Author's note:
So peeps! I am here with the first part of Orange Candy and the second story of Rainbow series. Hope you like it and do tell me how it is.

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I crashed on my knees as darkness engulfed me. Why does it happen to me always? Am I not worth living? I looked at her motionless body as people were bowing to her. I don’t even know if these many people would be coming to pay respects to her.

I looked at my sister equally depressed as me. She greeted the people who came to see my mother for the one last time. Pitiful, isn’t it. Losing father at the age of seven and now losing my mother also. Why should it be us? Why should it always be my family?

“Jin Ae, promise me you will take care of Jina and yourself”

“You will make her a doctor right?”

I still remember the last words she spoke to me. Why should it be so early? As the guests disappeared, my sister sat down beside me holding my hand tight.

“We just have each other now Eonnie”, she cried and I hugged her tight sobbing out as loud as I can. Couldn’t Godd be a bit merciful towards us?

We performed all the last rites and headed back to home. This small and wrecked home only reminds me of her. I remember her running around the house to feed us lunch and playing hide and seek in the small room.

“I hope you are doing well up there Eomma”, I wiped the tear off my cheek and went inside. Jina just crashed onto the bed and drifted to sleep. I looked up to see if we are having anything to cook for dinner. Just Ramen, I sighed to myself.

My sister just completed her high school and being the intelligent person she is, got a seat in the medical department of SNU. Her achievement is something which we are all proud of, something which is beyond reach to most of the students.

I know how hard she worked day and night to achieve her dream. Both of us do part-time jobs to help us support ourselves. And now since Eomma is no more, we both must support ourselves. Thinking about savings, my mom managed to save some money despite the situation we were in.

I just want to use it all for Jina’s college fees. I am a college student in Korean National Institute of Arts. Though I didn’t want to go and do some job, Eomma insisted that I must follow my dream. Now that she is gone, I slowly feel my dream fading away.

I got up to see if there are any posts and I found something from SNU. I guess it is regarding Jina. I opened up to see the college fees and the last date of payment. I checked if I have the sufficient amount or not and gladly, I have.

But I know it will only be sufficient for one year. And SNU is really far from here, it might take a really long journey for Jina to come back and forth. That’s the reason Eomma opted a hostel for her over there.

If I continue my schooling, I am sure we wouldn’t have enough money to support ourselves. I looked up to see my paintings in the house. Eomma always admired my work and hung them onto the wall as if they are bought from art galleries.

To support Jina, I need to stop studying. Only that way, I could give time to more part-time jobs to earn more money. I promise you Eomma, I will make sure Jina live without any trouble and will support her no matter what.

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It’s been two weeks since that dreadful day. We were still drowning in grief about that but we didn’t stop doing our part time jobs. I already took back my certificates from the college and informed that I will not be continuing.

“Eonnie, did you just do that?”, she came crying.

“No, Jina. I just didn’t feel like studying anymore”, I lied. I don’t want her to feel guilty.

“You love painting Eonnie. Don’t lie to me”, she held my shoulders and I am controlling my urge to burst out.

“I don’t feel like doing that anymore. I just lost interest in it”, I spoke looking away from her eyes which still showed a suspicious gaze.

“Eonnie, I am not a small kid. Are you doing this for me?”, she asked and I nodded in negation.

“No, I just don’t feel like painting anymore Jina. Let’s just stop talking about it okay?”, I pleaded her and she hugged me sobbing. I just couldn’t stop tears streaming down my face.

“Eonnie made your favourite japchae, don’t you want it?”, I asked her and she nodded rushing towards the kitchen. She grew up so much but still acts like a kid.

“Eonnie, are you sure about sending me to hostel? I mean you will be all alone. I just can’t leave you like that”, she spoke and I caressed her cheek.

“Oh my Jina is worried about me. Don’t worry okay? I am planning on searching for a roommate. I will give Eomma’s room for rent.”, I spoke and she nodded still unsure. True to her words, I don’t know if I could manage everything by myself but I will have to do it for her and for us.

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“Did you pack everything?”, I asked her and she nodded with her teary eyes.

“Why is my Jina crying? Huh?”, I asked her pinching her cheeks and she hugged me tight. Please don’t cry Jina. It makes me so weak from inside.

“I don’t want to go”, she mouthed and I slapped on her arm lightly.

“Yah! I paid everything already. Don’t worry! Eonnie will come to pay you a visit once in a while okay? And don’t forget to call me every day. Or else I will come there with my frying pan”, I warned and she chuckled. I am glad that I could cheer her up.

“Bye”, I waved to her as I see her image disappearing from my sight. I should live all alone now. I applied for part time job in cafeteria nearby and also at a restaurant just a few kilometres away. I already have two part time jobs in my hand, one includes working in the convenience store and the other one is cleaning the premises of a building.

I know it will be hectic to manage 4 part times a day but that is the only way I could secure the future of my sister and fulfil the promise of my mother. I cleaned her room making it ready for renting. I took all her belongings to my room.
I held her favourite brooch in my hand and a tear rolled down my cheek. She used to love this so much. She always narrates the tale of how she met Appa and despite not having financial stability, he took our responsibility and always pampered us.

I remember playing with him in the park when I was a child. We lost him in an accident and his death made us so devastated, especially mom. It took her a year to come out of the grief.

I wonder why God is so cruel towards us. I just hate him so much. Eomma always told me that he is great and look here, he showed his greatness like this. He can take away anyone’s life. He never thinks about us. It is always the rich, who becomes richer and the poor, who becomes poorer.

Fate and karma are just bullshit. I don’t give a crap about them and I completely stopped believing them ever since my mom is gone from me.

I just washed myself and prepared lunch for myself. I still have 3 hours left to go for cleaning. I started sketching on white sheet. I then hung the placard for the room rent. It is actually difficult to get someone renting that small room. I don’t have hopes anyway.

I dressed up simple in a T-shirt and khaki pants and headed towards the company. I greeted my co-workers and they waved back a hi to me. I picked up the broom and cleaned the halls and corridors. My back hurts every time I do this work.

My head is paining a lot these days and I am taking pain killers. I completed the work and looked at the watch. Shit! I am running late, I took my daily wage and paced off to the convenience store.

“You’re late”, the manager glared and I bowed apologising him.

“As always”, he muttered and I just felt embarrassed. Thankfully, he never warned me that he would be firing me. And he always let me take the expired foods. It would be just one day late and I don’t want to waste free food.
I stood at the counter and started billing, greeting every customer. One problem here is with the students, they bring fake ids for alcohol. Spoiled brats! I have to recheck every id and make sure they are legal to drink. Or else, I would be in danger.

My shift is getting over and I got up to leave. And then a man in black hoodie came in, I sighed and stood back at the counter since the owner is busy setting up the new stock of beers.
He bought two beer cans and I billed the charge.
“Name?”, I asked him and he looked at me with a dark gaze. I just asked his name and why is he looking like that.

“Suga”, he responded in a gruff tone and I typed the name. Suga? What kind of name is that?

“Thank you Sir. Please do visit the store often”, I bowed and handed him the drinks and he just looked away not even giving a response.

“How rude”, I muttered under my breath.
The guy turned back and gave an unpredictable stare and left from the store. Is he any serial killer by chance? Wait! I completely forgot to ask him an idiot distracted by his gaze. Ugh! I am stupid

Suga, a weird and rude guy.

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Here's Yoongi walking into his story