Standing here in front of her with the rain drenching me from head to toe, my tears blending in, it feels so relaxing. The heavy, fat drops of water splashing on the cold and grey stone, the flowers of the bouquets spluttering with the pressure. Sometimes I really wish to join her but I can't; I can't just leave my little brother alone. She left me and Jimin with father, all alone to fend for ourselves in this complicated and twisted world, I can't leave Jimin too. He'll be broken and I can't let his innocence wilt. The rain has just begun pouring gradually making way for a thunderstorm and as much as I want to stay here to cry my heart out with the bruises father has given me, wishing to be buried six feet under, I can't. I have to be with Jimin. So I pick myself up from my knees and muttering a farewell to our mother's grave, I jog my way to the house.
As soon as I reach home, I hear a loud wail coming from upstairs. I rush my way towards my room, ignoring the worried glances of the maids and servants, where I find Jimin curled up in a small ball on my bed writhing, shivering, crying and occasionally letting out a sniffle with the pillow pressed against his ears as hard as he can manage. His whimpers only audible after I'm halfway in my room. A tear slowly trailing down my left cheek, I make my way under the bedcovers. I attempt to calm him down by whispering sweet nothings into his ears. He immediately wraps his arms around me, hiding his face in my stomach sobbing hysterically. I rub his shoulder soothingly so as to relax the tense muscles of his back.
"It's fine Jimin...I am here.....I'm fine...Not hurt.....It's fine....You don't have to worry about me....I'll always find my way to you.....Wherever you are......Shhhh...It's fine now.....I'm here....I'm sorry....I just went to visit mom....I'm safe...No one's gonna harm you...I promise...I'll always be there......"
Feeling relief seep into me as I feel Jimin trying to control his ragged breathing, running my hands in his soft currently-brown hair to help him calm down. Just as Jimin is about to drift off to sleep, the door to my room bursts open. It's Taehyung – Jimin's best friend. He's frantically looking around, looking frazzled, but when his eyes finally fall on the heavy-eyed body curling up into me, he visibly relaxes. I am about to leave Jimin in Taehyung's company when he grips my wrist tightly.
"Noona please don't leave me too...."
"Jimin, noona is not going anywhere. I'm just going to the kitchen. Okay? Taehyung's here for you...hmmm?" I respond to his worry.
The lack of response and the loosening of his hand from my wrists tells me that Jimin has soundly fallen asleep. Taehyung turns to look at me and I see a look of pity flash through his eyes before his gaze steels.
"Noona you need to go see the doctor for that. You have school and work tomorrow. Please let me help. I'll take you to our family doctor. Mr Park wouldn't know" he half-pleads and half-commands.
"I'm fine Taehyung. Thank you. I'll take some pain meds and it'll be alright...hmm? Now will you please do me a favour and look after Jimin while I'm gone?" Taehyung immediately taking on the stern note in my tone, understanding and respecting that I want to end this conversation here.
"Of course, noona. I'll be right here beside Jimin." Taehyung replies, worry still evident in his eyes.
"Thank you. Take care. See you later. And don't worry about me too much, I'll be fine, yeah? Jimin doesn't know nor does he need to" I respond light heartedly, trying to distract his attention.
With that I leave the room and head towards the kitchen to take the required medicines for the throbbing pain near my right jaw and to make soup for Taehyung and Jimin. The thunderstorm is raging outside with all its might and I know for a fact that father won't be home tonight for which I'm grateful. At least he won't scold Jimin for his breakdown. Father doesn't like it when Jimin showcases his emotions openly.
When I entered the room with the soup, both boys had fallen asleep. Jimin, still curled up on the bed with his chest rising and falling rhythmically and Taehyung sitting on a chair next to the bed beside Jimin; one hand holding Jimin's and the other supporting his own face on the bed. I put the soup on my bedside table, pressed a kiss to Jimin's forehead and went over to the desk in the corner of my room to complete the assignments that were due the next day.
"I love crying in the rain, because when I do, no one can hear the pain." - Anonymous
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For those who don't know, Noona means elder sister
