"Noona!", Jimin ran into my room.
"Taehyung called me to ask me what excuse he should tell Jin hyung for the reason you are not lifting his calls", he spoke.
My heartbeat raised a bit. I ignored his calls on purpose.
"I told him to cover up by saying something about you being busy in studies. He is pestering Tae about your boxing practice", he told me.
He will know that I didn't participate in boxing some day. I should tell him.
No I can't.
"What should I do, Jimin-ah!", I held my head in hands.
"Why are trying to hide that from Jin hyung, noona?", he asked me.
"I can't tell him the whole thing, right? If I tell him that I have to study and I don't want to do boxing practice, do you know how he will react? He will nag me to death"
"I can totally imagine", he sang.
"What should I do, Jimin-ah!", I asked him and he shrugged.
"If I were you, I'll tell him the whole thing. He deserves to know it, Noona", he spoke.
He is always like this. He feels like elder to me, while he is younger to me.
When I was lost my way from my parents along with Jimin, he calmed me down when I was crying and he even asked people around to give their phones to call to our parents. I still remember how his petite figure is dragging me with him by grabbing my hand with his cute little hand .
That day... When I was kidnapped, I still remember it as if it happened yesterday. Ofcourse, it's not something insignificant to me.
That day, Jimin and I started walking as any other regular day from school to home. A car which is on a high speed stopped in front of us. We were pulled inside the car and our hands were tied together.
I was crying and Jimin whispered in my ear,"Noona..it's not the time to cry. Keep this phone hidden from them and stay strong. I'll escape from them somehow and reach our parents and I will bring you out, okay?"
I nodded then. The vehicle stopped midway and he snucked out silently while the kidnapper is talking to his boss about needing more hands because there are two kids.
After talking to him, he snucked into the car and looked for Jimin.
" Where is your brother?", he asked me. I gave him a poker face.
He slapped me on my face to get the truth out of me, but I didn't speak anything.
"Speak out!", he pulled my hair out.
"Cr@p we lost him!", he searched around for a while and took the car near some factory.
He tied me there and drove away, leaving me to the driver.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?", I cried out, but he lit up a cigar and walked away to damage his lungs.
After two hours, the kidnapper came back with a pale face.
"We got a message that her younger brother reached their house. We will be doomed", he looked scared.
"There's only one option left. Start the boiler. I'm going to dump her in it", he spoke.
Dump me in the boiler? Is that how I am going to die? Shiver ran throughout my body. Cold sweat formed all over my body. No.. This isn't happening.....I'm not going to be boiled....
"Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you? Please don't kill me. I'll ask my dad to give whatever you want. Please don't kill me", I am begging him desperately while crying like there is no tomorrow. I'm not going to see tomorrow morning.
He started the boiler and lifted me onto his shoulder. I wriggled while begging him not to kill me desperately.
"Stop right there or you are going to be killed", a cop pulled the trigger and aimed to him. The kidnapper placed me down and surrendered himself to cops.
"Noona!", Jimin ran towards me followed by my parents. He hugged me sobbing.
"Sorry for the late noona. Sorry for leaving you with them and looking for myself.", he kept on weeping like a baby he is..
I was traumatised after that incident. My cute little brother Jimin is the one who made me overcome my trauma with his kind and lovely gestures and words.
While I was a toddler, I wanted to have an older brother (oppa) whenever I saw a younger sister was taken care by her elder brother.
But who cares for an elder brother when I have a package of younger brother and older brother in a single person?
We aren't as close as we were before, but it doesn't bother me. He always speak about his two best friends, Taehyung and Jungkook.
They are good kids too. I'm happy for him. I want to hug him now.
He is cleaning up my books silently and I hugged him from behind.
"Eew.. You didn't even wash your face. Go away!", he shouted at me, but his action shows different. He patted my arm gently.
"Are you okay?", he asked me. He might have thought that I remembered my trauma.
I released my hug and nodded.
"Want some pancakes?", I asked him and his eyes shined with the mention of his favourite food.
"Okay!", we walked towards the kitchen where maid is cooking something.
"Miss? Do you need something?", she asked me with a small smile.
"I want to make pancakes for my mochi", I spoke and she smiled.
"Sure.. Our young master likes pancakes you made", she gave her space to make pancakes.
"Noona.. Don't call me mochi!", he whined.
"But you are..!", I laughed and started making pancakes.
"I am going to tell Jin every thing. He deserves to know", I spoke while we are eating pancakes.
"Yes! He deserves to know! I even told Taehyung and Jungkook about it", he spoke and bit his tongue.
"WHAT? YOU TOLD THEM? YAA! GIVE ME MY PANCAKES BACK!", he ran away with pancakes to him room quickly.