Seventeen imagines

#172 "Double Life " (part 8)

The cool air blew the white curtains, making it dance. A boy who has a pale skin, rounded face, small eyes and red lips is sitting on the hospital bed and watching it dances. He turned his head to your side and saw you sleeping so tight at the side of his bed. The corners of his lips lifted up, savoring this moment he can freely and secretly observe your face.

"I'm sorry. Because of me, you are working so hard. I'm sorry," he mumbled, reaching your cheek with his palm: he wants to caress it, to feel his older sister's warm face. But the throbbing heart tells him that it is not an easy tasks, for he was afraid to reveal a secret he kept inside his soul. "I love you (y/n)."

Those three words became a magic spell; a spell that woke you up from a blank dreamland. When you opened your eyes, you met this boy's gaze. "Jihoon-ah! You are awake. How's your feeling?"

Without breaking the stare, he started to made a lie. "I feel great. Are you really that worried when the doctor said I collapsed last day? I'm fine now my older sister." Words of lies meet the acts of lies when he gave the sweetest smile he can offer.

A smile of reassurement drew on your tired face. "Jihoon-ah, I have a good news for you."

"Hmmm?"

You held his hand before telling him this good news, "the doctor said you can finally come home."

The beliefs of your brother's improvement made you happy. You thought it is really okay to let Jihoon come home. But...

[flashback:

"Doc. I don't have enough time left. Right?"

The doctor nodded and sighed in vain. "We did the best we can do. I'm sorry."

Jihoon smiled even though his hands are trembling. The he pleaded. "please don't tell this to my sister. Tell her I am getting better."

Doctor Park eyes widened. He tried to protest, "But Jihoon-ssi, she must k-"

"I want to live with her until my last breath. Please? If I will die, I want to die beside her. So let me spend my last days with her. Hmmm? Can you do that for me?"

]end of flashback.

Jihoon, your brother, sat down on the couch. His eyes roamed around the small house yourparents left to the both of you. It's been a long time since he came home. Nothing's change, he thought. Only the furnitures got old, but the sweet and comfortable feeling the house has are still the same.

"Do you want something to eat? I'm gonna cook for you," you excitedly asked while packing out his luggage.

Jihoon chuckled as he watches you. "Are you really excited now that I came home?"

"Of course!"

"Really? Hmmm." Jihoon breathe in and out. "I don't need anything. Just stay here and spend the day with me."

There is a sudden sadness filled your eyes as you looked at him. "I w-want to. But I have still some work to do. Can you wait for me until my work is done?"

"Work? Ah. You mean being a maid?"

"Hmmm. My employer is giving me a good salary." You looked down.

"Liar. You can't resign because we still have a lot of debt for my hospital bill. Am I right?"

"J-Jihoon."

"I'ts okay. I understand." Jihoon smiled.

"I-I'm sorry Jihoon. I can't stay by your side all the time. I am a bad sister."