Save Me

08

If there was one thing you knew, it was this: you could never argue with the truth because even if only a few people believed it, it still didn't cease to be true.

"She didn't do anything to save her brother!" This was a classic example.

You could not go against your father when he accused you of being an evil sister.

He was right.

You didn't do anything to save Jeongguk, your younger brother, because you were busy making out with Min Yoongi.

You were more than a decade older than Jeongguk. He was only seven years old when he almost died because of your lack of responsibility and empathy.

You remembered that time vividly even though ten years had already passed.

How could you forget when it happened on your birthday, the time when everything turned upside down?

It was your fault. You were a spoiled brat. Your mother didn't hesitate to say yes when you requested a beach party for your natal day. She also agreed when you said that you were going to invite some of your friends.

You introduced Min Yoongi, your boyfriend, as your friend. Your mother wasn't strict, but you knew your father wouldn't allow you to date someone like Yoongi.

Yoongi was the kind of boy parents warned their kids about.

He was a year older than you, a typical bad boy who liked to smoke and drink. He had tattoos and piercings too.

Min Yoongi was bad for you, yet you ignored the signs.

You still agreed to sneak out with him during your own party.

You still agreed to ignore the request of your father when he told you to look after Jeongguk for a minute while he attended to whatever you wanted.

It was Yoongi's idea. He said your party was boring and that you were going to have more fun if the two of you were alone together.

You were head over heels for your boyfriend that you didn't even blink when you lied straight to your father's face just to be with Yoongi.

You knew you couldn't sneak out when he was supervising your party like a boring father that he was. The only solution you could think of was to ask him to talk to the hotel manager because you apparently claimed that their catering service wasn't in accordance to your liking.

Your father obliged, but he specifically told you to look after Jeongguk while he was gone.

"Come on. Do we really need to bring that with us?" Yoongi was pointing at seven year-old Jeongguk as if he was disgusted.

Since you were young and stupid, you also snorted while taking Jeongguk's arm.

You hated that your brother's eyes were wide and doe. It was as if it was made to guilt trip you for wanting to have fun with your lover.

"I can't leave him here, Yoongi. He's just going to annoy my friends," you said this as you looked around the whole room.

You were lying again. Jeongguk was well behaved. People liked him—your friends would like him. It's just that...you didn't trust any of them to look after your sibling.

You only invited them to show off. You didn't really treat these people as your friends.

"Fine," Yoongi stormed out of the ballroom.

You sighed, dragging Jeongguk so you could follow your boyfriend.

The thing with Yoongi was that he was easy to please. He was pissed off, yes, but all you had to do was kiss him and everything was good again.