Our Lost Minds [Taekook] ✓

[Part 3]

His first outburst came on when I was 16 years old.

The school year had just started and we got our first group assignment. Everyone was divided by teacher in groups of three, yet somehow I ended up in a group with only two people - me and Jihye.

Honestly, Jihye was that girl. The one loved by everyone and totally oblivious to it, which made her thousand times more loveable. Her nice personality was set-up into a body with great figure and pretty face as well. So it wasn't strange that I (not so) secretly liked her. And I felt that she, most likely, (not so) secretly liked me too. There were just these small things she did, like always asking me how am I doing, noticing small changes in my appearance, blushing slightly when our eyes met - they made me believe the feeling was mutual.

That's why I was more than happy to accept her as a partner to this assignment. I didn't even waver to ask if she wanted to go to my home after school to work on it. And she, of course, agreed.

When we came into our house, I had already calculated everything in my head. We couldn't go to my room, that's too straightforward. Also there might have been some embarrassing stuff on display. I was pretty sure that I tidied up my room, but you never know where is your last missing sock hiding and I most definitely didn't want it to show up when Jihye was here. So I was left with a guest room. It had a round table, which was going to be comfortable to sit behind and the kitchen was near - I could grab some snacks without leaving her alone, out of my sight. What I really liked about our guest room was also that we didn't have any embarassing photos from our childhood hanging on the wall. There were some pictures, yes, one of our whole family in a theme park, one of me with my grandparents and another one of Jungkook in a flower garden. In that last photo, Jungkook was sitting on a wide stump, surrounded by a bunch of white roses, which merged with his, as usual, white shirt. His head had a crown made of small yellow flowers, which name I didn't know, and his bunny smile was on full display, showing off rows of teeth with some holes in it, where his teeth had fallen out.

I liked this picture the most.

"Is he your brother?" Jihye pointed at exactly that picture while I was preparing snacks and tea

"Kind of," I answered and opened the cabinet. "What kind of tea do you prefer? Nevermind, what taste of green tea do you prefer, 'cause we only have that one. So you have to pick from lemon, jasmine, ginger, strawberries... that's all."

"Jasmine, I think," she answered and got back on the previous topic. "What do you mean he's 'kind of your brother'?"

"Why do you ask?" I said in a lower tone, slightly annoyed. Probably because, hey, there was my picture too, yet she was so curious about my brother. Even though looking at it now,  I totally understand why it picked up her interests.

"No particular reason, I just never heard you have a brother. And that 'kind of' made me curious about what relationship you two actually have. Do you not get along?" She explained calmly, noticing my irritated voice.

"We do," I sighed and only then realised that the statement I made might have been a little bit off from the truth. "Well, we did get along previously, but now he has grown cold and distant to me, so I don't know. He doesn't want me in his room, spends all his day either in his room or outside. So it's not like we don't get along, I think he's just avoinding me."

"How old is he?" She asks, still curiously looking at that one photo of Jungkook. That made me just more annoyed. Yes, I liked staring at that photo too, no matter how many times I'd seen it before, yet then was not the time nor place to do that. But she did.

"Just turned fifteen," I answered, picked up the tray with snacks and tea and slowly went around the bar counter to get to the round table. "Do you like him?"