"You're not crying, are you?" I asked her as I entered her room.

She hugged her teddy tighter, burying her face and swollen eyes.

"Jisoo, don't be sad."

I could hear her hiccups. It's been a long time since I saw her get upset on something to the point that it made her cry. I guess he really managed to snug a place in her heart.

Jiyong was as good as an older brother to her. When I couldn't attend to her whims as I was busy with things going on with school and Dad was always with his business, Jiyong would pick her up, drop her to school with us, and even bring her to eat. Until lately, I supposed.

I heard her mutter something but it was incoherent enough for me to understand.

"Why did you let it happen?" She rasped.

I had to look at her. Half of her face was still buried in her teddy but her right eye zeroed on me just above her arms. "Why, unnie?"

I don't know why I have to explain myself. And I'm dreading that this will be for the long haul as soon as the news breaks out when it's not even about me. But I've realized that Jisoo has the right to understand the circumstances.

"I'm gonna let you in a little secret, ok?" My head was still spinnng and I have make up something to ease both our pains. "I...uhm...we, Jiyong and I, we were afraid. We were tiptoeing with each other we missed our timing. Jiyong is happy now. You know when you always tell him that you're gonna pray for him to find his happiness? It work