How did you tell someone the truth?
Waiting for the perfect time was an option, but was there ever a perfectly right time for anything? Just blurting it out at the first opportunity may have worked, and really, perhaps that would have been the best thing to do. But it had always just seemed so wrong.
Really, was there even a right and a wrong way to go about this?
He honestly didn't know anymore.
...
Seokjin didn't actually remember their parents. And for reasons no one ever seemed to understand, he never asked about them either. There were no questions, no curious wondering. No late night nightmares of some horrible fate that they had suffered which he had been forced to witness. Just an empty blank space where he knew something was supposed to be, some memory of some faceless people who he was meant to have an attachment to.
Only there was nothing. And for reasons even he couldn't explain, he was perfectly fine with that. It didn't really feel like anything was actually missing.
He had Yoongi, and that was all he had needed.
...
Instead, his questions had been deeper and far harder to answer without him ever realizing it.
...
Yoongi was older than he was. That was to be expected. That he was, curiously, so much older than him had been a strange topic for literally everyone who ever found out this little piece of information.
Almost fifteen years separated them, and that was where the questions seemed to begin. It wasn't completely unthinkable that their parents should wait almost two decades before having another child. Especially once it came out that they didn't actually share the same father.
No matter who was doing the asking, the story always stayed exactly the same.
Their mother had been young when she had become pregnant with Yoongi, and his father had never exactly been in the picture, leaving her to raise him mostly on her own. That it would take her over ten years to find a mate who was worthy of her and her son was a respectable feat that most would never fail to comment on. Of course it was only natural that, still being young and having finally found the love of her life, she would have another child.
Which would, unfortunately, raise the question of what had happened to them. How had they gone from a loving family of four to two young omega's entirely alone in the world?
That was the part that changed.
Once it would have been some terrible car accident that the two had luckily somehow survived. Another it was a mugging that had ended badly. Sometimes it would be that they had been taken away for reasons that, thankfully, neither of them could actually remember.
Yes, he had been forced to grow up incredibly fast. But it was entirely worth it for the sake of his little brother.
There were exactly two people on the face of the entire earth who knew the actual truth, and neither of them were ever going to tell.
...
"Happy Birthday!" Ordinarily Yoongi was already gone by the time he returned home. It was mostly by design that they always seemed to just miss each other. No one ever seemed to understand just why Yoongi allowed Seokjin so much freedom, basically letting him run wild to do as he pleased. But it had never once back fired - okay, so it had back fired precisely once, but they were slowly over coming that one little slip.
At least Seokjin's scent had finally gone back to being sugar sweet and gentle instead of smelling like rotten trash.
"Yoongs!" There was so much happiness contained within his voice at something as simple as seeing his brother. That there was also a tiny little chocolate cake and a brightly wrapped present currently sitting upon the coffee table barely registered. Not when his brother actually allowed him to practically fling himself onto his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and hugging as tightly as humanly possible. "What are you doing here?"
