I was sitting on the bed, staring at the wall. You tried to get me to eat. I refused. You begged. I refused. You pleaded. I refused. You eventually gave up. You were sitting on the bed, looking at the wall. Suddenly, you got up. I turned and looked at you. You headed towards the door.

“Where are you going?” I asked, concerned. You looked at me.

“I was going to get food,” you responded. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“No!” I blurted. You stared at me. “I… don’t leave me,” I whispered. “Please.” Your expression softened. You walked back over to me.

“I won’t,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around me. I immediately leaned into you, absorbing your warmth.

“Do you promise?” I whispered. My tone sounded childish, even to my ears. Some emotion flashed in your eyes. Sadness? Fear? Regret?

“Of… of course. I promise,” you replied, your voice shaking.

“Thank you,” I murmured. You put your head on my shoulder.

“No problem.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Jungkook!” Mom calls.

“Yeah?” I respond.

“I’m going out. I’ll be right back,” she says.

“Okay,” I respond. She leaves the house.

She’s not back in an hour.

“She’ll be back soon, Jieun,” I say.