ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ʙᴇsᴛғʀɪᴇɴᴅ | ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

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Life is a beautiful thing some people take for granted. Everyday, there are so many bad things that people just push aside. I, for one, think it's dumb to do so. Instead of pushing things away you should face them, face yourself.

- jm -

I continued to cry. I had been crying for days. His picture haunted me; he smiled as he stood in his uniform, medals on it.

The house had been empty for the two years he had been gone. The only person occupying it being me.

Our parents died when we were younger and our grandparents were long gone. He was my last remaining family member.

I continued to lay there and stare at his photo in my hands.

How does one live without their big brother? I pondered the thought.

I felt my phone buzz as it laid on the bed next to me.

I placed the photo frame down before sitting up and placing the phone to my ear.

"Hey Tae."

"Chim! How are things?"

I sniffed, before wiping my tears. "Okay I guess. I made it through the night without dreaming about him."

"That's great progress. Hey, do you wanna go to that game cafe you like?"

I sighed and smiled, that's what he would've wanted me to be; happy. "Sure, I'll be ready in ten." He wouldn't want me to cry over him. What a good brother.

- yg -

I replayed the voice message over again.

"Hyung, remember. If anything happens to me you have to take care of Jimin for me. I love him more than anything and I don't want him to be alone."

It was the fourth time I'd heard it. I chuckled softly. I remembered when he recorded that, the day he enlisted.

Speaking of his brother, I hadn't talked to Jimin since his enlistment.

I replayed the message. Then recorded one of my own.

- jm -

"Jimin, it's Yoongi. I'd really like to meet with you to propose an offer, for Namjoon. Please consider calling me back, thanks."

"For Namjoon?" Tae asked as I shrugged.

"They were best friends since middle school after all." I reasoned. "Joon probably asked him to watch over me, that's how he always was."

"Oh wait, was Yoongi the hot one?"

I laughed and nodded. Taehyung wouldn't shut up about the hot pallbearer at Namjoon's service.

That guy was Min Yoongi, the best friend of my brother. Let me just say, I've never seen a man cry. But Yoongi, that day; he sobbed.

It was a heart breaking thing to watch. I mean, I never really talked with Yoongi. Maybe a polite "hello" every once and a while but that was it. He was a mystery to me but he was the other half of my brothers heart.