You crept downstairs.
Daesung and Seungri were cleaning up.
You squeezed Daesung’s shoulder, “Mianhae oppa.” “You don’t have to be! As long as you’re safe!” He cheerfully beamed. You smiled back.
Seungri was grumbling as he was sweeping the floor. You squeezed his arm, “Mianhae, maknae oppa.” He forgave you instantly, “Next time you run away, take me, too.” You chuckled and lightly whacked his arm. Seungri laughed along.
You squeezed his arm again and crept towards the kitchen.
Jiyong was standing at the sink looking out the window.
You swallowed guiltily. You took a deep breath and crept towards him. You opened your mouth but didn’t know exactly what to say. So you just wrapped your arms around his waist from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder.
“Are you still mad at me, Jiyong oppa?” You whispered. He looked away with a taut jaw.
“Mianhae.” You sincerely apologized. “I know I worried you a lot. I won’t do it ever again.”
Jiyong pulled away, “Goddamit. You don’t know exactly what you did wrong.” He glared at you.
You looked at the ground guiltily.
“Easy, Jiyong.” Taeyang eyed him and left.
Jiyong ignored him. “Do you really want to see oppa go crazy? Why didn’t you come home last night?!”
“I fell asleep.” You whispered.
“You were never irresponsible like this before you met him! Honestly, what happened to you? You changed a lot. Are you still my sister who waited in front of the time-out room for me for hours till no end?” Jiyong snarled.
You winced at the accusation. He shook his head in rage, “You know what pisses me off more? That you took his side in front of us. We’re your blood brothers. Guys come and go but not family. We’re with you for life. Yet, you defended him like we’re the ones that did wrong!”
Thinking back now, you felt guilty more than ever.
“You love him that much? Go to him. I’m through. If you don’t want me as brother, I don’t want you as a sister either.” Jiyong stormed off.
Crying, you dropped onto the floor.
Jiyong froze at your cries. *Damn.* His heart constricted in agony. Your tears drove him mad and sad. He closed his eyes and tried to leave but your cries became more pitiful. *.*
Taeyang came over. He saw you sobbing on the floor. He darkly eyed Jiyong, “You really want to hurt her like that? You were the one that was worried the most last night, Kim Jiyong. Don’t you dare upset her now. If you really cared for her, you would just be happy she came home safe.” Taeyang left.
Jiyong’s shoulders fell *He’s right.* He went back into the kitchen. You were still bawling.
Jiyong bent down and softly gazed at you. You tearfully looked at him.
“Come here.” Jiyong cupped the back of your head and drew you into his chest. You cried against his shoulder. “You take another person’s side in front of me again and I won’t forgive you then.” He whispered. You nodded and clung onto him.
Jiyong softly d your hair, “I take everything back. No matter how irresponsible, foolish, and irritable you are, I’ll always want you as a sister. You just have to understand me. The thought of you in danger drives me insane. You know how much I love you. Forgive me.”
You closed your eyes as a tear dropped down your face. “I love you, too, Jiyong oppa. I’m sorry.”
Seunghyun had watched the whole thing. He softly smiled and turned to go.
Daesung skipped to the kitchen for water but Seunghyun stopped him. “Don’t disturb them.”
Daesung looked in and blinked, “Oh.”
“I’m going to work.” Seunghyun left.