So Much For Being Siblings
Don't Apologize
“No. I’m saying that that’s impossible because…my sister was at the bar… and she spotted Jimin the second he entered the bar. She was keeping an eye on him. Jimin never made contact with neither Suga nor Kana.”There was a dead silence.
Then my mother turned to Jimin, who was now sweating uncontrollably.
“What. In. The. World. Is. Going. ON?!”
“Um… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Jimin said, trying not to stutter.
My mother’s eyes narrowed and said, “Jimin. Something is going on. I feel it. What are you hiding?”
Jimin looked at his father and had a desperate look in his eyes. Jimin’s father, looked at Jimin for a second then announced, “I’ll call my sister again.”
Jimin father left the room, leaving my mother, Suga, Jimin, and I in the room. After a few moments in silence, my mother sighed. Her sigh was sad and heavy.
“You know, Jimin. I trusted you. You were such a good kid.” My mother started.
“I am sorry.” Jimin apologized. It actually sounded genuine.
Then Jimin’s father entered the room. “It could’ve been Jimin.”
“What?” Suga asked, confused.
“My sister told me just now she left for the restroom because she later had a stomach ache. So Jimin. Did you put drugs in Kana and Suga’s drinks?” Jimin’s father said.
Jimin nodded and a tear fell from his face. Was he actually crying? Or was he just this good in acting? I honestly couldn’t tell. But deep inside, I really wished that Jimin was acting. Just the thought of Jimin crying because he was upset hurt me. Why it hurt me? I don’t know. A sibling’s love I guess.
My mother sighed. Thankfully, she had calmed down, so she didn’t slap Jimin. “So it was you, Jimin. You know what, I’ll let you go this time. After all, you’ll be my son soon. Let’s go. Suga, you should be getting you sleep.”
*Later*I walked home with my mother, Jimin and his father in silence. But the guilt that was building up in my chest was almost too much to handle. I wanted to spill the truth so badly. Mom used to look at Jimin as a wonderful person. And now I might’ve ruined their relationship forever. I felt like a horrible person.
My mother and Jimin’s father were walking in front of Jimin and I, discussing about something. I looked up to my left to see Jimin looking back at me. I was about to tell him that I was sorry for what happened, but he laid a finger gently on my lips before I was able to apologize. He gave me a faint smile and patted me on my head.
“There’s no need to apologize.” He whisphered into my ear and then kissed me gently on my forehead.
When I first met Jimin he seemed cold and like a fuckboy. But I realized now, that Jimin was actually incredibly sweet and kind-hearted.
It was past two in the morning. The sidewalks were quiet. The moon was the only source of light for us. As we walked, I realized that Jimin was the most beautiful thing under the moon’s bright light. Dangerously beautiful. Everything about him. His hair. His eyes. His posture. His arms, legs.
Then as I was looking at him in awe, he turned to me and his lips turned upwards. How could I forget?
Jimin’s smile.
I smiled back and at that moment, I was oddly content.
Then my mother turned to Jimin, who was now sweating uncontrollably.
“What. In. The. World. Is. Going. ON?!”
“Um… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Jimin said, trying not to stutter.
My mother’s eyes narrowed and said, “Jimin. Something is going on. I feel it. What are you hiding?”
Jimin looked at his father and had a desperate look in his eyes. Jimin’s father, looked at Jimin for a second then announced, “I’ll call my sister again.”
Jimin father left the room, leaving my mother, Suga, Jimin, and I in the room. After a few moments in silence, my mother sighed. Her sigh was sad and heavy.
“You know, Jimin. I trusted you. You were such a good kid.” My mother started.
“I am sorry.” Jimin apologized. It actually sounded genuine.
Then Jimin’s father entered the room. “It could’ve been Jimin.”
“What?” Suga asked, confused.
“My sister told me just now she left for the restroom because she later had a stomach ache. So Jimin. Did you put drugs in Kana and Suga’s drinks?” Jimin’s father said.
Jimin nodded and a tear fell from his face. Was he actually crying? Or was he just this good in acting? I honestly couldn’t tell. But deep inside, I really wished that Jimin was acting. Just the thought of Jimin crying because he was upset hurt me. Why it hurt me? I don’t know. A sibling’s love I guess.
My mother sighed. Thankfully, she had calmed down, so she didn’t slap Jimin. “So it was you, Jimin. You know what, I’ll let you go this time. After all, you’ll be my son soon. Let’s go. Suga, you should be getting you sleep.”
*Later*I walked home with my mother, Jimin and his father in silence. But the guilt that was building up in my chest was almost too much to handle. I wanted to spill the truth so badly. Mom used to look at Jimin as a wonderful person. And now I might’ve ruined their relationship forever. I felt like a horrible person.
My mother and Jimin’s father were walking in front of Jimin and I, discussing about something. I looked up to my left to see Jimin looking back at me. I was about to tell him that I was sorry for what happened, but he laid a finger gently on my lips before I was able to apologize. He gave me a faint smile and patted me on my head.
“There’s no need to apologize.” He whisphered into my ear and then kissed me gently on my forehead.
When I first met Jimin he seemed cold and like a fuckboy. But I realized now, that Jimin was actually incredibly sweet and kind-hearted.
It was past two in the morning. The sidewalks were quiet. The moon was the only source of light for us. As we walked, I realized that Jimin was the most beautiful thing under the moon’s bright light. Dangerously beautiful. Everything about him. His hair. His eyes. His posture. His arms, legs.
Then as I was looking at him in awe, he turned to me and his lips turned upwards. How could I forget?
Jimin’s smile.
I smiled back and at that moment, I was oddly content.
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