“Oh…? Um, hey? Who is this? Is… this SeoHyun?”
“Um, no… This is one of YongHwa’s friends.”
“Ah… What’s going on? He always answers his phone. Did something bad happen to him?”
“N-no… he got into some accident, that’s all.”
“Well that’s technically considered bad… Is her sister Krystal alright?”
“Krystal? Ah, SooJung? Oh she’s doing fine. She’s staying with some friends.”
“Oh that’s a relief.”
“You’re their eldest sister, right?”
“Yeah, I guess… What happened to him again?”
“The situation is kinda weird. We don’t really know what exactly happened. People say he tried committing suicide but I–”
“Eherm… What’s your name?”
“T-TaeYeon. Kim TaeYeon.”
“My name is Jessica Jung—or I guess… SooYeon.”
“Let me hold on for a sec. I-I’ll call back a little bit later. Would you send me your number? I might ask you again about this.”
“Thank you. Bye.”
He was probably fine.
That’s what I tried convincing myself even though I obviously had a mini-heart attack and had the urge to shut the conversation off.
Ugh, he was probably fine. It wasn’t necessary to worry about him. He’s twenty-nine years old. He could probably take care of himself. Why do I even worry about him? We don’t even have the same blood. He’s my brother but only through our parents’ union. Er, well… that’s also kind of false since his father and my mother already divorced a long time ago. There’s really no point in calling him my brother. I really shouldn’t care about him.
But lying isn’t my thing. I do care about him to some extent. People may think I’m a cold and heartless little bitch who owns an expensive fashion line but hey, I care about my family at least. I don’t have many friends and neither do I have any close cousins or family around. I don’t even have a boyfriend. I had one but oh well, some things just aren’t meant to last. Gosh, I’m turning into an old maid.
I have my mother but she pisses me off most of the time. She’s obviously sagging physically and psychologically in an unpleasant way. She’s been whining more and throwing tantrums every time she catches me contacting YongHwa. It’s like she doesn’t even want me to acknowledge that I still have connections with my old family. I mean it was once her family, too. It’s so shameful and embarrassing. She’s not any better than Krystal who has schizophrenia. And she doesn’t even like me mentioning Krystal as if Krystal wasn’t her daughter. It pisses me off so much.
Anyway, I really thought YongHwa would be alright. He was a strong guy. He got through any problems. I thought he would be alright, and god, I should just stop trying to be optimistic sometimes. Optimism isn’t my thing at all.
TaeYeon, that friend of his, told me he tried committing suicide, but that didn’t make sense since he was a very happy guy. Every time I talk to him, he always laughed as if everything was always right with the world…
Anyway, as the days passed, TaeYeon also told me—kind of hesitantly actually—that the situation was much, much worse than everyone thought. It was only her hunch but she sounded gravely sure that something wasn’t adding up. I asked her how she thought of it that way but she wouldn’t really budge much information to me.