The doors of my house flung open. I felt my whole body burning with rage.

I entered the home, and my driver was carrying my luggage behind.

I was looking like a ghost, probably.

The vacation, which I was so enthusiastic about, couldn't frustrate me more. I was exhausted emotionally and physically.

Just the thought of how I wanted to spend my vacations with him so beautifully, but the contrasting reality brought back oceans of tears in my eyes, tightening my chest, and making me unable to speak.

With these thoughts clouding my mind, I slowly made my way upstairs to my room.

"Wow! I didn't expect to see you this early."

The voice rang in my ears like someone was screeching a blackboard. I was too annoyed to even hear her voice right now. So, I chose to ignore her.

And started to ascend the stairs. High-pitched sarcastic chuckles echoed through the silent halls.

"You must've had a lot of fun. But your face says otherwise. Why so? "She asked mockingly.

I stopped from moving any further as she stepped in front of me, with those bitchy expressions, which made me clench my teeth in annoyance. Her face never seemed this much irritating as much as it seems right now.

"Yoona, Get aside. I am not interested in arguing with you right now." I said in a firm, straight voice.

"I am not done talking to you yet." She said, her smirk widens. How badly I wanted to slap it off her face. She sure knows well how to get on my nerves.

"But I am done," I said as I was about to move away, she grabbed me by my arms.

Unable to hold the swirling, overwhelming emotions rushing down my body, I turned around yelling at her.

"Leave my freaking hand!" I fumed in anger before making my steps towards my room, I banged the door close.

I wanted to scream, punch someone. Nothing could describe the frustration I felt right now.

Our trip together...had gone well I wouldn't deny. But why does it always end up bad?

I aggressively unbuttoned my shirt, removing it and throwing it to the corner of my room. Looking at my reflection in the mirror in front of me, I took a few deep breaths, telling myself not to cry.

"Don't cry"

"Don't cry because of him."

I repeated those words in my head.

And with that, I don't remember when I fell asleep.

I groaned loudly, because of the disturbance caused by my phone ringing. With half eyes open, I saw who was calling.

It was my secretary. I picked up the call. Turns out that I needed to take some directors of the American client company for dinner and discuss some work.

I groaned in annoyance, realizing that I completely forgot about it as I knew it before. My secretary reminded me. I took a 3-hour nap still my tiredness didn't go away a bit. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

5:50 pm, it showed. Realizing I still had time, I pulled the blanket over me.

"Just 10 more minutes."

I told myself closing my eyes.

After a few seconds, I forcefully opened my eyes again. Realizing my 10 minutes would gradually become 1 hour, I slipped out of the sheets, yawning.

I got ready in half an hour. I would have to go to the office first to grab some files first.

I took a last glance at myself in the mirror, satisfied with the formals I wore. I tried to put the best smile on myself, trying not to bring any memory of the morning that could sadden my heart.

Suddenly, I got a call. My heart softened at the name. It feels like it's not 4 days, but 4 years being apart from him. This is how much I missed him.

I answered the call. "Good evening," I spoke. I didn't have to put any fake joy in my voice. It was natural when it came to Sunwoo. My only home.

"Good evening, dear. So, are you going for the dinner with directors?"

"Yes, Mr. Choi is going to be there with me."

"Well, you don't have to. You just came back and must be tired from the traveling. Just rest. I'll handle it."

A smile unknowingly tugged at the corner of my lips, knowing someone cared for me. But I knew just how busy his schedule was. Besides, I just took a good nap which made me feel better. So, I insisted on going instead.

The dinner meeting came to an end. Everything went smoothly and perfectly. I shook hands with three directors in front of me and so did Mr. Choi, from the board of directors in our company.

Exiting the restaurant, I looked at my wristwatch. It displayed 9:00 pm.

I walked to my car only to see the driver was not there. I took my phone out to call him to come fast. It was cold outside, so I decided to rest inside the car.

Once inside, I opened my phone and checked the call log. I saw several messages and a few missed calls from him.

Jimin.

I tapped on his number to call him. But paused a bit thinking, "What am I going to say?"

Sighing, I retreated my hands back. I didn't know why I was so raging in the morning. I closed my eyes and rested my head back. I replayed the events from last night till now.

His explanations.

For a moment, I told my heart to believe that it was not his fault that she sat so close; stuck to him like she was his girlfriend or someone, and that he didn't purposely ignore me. It's just she kept talking and asking which he couldn't manage to dodge. It's all fine till that.

But what about what happened on the plane? He just simply said 'Then let's not talk' and that I was making a fuss, not even understanding what was bothering me. My brain didn't allow me to justify that.

I was suddenly snapped out of all my thoughts as I heard the constant honking of a car beside mine. I turned my head to look out the window.

My face lit up seeing Sunwoo's car. I quickly opened the door of my car. As I was getting down, I saw him rolling his car's windows down and signaling me to get into his car.

I happily skipped to his car, before getting into the passenger's seat.

"You? Here?" I asked as soon as I got in.

"Yes, I came to pick you up." He said as he started to drive away.

"Call your driver to inform him. He would be worried." he reminded me.

"Oh yeah," I said calling my driver and informing him that I was going with Sunwoo.

"Now tell me, what is it about that my sister is looking so down?" He asked as soon as I hung up the call.

"Looking down? Who, me? Nope. Instead, I am feeling better than I was since I am with you." I said looking outside the window. It wasn't a complete lie though. His presence did make me feel better.

I didn't want him to know. He always disliked the idea of me getting married to Jimin for my father's last wish. He disliked Jimin for some unknown reasons. He always made sure I was happy with this decision.

Suddenly, he pulled the car to the side of the street and turned his body towards me. Caressing my head with his brotherly love pouring, he said.

"Look at me." He said in a gentle voice. But I didn't obey.

"Just start driving. It's late." I said still avoiding looking into his eyes. I just laughed a bit trying to shrug it off, only to make it look more obvious. Well, blame my dumb brain.

He sighed before resting his hands on either side of my head, making me face him.

"Don't lie. Your eyes tell."

He said in the ever-most soothing voice, making my heart swell. I couldn't bear the pressure inside my heart anymore.

I looked at him with my blurred gaze as an ocean of tears made their way through my eyes. He quickly pulled me into his comforting embrace.

I cried and cried my heart out, letting out all those unsaid words that I was dying to say. I didn't have to worry about my words. I was carefree with them because I knew the one listening to me would never throw questions or judge me. My brother. He always had and would always listen to me. He had always been my comfort place, the only person who had seen me cry at my worst.

I narrated the whole incident, still sobbing in his embrace. He caressed my hair softly, whispering soothing words as I gradually calmed down.

"L-let go h-home," I said between hiccups.

He quickly passed me a small water bottle before whispering, "Let's go."

The rest of the ride was calm. I am glad that he didn't ask any more questions. Glancing over me from time to time, he made sure I was okay.

Soon, we reached home, and he stopped the car. I unbuckled my seatbelt. As I was about to open the door, he grabbed my hands slowly, refraining me from doing so.

He looked like he wanted to say something, so I signaled him to continue. He took a deep breath.

"First of all, I don't like tears in your eyes," he extended his hand to wipe out a dried-tear stain on my face.

"Yuri, if you can't, then don't. Don't bound yourself to a painful relationship unwillingly. Just think about it, if you want to marry him or not. Whatever your decision is, just remember that I am always with you." He said, flashing me a small smile.

His words unknowingly clenched my heart. Did I want to leave Jimin?

I was one hundred percent sure that I was mad at him, but honestly, this thought never crossed my mind. Not even once. The thought of leaving him. 

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