Sanguine (Ateez)

0.04

I was lounging in the living room as usual, it was another weekend day so no work. Mom walked into the living room and sat beside me, "Where's San?" She questioned. "At that one crackhead household, you know, his friends." I answered nonchalantly. She gave me a weird look, but passed off what I said and just nodded.

The TV was on the news as usual, but nothing interesting was happening. My mom turned and focused on it now. Mulling over questions and commands in her head. Probably.

I hadn't seen my friends lately. Work has been longer and more stressful. And I've been trying to work in a day to go to the doctors office. I have a rash on my back. A very red itchy one at that.

I work at a mental institute as a room nurse. I would clean patients room and serve them food. It was one of the best paying job in the area that I'm able to get with my education. And while I did make decent money, the hours were terrible. I could be working all day then maybe only one hour the next. There wasn't exact hours planned for me.

And that caused issues, considering I worked at a mental institute you'd think my mental health would be better. But then again I don't take care of the patients.

San worked at a small cafe as a barista and pastry chef. He had more stable hours and actually had time for himself. I envied him. But I'm happy that he's happy.

Because of his stable hours he's able to be around his friends, take care of his health, and even attend Tarkwondo classes. But to get anywhere, my mom or I would have to drive him. He never took his divers test and always said it wasn't very important because if neither, mom nor I, could drive him that day, then he could just take the bus.

My mother couldn't drive, although she had a drivers license and a very nice car. She was only 42. She wasn't super old. But she couldn't remember things. And she refused to go to the doctor to get diagnosed. I knew what her illness was, Alzheimer's. It's clear as day. But she denied it.

So I drove my brother everywhere. Unless one of his friends picked him up. I didn't want him to ride public transportation. I don't want him to get hurt.

He's important to me. He may be the older twin, but that doesn't mean he's more responsible.

I glanced over at mom. Having expected her to talk already, and almost on queue she looked at me and opened her mouth. "You should go out. Get out of this house. You're always at work or at home. You need a break." I nodded. "I really should, shouldn't I." My eyes wandered to the wall.

Where should I go? "How about you go check on your brother?" I looked back at her. I nodded and pulled out my phone. "I should, I haven't talked to Yeosang lately, or anyone over there anyway." She smiled again me and looked back toward the tv.

Bro

Heyo, mom's trying to get me out of the house

Of course she is.
What does this have to do with me
I'm just chillin with the boys

Well I'm leaving the house
And I'll be there soonish
You know, to chill with "the boys" too

Really!
Jongho just mentioned that we should
do something today

Well I guess that something will be me

. . .

NO. Not like that

Not like what?