Wake Up

Chapter 17 : Little Sibling

Taehyung's P.O.V.

The wind calmly whistles its cries, gray clouds looming across the surface of our polluted atmosphere. Dead leaves fall and soar through the air, it's colors of orange and red constantly reminding us that winter is coming.

I tightly grip onto the bouquet of flowers in my hand, kneeling down against the grass. With a silent prayer in mind, I gently place the flowers on her grave.

In memory of our
Little Sibling
November 25th
6:35 PM - 7:04 PM
Even if your life lasted for
a few moments, you will
forever remain remembered
in our hearts

My fingers curl against the grass, the wet dew spreading onto my skin. I let out a sigh and inhale the cold breeze.

"Happy birthday..." I whisper to her resting place, talking as if she was standing before me.

"Today, you are..." I mentally count the years that have passed by in my head before smiling. "You are three years old... Imagine how you would look like right now... You'd probably be a strong, happy girl, dancing around... in a white dress..."

I smile softly, fantasizing about all the little things that could have happened if she survived. Thinking about how things could've been... could've been better.

Suddenly, I feel two taps on my shoulder, making me flinch. I look up at whoever tapped me, then immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Yuggun!" I take a moment to calm myself down. "Jesus Christ, you freaking scared me."

She laughs lightly, then kneels down beside me. "Long time no see, huh?"

I nod, grinning. "Yeah, been a couple of weeks... What brings you... uhm here?" I ask, looking around the cemetery.

Yuggun only shrugs before plainly saying, "Came to visit my gramps." She then points over towards a grave that's just a few rows behind us. "I was about to leave until I saw you."

"Your grandpa...? I'm... I'm sorry for your loss," I quietly respond.

"It's fine. It's been years since he's passed. So I've moved on," she says. I smile softly.

"What was he like?" I question hesitantly. She thinks for a minute before bringing her attention back to the conversation.

"He was chill type of guy. You know, those type of grandpas who didn't care if he caught you watching porn or eating a full box of doughnuts in the middle of the night. Whenever I was sad, he would always take me out to go fishing or walking at the beach during sunset. He always gave the right advices and knew exactly how to cheer me up." She giggles to herself at the memories of him.

"He sounds like a nice guy," I say. She nods.

"He was... when I was little and I was being bullied for liking girls... he would teach me how to deal with them in the right way. But sometimes his tricks never worked. So one day, he showed up to my school and it was just... That day was the day when I learned that not all heroes wear capes."

"What did he do?" I tilt my head to the side in curiosity. She pauses for a moment, reminiscing in her thoughts.

"Well, he showed up in class, barging through the doors and startling everyone in the room with his almighty aura. When I saw him, I became super embarrassed. I hid myself under the desk and everyone seemed to figure out that he was my grandpa. The teacher asked what he was doing here but he ignored her and walked straight over to me.