My brother's friend

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After some time, Jimin, who had been gone for some time, came back and hugged Yeo-ju, who was crying loudly.

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Lady, what's wrong?

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I broke up...

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uh?

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I told you not to do that.

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So, I'm going to keep watching you suffer?

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Whether my brother is having a hard time or I am suffering alone

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Should I just watch?

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If you hid it before, that's enough...

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Don't keep your mouth shut alone anymore

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please

Of course, when I heard everything my brother said, I was very upset, but I felt even more frustrated.

Why, why on earth.

I wonder if he didn't say anything to me while I was going through all that, or if I was just being unreasonable.

Or were you too scared to say anything?

I barely suppressed the urge to run to Kim Seo-hyun and hit her right away and told Yoon-ki oppa that I was breaking up with him.

I cried for my brother's share too, until I could no longer feel warmth in my endlessly flowing tears.

Jimin, however, couldn't shed a single drop.

He just hugged me without answering and my shoulders got wet.

Because I kept blaming myself, saying that this happened because of me.

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I'm sorry, heroine

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I thought I wouldn't want to live anymore if I found out about you.

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It's better if you don't know about my embarrassing appearance.

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It's already ugly lol

The snort I felt around my shoulder made me feel even sadder.

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Don't blame yourself, kid.... Why do you keep blaming yourself?

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It's my fault, for being bullied, for being timid, for ruining your first relationship.

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I said no? Why on earth are you thinking about this on your own?

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Then, me? I feel like a younger sibling who can't listen to my brother's worries... Don't you think about me?

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I'm sorry, lady

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I don't want to hear you say sorry anymore

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Don't call me until you stop blaming yourself.

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......

bang.

So I went into the room without even seeing my brother's face.

I hated my brother so much for not saying anything and only blaming himself.

My heart ached even more because of the voice that seemed to be trying to hold back, whether it was teasing or just being annoying as usual.

I think I fell asleep after sobbing in bed for a while, but when I woke up with puffy eyes, it was 11 o'clock.

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Oh, late!

And when I turned on my phone, funny enough, it was the weekend.

(The day of the week is not clear in this piece.)

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Ha.... It's the weekend

I fell asleep without even changing my clothes, so I went out to the living room feeling uneasy.

For some reason, everything was cleaned up and it was clean.

And then, as I saw a meal being served on the table, I felt a strange sense of unease and opened the door to Jimin's room forcefully.

Strangely enough, there was no one there.