Sunlight pored into my room, the walls glowed a light yellow color. Pictures hang of me and Bangtan, of me and my brother. My white comforter felt smooth between my fingers and the matching sheets were like silk. I enjoyed these moments, the ones where you appreciate everything. No matter of they gave you harm or delight. "Your brother will be here in 30 minutes!! Hurry get dressed!" My mother comes barging in, queuing the headache. "Aish, why is that bastard coming?!" I yell, the nauseating headache coming on strong. "To pick you up!" She says, grabbing the pictures from the wall and throwing them into a suitcase. Not that I notice, I had no clothes in my closet and nothing on top of my dresser. "Omma! Your can't be serious!" I yell, the headache now like a cluster of fireworks going off in my head. "Sorry, honey, but you agreed last night, remember?" She says, still throwing things into a suitcase. "No! No! No! No!" I smack my hands over my ears, trying to drain out her voice, as the tears stream down. What am I going to do without Bangtan?! Without JungKook! They keep me sane! Alive. "No! No! No! I'm really going to die! Omma, please, I'm begging you! I was drunk when I agreed!" I yell, as I sit up in bed and bring my knees to my chest. "Even more reason to go! Get better Ji-Yung! Honestly, I think this will be good for you!" She says, looking at me sympathetic. I scowl at her, "You really just want me to die, don't ya!" I yell, I jump out of bed and run out of the room. I find my dad sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. I take a turn and run right out of the house, only to slam into my brother. "Yah! Little sis, where do you think you're going!" He yells and grabs me by the waist and throws me over his shoulder. "Yah!! Let me go!! I'll never forgive you!" I yell, slamming on his back with my fists. Still in the attire from last night, I struggle to pull down my skirt. "Yah, Oppa, I don't want my to show!" I say quieter, he does a quick "oh" and starts to take me to the car. I start to bawl my eyes out, " Oppa, please! Please! I don't wanna go!" I cry, he slams the door and locks the car. I bang on the window, "Yah! Get me out of here!" He goes into the house and he emerges with two suitcases and and bag. "Oppa, please!" I cry, boogers seeping into my mouth. As he gets into the car, he waves