Jin slightly faltered in his steps with a headache gripping his temple.
Jun held his brother steady and anxiously said, "Jin, sit down-"
But he shook off his hand and narrowed his eyes. "Don't touch me!"
Jun stiffened. The loathe in his eyes was so deep that made Jun feel as if somebody was strangling him.
Ai watched the grief of Jin's hate reflecting in his wet eyes, and his pain brought tears in her own irises. She hated the thought of seeing him suffer Jin's bitter words. But she also knew that this conversation was important to bridge their differences.
A little pain now was necessary to prevent a lifetime of misunderstandings and sorrow.
On the other side, Jun's mind was a complete mess. What he thought was way different to what the reality was.
