Baby, It's Dangerous 01 - Baby, it's dangerous | 방탄을사랑하는아미중하나

Yeoju City Point

I have an older brother, Kim Seok-jin. He's 32, eight years older than me, so there's quite a bit of age difference. Because they were like parents who didn't exist, we relied on each other even more. We were always affectionate, and I felt like he would lay down his life for me.

But little by little, my brother, who had been like that, began to grow colder. "Let's talk later." "Why can't you do anything right?"

"It's because of you. I wish you weren't in this world."

That's when I realized. This person wasn't really my brother. Where did the brother I knew go? I felt suffocated. Even when good things happened, whenever I thought of my brother, a corner of my heart ached, as if being pricked with a needle.

So I started to ignore my brother too.

"It's okay. I don't need you either." "What do you know, oppa?"

I used to ignore my brother with words like this.

After that, I would stay in my room and look at the photo of my brother and I smiling with blank, empty eyes, as if I had no thoughts, and it was not that old, but it seemed to have vivid colors, as if I was asking to be looked at.

I tried to ignore the tears that were streaming down my face, and I wiped my eyes with my rough sleeve, trying to wipe away the tear stains. I scolded myself and fell asleep.

It wasn't long before my feelings for him cooled and became dull, and I collapsed.

That thing shattered me.

Dad didn't care about us. No, he didn't care about us.

To him, we were nothing more than emotionally driven puppies, torn apart like this. He rarely came home, and on the days he did, our separation seemed irrelevant, and he'd often go out and sleep.