"Kristal baby, would you mind if I talked to my brother in private for a minute?"
Jeon's voice was as steady as any man's voice would be if he didn't just witness the worst kind of betrayal anyone could ever go through right before his eyes.
He was standing by the door with his hands in his pockets looking so calm with no trace in his demeanor to suggest that there was anything wrong at all. It's when he looked me straight in the face, that the anger in his eyes betrayed his calm facade.
This was just like my brother. He always had this way of controlling his rage even in the worst of situations. I never understood that kind of behavior and it sure as hell frustrated me like crazy when we were children. It was until we grew up, that I realized just how dangerous h
When Jeon and I started that walk. I was feeling pretty nervous like I usually was whenever I was around him, but I eventually started to feel at ease as the day progressed and before long, we were laughing and joking around like we had known each other for a very long time. It was surprising to see Jeon lighten up and make easy jokes when he was always the reserved and quiet one in all the times that we had met up in the past. But it's not like I was complaining about it. Infact, I was really happy with the way the day turned out that I couldn't stop smiling and laughing at every little thing he said to me. As we walked through various stalls with different antiques on display for tourists, I found myself quietly wondering how it would feel like if I were to hold his hand while we walked. Or maybe run my hands through his me
After my brother left, I remained seated on my bed thinking about what I had done until my head couldn't handle it anymore and started aching all over again.My eyes were sore from crying too much and I was overwhelmed by my sense of guilt for hurting the one person who not only gave me love and affection my whole life, but was also patient enough to take in all the bullshit I threw at him in the course of that time. I always knew my brother deserved better than me betraying him like that, but my inability to hold up my own promises still ended up doing just that. But instead of him punching me in the face or at the very least cussing me out like expected of someone betrayed like that, Jeon seemed more worried about how my love for his woman must have caused me pain from all the time that he had been with her like his feelings
My heart was too close to the edge of falling apart as I heard my mother's mocking voice Ring through my ears while my lips were still slightly pressed against Kristal's and I knew I couldn't handle the mess I had just created.Panicked, Kristal stood up so quickly from her chair to face my mother who in turn just stared at the both of us from across the room. She looked pissed with her eyes pulled together in a scowl and her arms folded across her chest."What's going on here?" She asked in a very calm but angry voice."Mom uhm... please I can explain this to you" I tried sounding as calm as she did, but I was far too nervous for my voice to come out as confident as I had hoped for. I cleared my throat and got off the chair as well. I knew I had to find a suitabl
As the morning came, I woke up with hopes of feeling much better. Unfortunately for me however, it didn't turn out to be the case because immediately I opened my eyes, the memories of that horrid shock in his eyes came creeping back into my mind like a disease. Withering in slowly like some sort of persistent, crawling insect that was determined to get inside my head no matter how much I resisted.In the end, I gave up trying and just stared blankly into the ceiling. Wondering if I could ever find enough courage to face him again after what happened. It all seemed quite unlikely because even after sleeping on it, the pain of his rejection still lingered deep in my heart and the shame that came with it was all too much for me to handle.I released a lengthy
I thought of Jeon as I sat alone in my office long after working hours were over and everyone else had gone home.The way he'd looked at me on the night he left had itself burnt inside my brain so deep and I was more than convinced he hated my guts beyond anything else. Not like anyone would ever blame him for it anyway, because even I would hate my guts if I was the one in his position. But whether I was to be blamed or not, really didn't matter anymore because, he was gone now and I had no other way to get over my frustrations than submerging myself in work during the day, and then drinking myself to sleep right after.None of the people around me including my father ever questioned my sudden change in behavior. It was weird of me to suddenly grow fond of work
It took me a few minutes and a considerable number of deep breaths to actually calm down enough to leave my room and walk to where Jeon was patiently waiting for me in our living room. Bona had offered him a seat on the couch when she'd ushered him inside and then had somehow discreetly disappeared to her room in order to give us time to talk. I was all but a bundle of nerves as I walked over to the said couch and when he turned his head to look in my direction, all those emotions I had successfully managed to keep at bay came flooding back at just a mere glimpse of his stunning eyes."Hi jeon, how are you?" I managed to greet him in a surprisingly steady voice considering the amount of nerves that were twisting my stomach into a thousand knots. I slowly made my
