He stood outside the hospital room patiently with his aunt, waiting for someone to open the door so he could see her. It’d been so many hours already since his mother went to the hospital, now it was night time and he would have to go to bed soon. But he refused to leave until he get to see his umma and the new baby.

“Kibum, come meet your sister.”

“Appa, what’s her name?” Kibum asked curiously, holding his father's hand as the older male led his son over to where his wife was sitting in a chair, smiling down at the blessing that she held. In her arms was a bundle of blankets that Kibum knew held his baby sister.

“Kibum, this is Dayeun,” His mother said gently, tilting her arms down so her ten year old son could see the infant.

Kibum felt his heart swelled up as he first saw her little angelic face.

He knew right away that from this day forward he was going to spoil her rotten.

She was his adorable baby sister.

“Hi, Dayeun. I’m Kibum, your oppa. I love you.”

She blinked open her wide brown eyes and stared up at him curiously.

And she smiled for the first time since she was born.

Kibum sat in the back of the classroom with his head leaning against the palm of his hand. The teacher was droning on and on about something that he couldn’t care less about. He never paid any attention in any of his classes; it was a waste of time. The only reason he came to school because if he didn’t then the Truancy officers would come after him again and stick him in the boy’s home, or so the principal had said so when they'd figured out how often he was skipping.  

He winced slightly as the bell rang; the loud noise making his head hurt ten times more than it already did. Note to self, stop ing coming to school hung over. Yeah, last night was another night filled with drinking, smoking, and taking whatever the hell was shoved in his hands. It had been a pretty wild party and he always went to them. It was the only way to get the stuff for free. It’s not like he had the money to buy that crap himself.

But all the drinking and smoking in the world wasn’t enough, because he was still thinking about her, dreaming about her, and tearing himself up inside about her.

“Kim Kibum, you’re late again.”

He glanced at the teacher and shrugged without a care in the world as he walked into Pre-Calculus class, nearly