After a nice, hot shower, you skipped downstairs rubbing your wet hair with the towel. You swung your wet hair and water slapped onto Jiyong.
“Watch it!” He hissed.
“Oh.” You blinked. “When did you come home?”
“A while ago.” Jiyong mumbled as he wiped the drops of water off his room.
You shook your head.
“YAH!” Jiyong yanked the towel and threw it over your head. “Psh.” You pouted. You glared at him as he went upstairs to take a shower.
Someone came behind you and started rubbing your hair dry. You glanced back and smiled, “Hi, mommy.”
Taeyang pushed your head, “You can dry your own hair.”
You giggled and grabbed his waist from behind, “Araso, araso~ I won’t call you mommy.” Taeyang smiled and turned around. He started drying your hair for you. He asked you how your day was and you told him everything except for the visit to Anyang.
“Where’s the ramen!” Daesung asked. You walked into the kitchen.
“Ramen, again?” You put your hands on your hips.
“Then what?” He scratched his head.
“I’ll make fried rice.” You took the pan out.
Daesung grinned, “Thanks.” “No problem, oppa.” You replied.
The door opened and Seunghyun came in. “I smell something good.” He poked his head into the kitchen and smiled, “You’re cooking.”
“Yeah. I don’t want burnt ramen again.” You snickered.
“Not my fault.” Daesung whimpered from upstairs.
“I’m going to take a shower.” Seunghyun went upstairs.
In half an hour, the food was ready. “Taeyang oppa, can you call the others?” You asked. He went upstairs and called everyone else down. The 6 of you sat at the table.
“Mmmm smell~ I love it when ~~~~~~~ cooks~” Daesung grinned happily. You beamed, happy to have made your 4thbrother happy.
Seunghyun took a bite of the food and casually asked, “So. Seungri told me that you had an interesting day.”
You threw Seungri a dirty look *Betrayer!*
“Not too much. Just the usual. Studying and what-not.” You coolly fibbed.
“Lie.” Seunghyun shot you a look and you flinched. His cold eyes always sent shivers down your spine. “You know you’re becoming a lot like Jiyong now.” He stated.
Jiyong put his spoon down, “Why you gotta bring me into this?”
You sighed, “It was nothing, oppa.”
“Nothing?” Seunghyun raised an eyebrow, “You could’ve gotten hurt or much worse died.” “They didn’t catch us.” You mumbled.
Jiyong slapped the back of Seungri’s hand, “Fool! What were you doing while they were chasing her?!” “It’s not Seungri oppa’s fault. Besides, I can take care of myself.” You protested.
“Yeah, right.” Jiyong snorted. You made a face.
“From now on, I want you two to send me an evidence snapshot in the library after school. I have to get it within 10 minutes of when school ends, araso?” Seunghyun ordered. “Oppa.” You whined. “That’s the end of that conversation.” He started to eat again. You pouted and poked your food.
After dinner, Seungri washed the dishes.
You went upstairs and spent time in your own room. Close to midnight, you felt sleepy and headed to bed.
There was a knock on the door. “Come in.” You said. Taeyang opened the door, “Were you sleeping?”
“I was about to. What’s up?” You asked.
“Why? I can’t tuck you in anymore cause you’re 17? Are you too old for my lullaby now?” He teased.
You chuckled, “I will never be too old for your lullaby.” You lay down and rested your hands on your stomach. Taeyang fixed the covers over you and smoothed your long hair back as he sang a sweet lullaby. It was the same one your mom had sang to you when you were little.
Before you could cry at the memory, Taeyang asked, “Are you mad at Seunghyun hyung?” “Huh?” You opened your eyes.
“You know, cause he told you to take a picture of you at the library.” He reminded. “Oh.” You grumbled.
“Don’t be mad. He’s overprotective because he cares for you a lot. If he loses any of us, it’ll be traumatic for him.” Taeyang explained.
You softened, “I know. That’s why I didn’t throw a tantrum.” He chuckled and pinched your cheek, “That’s my sister.” You beamed.
“Go to sleep. Tomorrow is Saturday so you can sleep in.” Taeyang said.
You requested, “Stay until I fall asleep, okay, oppa?” He nodded.
You closed your eyes. Your breaths became even and when he passed a hand in front of your face, you didn’t move.
Taeyang was about to leave when he saw the ring on your finger. He noticed that it was your mother’s ring. Taeyang softly ran a finger over it. *Mom, it’s been a while since we’ve visited you. We miss you. ~~~~~~ still thinks of you a lot.* He gazed at you. *Come to think of it, she’s starting to look like more like you now.*
Taeyang bent down, softly kissed your forehead, and left the room.