Several more weeks passed and Jeon was still stuck on that damn island of his with no hint whatsoever as to when he would come back home. So that left me with no choice, but to take up on everything else that he ever did when he was around and that included attending some terribly boring charity event that he was invited to.Normally, I would never for the life of me think of going to such horrid events because I hated them. I couldn't stand the very idea of having to smile politely all night and just pretend to everyone that I was a great person. Because clearly, I wasn't. But as it turned out, I had no choice but to go there on behalf of my estranged brother.I drove out of the house to attend the said event with a mental note to get the hell out of there as soon as I possibly could. Besides, I was only going there to ke
"Okay let me get this straight" min ho began in a casual tone as if we were the best of friends having a normal conversation and not some strangers who only met less than an hour ago. He was definitely more chatty than his brother."Are you telling me that Jeon, my very quiet and absolutely reserved brother, took you out to listen to jazz, which he by the way treats like some sort of sacred tradition and actually danced with you? He narrowed his eyes at me sounding genuinely surprised and I couldn't help but laugh at just how funny he looked with that weird face he was making."Yes, I believe that's exactly what I meant" I managed to tell him in between my laughter, but he still didn't look quite convinced with his eyes still narrowing at me as if I was telling a well known lie "I promise am not making it up" I added innocently
I took the liberty of driving Mia out of the hassle of the city's unrelenting crowds and took her all the way into the outskirts to show her my favorite eating place in the whole of Busan.It is a small old fashioned restaurant built on the island of yeongdugu and it's really cozy and uncrowded and have the best view of the sea with a few flowers and trees dotted about to provide the best shade for their outdoor sitting area.My friend introduced me to the place once after we had drunk ourselves half to death at his uncle's funeral and needed a place to get some hangover soup. It didn't disappoint and I had been coming over ever since whenever I needed some alone time to think things through or mostly to just run away from my dad whenever he was pissed enough at me to want my head on a pike.We took our seats on the outside table of course because nothing could ever take Mia away from the pleasure of breathtaking views, be it snowstorms or catastroph
If anyone were to ask me why I fell in love with Mia, then I would tell them that it is all in the way she fails to blend in with the unneccesary fuss for perfection that is always related to my world. Instead, she's a scattered mess of a girl who prefers to dress up in ripped jeans, oversized sweaters and pumps than all the designer dresses, priceless jewelry and high heels there is in the world. She would choose spending her entire day sitting out on the beach or drinking coffee in a cozy cafe with her head buried in a book than go out to some fancy event flaunted with celebrities. In fact, I think that sort of thing would only appall her than it would excited her really which is why I suspected that, she would definitely find my oversized house with it's numerous servants, very overwhelming indeed. And so I decided that before she steps out and finds out that we have quite a few uniformed staff running around the house, I should prepare her a surprise as a
After preparing my bath, Jeon left me to my own devices and went downstairs to see to our breakfast. I waited till he was completely out of the room before getting myself out of the covers and went into the bathroom.Once there, I brushed my teeth, took that bath as quickly as possible and then changed into my favorite blue shorts and one of Jeon's t-shirts. It was a black round neck and definitely a designer brand by the looks of it, but it was also a few inches too big and it ended up swallowing me whole together with the jean shorts I wore underneath it.I stepped out of the room as soon as I was done and started off to find the kitchen and hopefully find Jeon in there too.The second floor hallway, with it's super expensive decorations was vacant and terribly quiet, signaling that there was no one else around on the entire second floor except for me. I walked down the carpeted floor in slow steady steps, taking my time to marvel at the beauty of
The next morning, I woke up to some lovely sound of classical music coming up from somewhere downstairs and a smiling Jeon as he lay next to me with one of his hands running through my hair and the other serving as a pillow for his head.He smiled at me after I opened my eyes, moving his hand from my hair to caress my cheek with such gentleness you'd actually think I was made out of the most fragile glass and might shutter into tiny fragments at the slightest pressure. "Good morning darling, how was your night?""It was fine." I answered shyly, feeling a little self conscious since I had just woken up and could have easily had drool smeared all over my face. I instinctively pulled up the covers to hide my face from him even though he'd had all the time in the world to look at me throughout the night.He laughed at my silliness, reaching his hand over to try and remove the sheet from my face. "What are you doing? Don't you want me to look at you?" He teased
