Yunah's POV
The hug my brother gives me feels different.
It's the hug of a liar.
I know he has lied to me all my life but now it feels…hurtful.
"Let me tend to your wound" I say softly as I pull away from the hug, trying my best to hold back the tears that threaten to fall, I don't want him to see them and lie more to me.
"Yunah-yah" he calls and I look at him a smile plastered to my face, "don't cry" he says and hold my chin, his thumb rubbing my cheekbone in circles.
"Oppa is just fine" he says with a smile that is too perfect, too unreal for me, the smile for father's client.
I drop my eyes from his eyes to his torn cloth.
Jaehyun oppa.
My brother too far gone in this bubble of pain to realize the tattered state of his cloth.
"Take it off" I say and gesture to the cloth and he does, moving slowly and barely winces from the pain, I can hear the cracks of his joints, and he can barely feel it.
I open the box and silently sort through the tools Jaehyun oppa showed me.
