thought too.

The smile on her face disappears, obviously regretting what she had just said. "I don't know."

"You must know, you're the only one she told!" I didn't mean to raise my voice but I did.

She looks me right in the eyes and ask, "how do you know that?"

"I just..." I can't tell her about mother's diary. Not yet. "It's just a guess since I found a picture of you two in her drawers. My grandparents never bothered cleaning out her stuff."

She pats the cloth on top of my forehead lightly. "You should rest, you're being unreasonable right now since you're not thinking straight." She stands up, "go to sleep, when you wake up, I'll make you some soup." She leaves without another word.

-

I woke to faint voices coming from the living room. I sat up a little confused as to why I was laying down. Oh that's right, I have a fever.

The wet cloth slowly starts sliding off my forehead and eventually covers my face.

I grab it and pull it off. I then got up. I swayed side to side, my head started to pound, a lot. Next thing I knew it I was on the floor, vomiting my guts out.

-

The living room ceiling seemed to be spinning. I tried closing my eyes but then I started to feel like I was spinning. The foul taste of dried chicken and peas were suddenly taking over my mouth. I tried to swallow but it hurt. My throat was dry too. I open my eyes again slowly. This time the spinning ceiling was slowing.

"Auntie Aera..." My voice was so raspy and weak I didn't even recognise it myself.

"She had to go," a voice I couldn't put a face to, says.

I get up abruptly and looked around the room. I was in the living room on the sofa bed.

A pair of what sounded like leather boots were making their way towards me from behind.

The thumping in my chest settles as I see who it is.

"Here," Joshua hands me a mug.

It was hot. Thankfully he was holding it by the body so I could easily just grab the handle.

He leans on the wall across from me and watches me drink the freshly made corn soup.

"What are you doing here?" I finally asked after what seemed like a long time. I drank as much of the soup I could in one go. I was that thirsty.

"You weren't responding to my messages so I got worried," he said seriously. "My guess was right. You are sick." His face softens. The guy feels sorry for me. "Junhui was here too. He took me here, that's how I got in here, don't worry I'm not a stalker."

I think he was attempting to lighten up the mood. It's not working though, I've only seen him twice, today being the third. He still is kind of a stranger to me.

"Junhui had to leave since his father needed him at the bookstore and your auntie had to go back to work."

"I see." The dizziness started to come back again. I put the mug on the floor and I laid back down on the sofa bed and wondered why I was here instead of my room. I didn't have enough energy to ask. Instead, I ended falling back asleep.

-

When I woke back up, it was dark except for the lamp on the right corner beside an old cushy chair. Sitting on it was Junhui with a leg crossed over the other reading The Great Gatsby. For some reason it looked typical. A rich boy, reading a story about a man who becomes rich. The only thing he's missing is a rich girl to fall in love with.

If Wen Junhui turns out to be my half brother, I wonder how my life will turn out. Will our father take me in and spoil me as much as he's spoiling Junhui? Or will he banish me out of his life for good?

I hope you were good to him before you left, mother... at least I know my father is out here living. I just need to know who he is.

For a while I watched Junhui flip through the book page by page. He yawned every so often but it didn't change the pace he was reading.

"Are you in love or are you just in love with the idea of love?" I asked.

His head snaps up. "You're awake."

"Nice observation. So are you."

He folds the corner of his book then shuts it. He places it gently on the wooden floor then leans back on the chair comfortably. "I love the idea of having a lot of money."

Can't relate.

"Money is the only way you can fully live your life. A lot of people will disagree with me but, what's living when the only thing you do is work for a living?"

"Your parents are working for you to live," I shot back. I was triggered. Maybe because I couldn't understand his point of view. I'm not rich, after all.

"And I am grateful," he smirks. "My father's parents did the same to him. It was my grandparents that had it rough. But hey, family heritage has to start somewhere right?"

I wouldn't know, I'm pretty much an orphan.

"I have a question," he stands up and makes his way over to me. He sits on the edge of the sofa bed.

I sit up slowly, my bones aching in the process.

"If I told you you were my sister, would you believe me?"