I came back home from Kristal's place just a little after midnight and entered the house discreetly through the back entrance in an effort to avoid running into the two love birds just in case they were still up and doing God knows what in the middle of our living room. But just halfway down the hallway that led to the stairs, I caught a glimpse of my brother through a slightly opened door to Dad's study, sitting comfotably behind a pile of paper with his gaze totally fixed on a flickering laptop laid out in front of him on the desk.He seemed so taken with whatever was plastered across that computer of his that he barely heard the sound of my footsteps as I pushed the door wider and stepped inside the oval shaped office. His eyes sparkled through his rimmed, reading spectacles as he scrolled down on it, furrowing his brow more and more with each blink as if he was reading about the end of the world.I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him even though I didn't quite s
Jeon's father stood before us with a blank face that almost passed as bored. Infact, he looked kind of distracted like his mind was somewhere else entirely even though his whole body was there, standing right in front of us.He also didn't look anything like the super stern father Minho always painted him out to be. But then again, I wouldn't know him as well as his son did and so maybe, just maybe there was a chance he could suddenly change his mood and then have me thrown out of the house without so much as a second thought.It was very possible considering I was a total stranger to him and there was a chance he was a type of man who didn't like having strange, foreign women in his living room, dressed in practically nothing and holding on to his precious, hardworking son like their lives depended on it.I hoped to God with everything I had that I was just overreacting because I was already feeling kind of out of place as it was and adding a raging parent to t
Later that evening, Jeon took me out to have dinner at some expensive looking restaurant somewhere in the city.It was a beautiful place with twinkling lights hang up everywhere and chairs set out on the green lawn that overlooked the gorgeous han river. It was really quite breathtaking and I would have loved it very much if it weren't for all the curious glances we kept getting from everyone around and people actually openly fussing about who we were to each other from the moment we stepped out of the car.It turned out that my boyfriend was much more popular in his city than I first thought, he was something more of a major celebrity actually. Infact, he might as well have been a BTS member with all the crazed publicity we were getting from just a simple act of going out to eat at a restaurant.The whole experience was as tiresome as it was irritating."Okay love am going to have to ask you this, were you ever in a band at some point in your
My brother came back home with a trophy by his side. A beautiful girl who'd stolen his heart whilst he was trying so hard to mend it back to normal after I had done something terrible to it and left it broken beyond measure.She was stunning, a goddess clad in a sleeveless white dress that brought out the perfection of her soft dark brown skin with her thick curly curls left to fall down all the way to her shoulders like a cascading waterfall. Her smile was divine, a clear indication of her love for my brother who also kept his eyes on her like she was the only thing that mattered to him in the entire universe.She walked inside the house with her hand on his arm but let go of him almost immediately after she made it halfway into the living room. I watched her from up the stairs as her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened up slightly in quiet amazement.Her awe was understandable since our house has always been admired by many people for it's unique a
After we got off the plane, we went outside to get us a cab home only to be met by my driver, standing by the black limo and dressed in all black like he was some kind of bodyguard from some gangster movie. I didn't need to guess much about what had gotten into him to know that it was probably my brother who had put him up to it.Minho is a prankster, Marveling at making fun of me at every turn or messing up my perfectly laid out plans whenever he got a chance for his own amusement. And so this was him again, at another attempt of making me feel awkward because he knew I didn't want to scare Mia off with all that unnecessary luxury.I took a long sigh and brought Mia closer to my side as we walked over to the car. The driver got our bags from me, put them away in the back and then opened the door for us with all the formalities of a contract driver."Welcome home Mr Kim and you too miss." He spoke politely with his hands pressed firmly on his sides as if he was