After my brother left, I remained seated on my bed thinking about what I had done until my head couldn't handle it anymore and started aching all over again.
My eyes were sore from crying too much and I was overwhelmed by my sense of guilt for hurting the one person who not only gave me love and affection my whole life, but was also patient enough to take in all the bullshit I threw at him in the course of that time.
I always knew my brother deserved better than me betraying him like that, but my inability to hold up my own promises still ended up doing just that. But instead of him punching me in the face or at the very least cussing me out like expected of someone betrayed like that, Jeon seemed more worried about how my love for his woman must have caused me pain from all the time that he had been with her like his feelings
My heart was too close to the edge of falling apart as I heard my mother's mocking voice Ring through my ears while my lips were still slightly pressed against Kristal's and I knew I couldn't handle the mess I had just created.Panicked, Kristal stood up so quickly from her chair to face my mother who in turn just stared at the both of us from across the room. She looked pissed with her eyes pulled together in a scowl and her arms folded across her chest."What's going on here?" She asked in a very calm but angry voice."Mom uhm... please I can explain this to you" I tried sounding as calm as she did, but I was far too nervous for my voice to come out as confident as I had hoped for. I cleared my throat and got off the chair as well. I knew I had to find a suitabl
As the morning came, I woke up with hopes of feeling much better. Unfortunately for me however, it didn't turn out to be the case because immediately I opened my eyes, the memories of that horrid shock in his eyes came creeping back into my mind like a disease. Withering in slowly like some sort of persistent, crawling insect that was determined to get inside my head no matter how much I resisted.In the end, I gave up trying and just stared blankly into the ceiling. Wondering if I could ever find enough courage to face him again after what happened. It all seemed quite unlikely because even after sleeping on it, the pain of his rejection still lingered deep in my heart and the shame that came with it was all too much for me to handle.I released a lengthy
I thought of Jeon as I sat alone in my office long after working hours were over and everyone else had gone home.The way he'd looked at me on the night he left had itself burnt inside my brain so deep and I was more than convinced he hated my guts beyond anything else. Not like anyone would ever blame him for it anyway, because even I would hate my guts if I was the one in his position. But whether I was to be blamed or not, really didn't matter anymore because, he was gone now and I had no other way to get over my frustrations than submerging myself in work during the day, and then drinking myself to sleep right after.None of the people around me including my father ever questioned my sudden change in behavior. It was weird of me to suddenly grow fond of work
It took me a few minutes and a considerable number of deep breaths to actually calm down enough to leave my room and walk to where Jeon was patiently waiting for me in our living room. Bona had offered him a seat on the couch when she'd ushered him inside and then had somehow discreetly disappeared to her room in order to give us time to talk. I was all but a bundle of nerves as I walked over to the said couch and when he turned his head to look in my direction, all those emotions I had successfully managed to keep at bay came flooding back at just a mere glimpse of his stunning eyes."Hi jeon, how are you?" I managed to greet him in a surprisingly steady voice considering the amount of nerves that were twisting my stomach into a thousand knots. I slowly made my
Several more weeks passed and Jeon was still stuck on that damn island of his with no hint whatsoever as to when he would come back home. So that left me with no choice, but to take up on everything else that he ever did when he was around and that included attending some terribly boring charity event that he was invited to.Normally, I would never for the life of me think of going to such horrid events because I hated them. I couldn't stand the very idea of having to smile politely all night and just pretend to everyone that I was a great person. Because clearly, I wasn't. But as it turned out, I had no choice but to go there on behalf of my estranged brother.I drove out of the house to attend the said event with a mental note to get the hell out of there as soon as I possibly could. Besides, I was only going there to ke
"Okay let me get this straight" min ho began in a casual tone as if we were the best of friends having a normal conversation and not some strangers who only met less than an hour ago. He was definitely more chatty than his brother."Are you telling me that Jeon, my very quiet and absolutely reserved brother, took you out to listen to jazz, which he by the way treats like some sort of sacred tradition and actually danced with you? He narrowed his eyes at me sounding genuinely surprised and I couldn't help but laugh at just how funny he looked with that weird face he was making."Yes, I believe that's exactly what I meant" I managed to tell him in between my laughter, but he still didn't look quite convinced with his eyes still narrowing at me as if I was telling a well known lie "I promise am not making it up" I added innocently
My talk with Mia on the night of the charity ball, helped me realize that if I wanted my relationship with my brother to ever be good again, I had to be the one to put in the effort required to fix it back to the way it used to be. Then and only then was anything ever going to get back to normal for us. And I so desperately wanted for things to be normal again, becauseI was simply getting really tired of moping around all the time and feeling sorry for myself for what had happened. The gap that I had somehow managed to create between us with that kiss wasn't going to miraculously fix itself and I wasn't about ready to have my brother hate me for the rest of his life because of it. And so I got busy. Firstly, I booked an earliest flight to the island and then went on to convince my father into giving me a few days off ev
The flight from Busan to home was as utterly miserable as it was exhausting and by the time we had finally reached our flat, my head was pounding with a rather awful headache and I wanted nothing more than to just shut myself up inside my room and sleep for a few days.Bona seemed a little concerned at my sudden change in mood of course, but she chose not to inquire as to why that was. Instead, she just left me alone with my thoughts and then went about her own business. She was kind of thoughtful that way and I was very thankful for that because Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to put into words just how much my weird encounter with Jeon's twin, Minho, had me all rilled up.Don't get me wrong, seeing Minho at that ball was a good thing. He is obviousl