Sin ||KookV||

31

I couldn't help but let out a laugh. Ugly Liu hardened his face and glared at me. I sprawled out on the desk with my head slanted, revealing the top of my head as I said 'equal to 2 times square root 2'. He then quickly became amicable, pushing his glasses up to explain the next question that many people had gotten wrong.

During the two periods of self-study that came after, I buried my head in a general science paper. From start to end, there was basically not a single question that I knew how to do, so I had no choice but to start from the top, flipping through my books and exercise booklets. During the entire two periods of self-study, I had only finished the physics multiple-choice questions.

But it was almost time. I had Chaewon help me ask for leave to not attend night self-study and picked up my bag, leaving. There was a florist shop near the school gates. I bought a bouquet of roses and hid it in my bag, then took public transport to my hyung's office to pick him up from work.

The security guards at the office recognised me and let me into the carpark to wait for my hyung. I squatted for a while next to his BMW. My hyung slowly walked over, still talking endlessly on the phone.

His face was very pale and he was in a bad mood too. The other party hung up the phone first. My hyung abruptly threw all of the files in his hand onto the ground, gripping his phone tightly as he cooled himself down. He clenched his teeth for half a minute before finally calming down. He squatted down and pulled at his hair, silently cursing 'fuck your mother'. I saw the shape of his lips coarsely swearing, blue veins popping out of his temples, his expression extremely irritated. I wanted to immediately go over and hug him, but at the same time I felt like that wasn't a good idea, so I fished out my phone and gave him a call.

Jungkook angrily picked his phone up. The moment he saw the name on the screen, his expression magically calmed down. He leaned against the car door and answered my call.

Just when I crawled to the car park entrance on my hands and feet, the call connected.

"Hm?"

"I came to pick you up. I'm reaching in about thirty seconds, have you gotten off work?"

"Mn."

From afar, I saw my hyung hang up and quickly smooth out his wrinkled tie and messy hair, pick up the files off the ground and pat the dust off. When I reached him, he was already glowing, revealing two cute canine teeth to me.

"You just wanted to skip class, didn't you?" He raised his chin, gesturing for me to get into the car. "Let's go and eat some good food."

Of course, it wasn't because I wanted to skip class. I snatched the driver's seat and my hyung didn't fight for it with me either. The lighting in the car was dim. I took out the bouquet of roses, its petals and ribbon wrinkled, from my bag and gave it to him.

He was very surprised, the corner of his lips curving upwards. He rubbed his chin and coughed a couple of times before accepting the flowers and putting them on his lap. I could tell that my hyung wanted to pretend that this was nothing to him, but he kept glancing at the flowers from the corner of his eye and at last, he couldn't hold back anymore and started flipping through the bouquet. He found the complimentary card provided by the florist shop inside. When he saw that it only had a printed line in English, 'Love you every day', which came with the card, he looked a bit disappointed.

Oh no, I had made a wrong move. Next time, I would remember to write him a card.

I started up the car and asked him nonchalantly, Did today's work go smoothly?

My hyung raised an eyebrow, relaxed, "It went pretty well."

I didn't expose him, but I knew that the old fogeys who held shares in the company had definitely bullied my hyung again.

I reached a hand out towards him. He gave me a light sneer, "What are you doing?"

I grabbed his hand and held it.

My hyung stayed silent for a long time before laughing softly, "Fine, it didn't go very smoothly, but it'll get better sooner or later. I'll work overtime later tonight at home."

"It will get better," I replied to him.

I took advantage of when he wasn't paying attention to drive the car to the hospital. My hyung kept his two legs in the car, not getting off, "Is there really a need to go to the hospital? Applying a bit of ointment is enough, I'm in a rush to get home and work. Let's eat first."

I dragged him out of the car. Namjoon hyung had already gotten an appointment. When we got to the doctor, I pushed my hyung into the seat and told the doctor, "I'm his hyung, if he cries from pain later, don't laugh at him."

The doctor glanced at my school uniform, then at my hyung's suit, promptly laughing. My hyung laughed along with him, licking his lips as he smiled while quietly telling me, "Darling, too much, too much."

He was telling me in a roundabout way that my current actions were a bit too overboard. I didn't think so. When I got the chance to fuck him, then he'd know what overboard really meant.

The doctor scolded him for not coming earlier to treat his wounds. At the same time, he helped my hyung to wash the pus in his wounds and disinfect it. My hyung lowered his head and played with his phone, not making a sound. I was so nervous that my hands were dripping with sweat.

In the end, my hyung's left forearm was wrapped in a thin layer of breathable gauze. I finally let out a sigh of relief. When we walked out of the hospital, I groped about for his hand to hold it. Right as my fingertips touched him, my hand was pulled into his.

He pushed me against the car door and trapped me between his two arms. He raised his chin slightly, looking me up and down, "Where did the sun rise from today? Are you still my Taehyung? Give me back the rascal Taehyung who makes me angry, stirs up trouble and gets up to no good."

I couldn't give that Taehyung back to him.

I realised that actually, people didn't grow up gradually. Perhaps it was on a certain stormy night when one was startled awake by thunder and wanted to be wrapped in someone's arms, yet realised that the person who had always served as their protector was also covering their own ears and trembling, did people suddenly grow up.

I drove him home. He leaned against the glass, sleeping in the front passenger seat. His suit was wrinkled and he held my flowers on his chest. I secretly pulled out the card inside the bouquet and wrote on it with a pen, 'For my dear Jungkook hyung.'

I thought about it for a moment, then scribbled out that line and wrote instead, 'For my baby Jungkook.'

After pondering for a while, I scribbled it out again.

In the end, the card became a scribbled-out mess. The only words left were squeezed in the corner--

"When you're tired, just make out and make love with me."