I'm welcomed home
by my younger sister sitting on the couch
who usually
is in her room at this time."Taehyung oppa."
She calls,
"Mom's out again,
so can you make dinner?"I hum.
"When will she be back?""I dunno."
She shrugs.People have different ways of shrugging.
My sister's is very obvious,
like she's in a comedy show,
while Yoongi's is very slight,
like there's a weight on his shoulders
trying to keep them still."Okay.
Give me around
twenty minutes."My sister looks at me
as if she also feels
deep inside
that what Mama is doing
is betraying
who we thought she was."Okay.
Thank you, Oppa."I nod
and go into the kitchen
as two bold memories
fight against each other
to determine
what emotion I should be feeling.In the end,
I end up feeling
drained..
.
.
I watch as
my sister eats the dinner I made
like she hasn't had any food
in days.Meanwhile,
I'm taking slices of the chicken
and chewing them
until I can focus back on
what they taste like."You're not talking to your friends."
I observe out loud."Yeah."
She scoffs.
"What's that to you?"My sister often acts like this to me;
like I'm a stranger
who helps her
and her friends
are her siblings."Is dinner good?"
I don't ask that
because I'm unsure of my cooking,
but because I want her
to give me
a friendly response.She nods
without looking at me."...Am I doing something wrong?"
She shakes her head.
"It's just-..."
She sighs.
"I dunno."I raise an eyebrow.
I remember
when that would make her laugh.
Now she just glances at me
like I'm trying to be attractive."It's a girl problem.
You wouldn't understand."She stands
and walks up to her room.I don't tell her to come back
because she finished most of her food.My eyes are still looking at the staircase
as I silently hope that
she changes her mind
and comes back downstairs.My sister says that phrase a lot to me,
which makes me wonder
if the girl problem
is talking to me—
a boy—
about her regular problems.I've never really understood why
girls are both defensive yet sensitive
around boys.
Emotionally,
girls and boys aren't that far apart.
They just express them
differently.My sister knows that
I'd never make fun of her
for feeling a certain way about something.Yet she still talks to people
who would make fun of the fact
that she feels anything at all.
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