Yoongi is my asshole of a brother. He doesn't talk to me or does anything with me. I do so much sweet things for him and I get a cold thank you in return. I mean its totally okay to feel that way because he's not my real brother. He's my adopted brother. Mom found him while she was just told she was pregnant with me. She took him in and we both grew together. Even as kids he never talked to me. He only talks to mom.
I want to talk to him about our distant relationship so bad but I know he won't listen. He never does. When it comes to me I have to repeat what I say so he listens. Its like I'm a scratch record.
*ring ring ring*
"Hey Bri" I say to my home girl
"Ayeeee wassup?"
"Nothing you gud?"
"Yea I'm just with Joon. We just chilling on the porch."
"Your lucky your brother talks to you. Mine hadn't since I learnt how to talk" I state
"Look someday he'll come around. I'm sure"
"Yea that's probably on my deathbed"
"How old are you again?"
"24"
"How old is he"
"27"
(I don't know his age.I'm guessing)
"Okay so its just a 3 year distance... Okay"
"Why did you ask that?"
"Oh I don't know. Anyways I gotta go. Joon and I are gonna eat dinner"
"Okay bye"
"Bye!"
She so nice.
"Aye" A deep voice at my door says
"Yea?" I respond
"Dinner"
"But mom isn't home"
"Don't you think I know that?"
"Ugh. I'm coming"
I walk outside to see...
-All my favorite food on the table
-grown-ish on TV
-Cookie dough ice cream in a box
"What- what is all this"
"I'm sorry I don't talk to you...its just that whenever I try to...a rush of anxiety runs through me and then I can't talk"
"Awwww I love you bro" I hug him tightly
"I-i love you too" he slowly hugs me back. He seemed so flustered at the fact that I hugged him. He's so sweet.
"Well let's go eat!" I smile like a littlest baby
"Heh yea we should" he smiles calmly back
His smile is so.....warming
Wait-is my heart pounding?
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