“Wake up oppa! It’s time for breakfast!” exclaimed Yeri from downstairs. However, all I could do was groan at that response and roll back into the covers.

    “Five more minutes…” he mumbled to myself as I went back to sleep. As I shut my eyes getting prepared to continue my slumber, someone bursts through the door and jumps on my bed as they come running in.

    “Geronimo!” They exclaim, jumping on to my bed as I jump up and land on the floor.

    “You heard Yeri, wake up.” The male whispered mischievously as I rubbed my head, gaining both my consciousness and sanity. All I could do was look up at the red-headed jackass who was now sitting on my bed, criss-crossed, looking down at me as if he succeed in doing something.

     ing Park Jimin.

    “Jiminnnn...I told you to stop doing that!” I moaned as Jimin shrugged his shoulders in response. All I could do was sigh, continuously rubbing my head.

    Jimin cocked his head to the side. “Want some help?”

    I glared at him, giving him an immediate…..

    “No.”

    The hot-head shrugged his shoulders, jumping off the bed and walking over to his side of the room which we both shared. I finally managed to get back up, crawling back under the covers. I was able to get a little bit comfortable, until my damn alarm went off.

    “Godammmmit!” I groaned.  

    Jimin scoffed. “Why are you upset? It’s summer and we’re going on vacation.”

    “Yes, but why do we have to wake up so early?! School or no school, waking up at 6 AM is a crime!”I yelled from under the covers. Jimin shook his head in response and mumbled “Lazy ” under his breath.

    But I could still hear that little . I rose up from under the covers, cocking my head to the side.

    “You wanna say that again?”

    Jimin slowly turned around, raising an eyebrow.

    “You, are extremely lazy. I hope you don’t act like this when we go to America.”

    I shrugged my shoulders, plopping back on my bed. “If it makes you mad then, I’m gonna act as lazy as possible and sleep those five days away.”

    “Over my dead body headass.”

    With that, I rolled back under the covers as Jimin approached my bed attempting to take the covers off.

    “Listen here Kook, you’re not gonna be a lazy bastard and ruin this vacation for me or our caregiver downstairs!” Jimin exclaimed, continuously shaking me from under the covers.

    “Jimin, technically you’re half-adopted so you won’t have to worry about being embarrassed. Just mom and Yeri.” I shot back.

     And what does Jimin do?

     What he usually does when I mention that he and I aren’t actually brothers.

     Furiously kicking me off the bed.

    “Ow! What’s what’s up with you kicking me off my bed this morning Jimin!?” I exclaimed, rubbing my head once more.

     However this time, Jimin seemed more irritated and hurt than usual when I mention the ‘a’- word to him. He crossed his arms, walking over to his space in the room and continuing to pack his things. I hate making him feel bad sometimes because the guy has had it rough for the past few years. When we were little, at least eight years-old, Jimin was abused by his father however him and his mother were about to escape. However, while we were in freshman year, his mother, who was also friends with my mother, didn’t really help since she was a stripper and satisfied herself with the selfless acts of free and drugs like a hippy.

     I remember those awful nights I spent at Jimin’s. The smell of smoke and pills all over the dark multicolored apartment. The house itself was like a dark, unescapable nightmare. My mother and I were all Jimin had. So we took him in, and now he’s somewhat like a brother to me. He still has those times when he does a lot of regretful which is throw himself at both male and female like a hungry omega begging for her y dominate alpha, but he’s grown since then.

     Still a headass, but he’s trying unlike his parents.

      I rose up, throwing my cover on my bed and walked over towards a suddenly silent Jimin.

      I put his head on his shoulder, hugging Jimin from behind, but he still ignored me as he packed his things.

      So I broke the ice. “You’re doing that thing again.”

      Jimin stopped in his tracks, for I finally caught his attention.

      “What.”

      “You’re doing that thing, where when I say the ‘a’ word to you, you get upset and ignore me.”

       Jimin sighed. “I hate it when you mention that. That’s all.”

       “That’s understandable. But I hate it when you make me feel bad Jimin. You know even if you’re not really my brother I still consider you as one.” I hugged him tighter and could feel Jimin’s smile forming.

      “Thanks, Kookie.” He said hugging back. “You can let go now.”

       I shook my head. “Can’t, you’re like a comfortable chubby pillow.”

      Jimin’s expression changed as he pushed me off of him. “Don’t call me fat either headass!”

      I couldn’t help but laugh at Jimin’s reaction, least I got him out of his semi-depression mood. I ran out the room and heading downstairs to the kitchen where I was greeted first by my blood-related sister, Kim Yerim.

    “Annyeonghaseyo oppa-” Yeri began to say, however I cut her off in a flash.

    “Yeri….” I began. “You know how much I dislike that word.”

     Yeri frowned, slapping away my hand off .

    “But you’re older than me Kook.” She snapped.

    “Only by two years.” I argued back.

    “C’mon! I thought you’d be over that entire thing it happened years ago.” She says and I nod away in response. I didn’t wanna be ‘that-guy’ but I couldn’t help but look at my sister’s ‘screaming’ appearance. Just as I expected.

    Some kind of adorable small punk-rock schoolgirl outfit, or costume.

    But I couldn’t admit that it was cute though, seeing as she wore stuff like this all the time. So I threw her off.

    “You look like a .” I spat and she becomes furious.

    “Serious?! Why are you so peeved this morning?! For once I’m not threatening to kick your so be grateful! I even made you breakfast!” Yeri exclaimed as I looked over at the table.

     The breakfast, for once, actually looked like she tried to accomplish seeing as she has watched mother cook since she was damn-near five years old. But as the older brother, I couldn’t admit that. I look back at her furious face as she continued.

    “We’re going to another country. Least you can do is pretend like you have some kind of self-control.”

    I couldn’t help but scoff. “And who are you? Mom’s replacement.”

    “Why I-!”

    “Yeri this is the same kind of breakfast mom gives us. There’s not that much special about it and the only thing that would seem special about it is the fact that it probably tastes different than mom’s cooking. What I’m saying is, it’s probably burnt.”

    That already ticked Yeri off enough. In fact, she tackled me to the the ground and throwing constant punches. All I could do was laugh dodging her every hit. However, there was a loud “Ahem” and it sounded so strict and very familiar.

    It was our mother.

    She claps her hands which catches both me and Yeri off-guard.

    We jumped up in response, dusting ourselves off and bowed respectfully.

    “Annyeonghaseyo….Eomma.” we said in unison.

    “Annyeonghaseyo Yerim and Jeongguk.” She says in a strict manner which scares us both. It’s that tone in her voice where you think she’ll kill you in a heartbeat, or just by staring at you.  

    Eventually, her mood changes to the warm fresh smile everyone knows to expect from none other than Lee Ji-Eun, my mother. She grabbed both me and Yeri by our necks, hugging us and slightly putting us into a headlock in the process.

    “How’s my eighteen year-old and sixteen year-old doing?! Getting along I really hope so!” She exclaims excitingly and we both try hugging her back, while trying to push her away in the process. She finally lets us go, awaiting to hear our responses.

     Yeri goes first, perking up quickly as possible. “Eomma! I made breakfast!”

    Of course mom perks up, looking over at the table as surprised as I did. She hugs Yeri as tightly as possible and adds a girly squeal in the process. Dammit mother, you’re thirty-four, not ten. He looks over at me, giving me a challenging smirk.

    “Jeongguk.” She says firmly, catching me off-guard once more.

    I glup. “Yes, Eomma?”

    She pats my shoulder, pulling me into a headlock