Stuck Between Crime //JUNGKOOK FF// COMPLETE 💕

Chapter 35: Scars and Bandaids

"Do you have any idea what you're asking me?" he stopped in his tracks, glancing at me, with distress.

His hand slid to the back of his head, ruffling his soft dark hair repeatitavely, while his feet gained a mind of its own and once more fell into the loop of pacing around the room.
He paused for a split second looking at me, while a grown escaped his lips from the excessive thinking.

"Fuck it" he spit in frustration, turning his feet towards me. "I'll try and see what I can do. But, realise this." His voice deepened, pointing his finger at me. "No matter the outcome of this, it doesn't change the fact that this bastard is a criminal and I will not change my point of view, in relation to him, even if you feel the way you do towards him"

"He's not a bad person..." I tried explaining, but he just looked at me with eyes of disdain, which stung like a bee.

"That's my exact point. Nobody is looked upon as bad, in your eyes" he remarked, not even taking a breather and throwing everything that bothered him on the table. "You think everyone is nice and genuine! Not everyone. And I mean. EVERYONE. Thinks like you. You get so fooled easily that it literally scares me and makes me worry for you every single day of my life." his voice ached. "Do you know how worrisome it is for me? Seeing you being the way you are?" he let out a puff of air while I just stood there hearing him breath every word that he wanted out. "I'm not even saying that you're dumb or stupid. I'm just saying you're rediculously naive about the world and the people that surrounds us."

He breathed out once more, with such seriousness in his eyes.

"Mark my words, Min-hi. You're my sister and I love you with every ounce of my existence. But, I'll never. In a lifetime forgive someone who put you in this state of mind!"

"You forgave Jimin. Aren't you being one sided here?" I retorted.

"there is nothing to forgive or apologize in relation to him." his tone deepened and raised like the waves of a beach, defending Jimin, a person that wasn't even directly family. It annoyed me, it made my insides boil in anger. I passed my hand over my eye and cheek, trying to suck in the words that were just thrown at me. There was nothing to forgive or apologize for he says...

"He ju-" I was about to speak my mind but he immediately over rode me, not even giving me a chance to say what I wanted.

"He didn't do anything!" he spat out in anger, but I couldn't just stay silent.

"That's the problem! He didn't do. Anything." he just stood there. It hurt to the point I felt it in my bones. Just imagining them in that car all bent against a pole, smoke fuming from the front of the vehicle, while no life was found in it. My hands covered in their blood, hoping that somehow they would open their eyes and everything would be okay. That memory played over and over again, like a scratched CD. It was too much of a painful memory for me to just brush it off.

A moment of silence, stood between us.

He closed his dark brown eyes, trying to find some sort of peace within him, before he breath out. "If there is anyone you should blame is his brother..." he glanced at me, biting his lip while his hands landed firmly on his hips, taking baby steps towards me and closing the gap that we had created. His lips trembled, while showing such hurt in his eyes.
"He was just a teenager, minhi" he embraced my hand in his, trying to make me understand but I just shook my head. "That's not an excuse" my voice faded, while I indulged more air into my lungs.

"No. He called an ambulance." He swallowed his saliva. "his brother is the one that didn't have an excuse" A tear escaped his right eye, while his voice trembled as if every word that he spoke out, cut him from the inside, before reaching his lips.

My eyes felt watery, but I didn't want to cry. My emotions just felt so missed up, that I didn't know how to react anymore. I was worried, I was angry, frustrated and sad at the same time. But, I was everything but happy.
But what made me mostly upset was that he was right... Maybe I was wrong and just wanted to blame someone for what happened, because it felt easier to do so. I was being selfish and not fair at all, to someone who brought back my laughter after losing what was most precious to me.

He reached out for me, pulling me into a hug, but I paused him with my hand, trying to stop him from wrapping his bear arms around me. I was scared if he did so, I would break.

"You're leaking" my voice trembled, passing my thumb to wipe that salty tear away, letting him break out a chuckle mixed with a light sniff.

"Only you would say I'm leaking" his firm hand, hugged my wrist, forcing me back into the hug. "Now, hug your brother like you mean it"

" I don't want to" I complained under my breath, succeeding in trapping me in his warm embrace, sinking my head in between his neck and his shoulder and cracking all my walls. I sniffed, biting my lip that tried so hard to hold up those cracked walls. But one after another, a tear escaped, dropping on to his blue woollen jersey, while I felt his tears seap through my thin hospital gown and on to the bare skin of my shoulder. We were both breaking.

"Are you crying?!" He mocked with light sniffs, trying to pull me away from him so he could see my face but I hugged him tighter, hiding my tears away.

"Shut up" I sniffed. "you're crying too" I clutched on the woollen material that hugged him and kept the cold away.