2장 : 에 의해 죽음; 쌀

chapter 2 : death by; rice

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yoongi sighed, he plopped his tired body on his bed, a black paper bag hanging on his fingers threatening to fall any second now. He shut his eyes for a few seconds, for some reason he felt frustrated that night; frustration as well as confusion mixed together in him resulting in a sighing machine called min yoongi. He sat up abruptly, his abs temporarily contracted making him feel a bit satisfied at his little ab work. He placed his paper bag on his lap and took out the white dress shirt, a smaller size than he was that he bought earlier when he went out. Yoongi stared at the said fabric, his mind wondering from various thoughts that were good and bad. He once more sighed as he snapped himself out from his trance; he walked over to his closet and placed the bag along with the other what looked like hundreds of paper bags with different shape and sizes; a few boxes here and there too The sound of the main door closing made yoongi frown; he walked over to the living room thinking that one of s had came home early because they had always pitied him for staying at home all day on chuseok— but honestly, he usually went out shopping at stores that are open which usually were branded stores Yoongi froze on his spot, his gaze stuck on the one girl in his living room. He was unable to move nor was he able to breathe. He stared at his younger sister standing in front of him, so close that he could immediately pull her into a hug but he did not instead he was frozen thinking that he's going crazy. His mind was playing tricks on him. His doubts vanished in thin air when yoonmi pulled his black sweater towards her before wrapping her short arms around his waist. Again, different totally opposite emotions were drowning him; he was happy confused relieved even. Yoongi slowly wrapped his arms around her, as if he feared a mere touch could make her disappear. He gulped, sadness filled his eyes at the thought of the last time he hugged her which was 9 years ago; She could barely touch his waist but now her height went up to his chest. He was sad that he could not witnessed her growth and a little voice in him said that he will make up for it and see her go through her puberty at least. There were a little spark of hope in him that he could continuously meet her, spend time, update each other for the decade they had been separated. Yoongi brushed her long black hair with the edges dyed a bright colour, his fingers interlocked with her soft hair as he leaned his chin on the top of her head. Yoongi gulped; he had wanted to ask her something for so long more specifically 9 years but now that he had the chance to he just could now swallow the lump in his throat. Instead, he kept on brushing her hair with his other arm safely rested on her upper back. He jolted when suddenly yoonmi pushed him away slightly to break the hug. He was so deep in thought that he had not realised they had been hugging for a good 10 minutes. Yoongi stared at his younger sister, he noticed that she took their mother's eyes while he took their father's she could see that she had grown up well and he was glad she did. “ h-have you eaten? ” Yoongi broke the silence, finally he was able to ask rather than worrying a