When we finally get back to the house, Tae opens the door for all of us. Jimin skips in happily while the rest of us walk in normally. I know Jungkook's had his eyes on me for the entire walk back since Jimin's question, but I avoid his gaze. 
                          
"We were beginning to wonder if any of you were ever going to return!" Jin exclaims as we walk into the living room. 
                          
"Sorry. That's my fault. I had to do some last minute shopping." I explain softly, giving him a small smile. He just smiles and nods. 
                          
Hobi glances over at me, but merely rolls his eyes and returns his attention to Mina who's sat at his side. A small sigh falls from my lips at this actions, ducking my head for a moment. 
                          
My phone buzzes a few seconds later though, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. Frowning as I pull the device from my pocket, it's an unknown number. Everyone's attention is on me as I answer it, including my brothers. Though, he just seems more annoyed than anything. 
                          
"Hello?" I answer my phone, frowning in confusion as to why I'm receiving a call this late from an unknown number. 
                          
"Hello. Is this Jung Minsae?" I hear a male voice on the other end of the line. Shifting myself so that I've got all the bags in one hand and actually using the other to hold my phone. 
                          
"Yes, this is her. May I ask who's calling and why?" I answer. 
                          
"This is the Gwangju Hospital. I tried calling your father, but he didn't answer. I needed to inform you that your mother and sister have been in a terrible car accident, I'm afraid." He informs me. I feel my breathing become shallow at his words. 
                          
"Are they okay?" I ask, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I no longer feel as though I'm in the room with anyone, blankly staring ahead at the wall opposite of me. 
                          
"I'm sorry to inform you, but your sister didn't make it. She was killed in impact. Your mother, however, survived with few injuries. From what we've already gathered thus far, your mother had been driving under the influence with your sister who was high. 
                          
"It sounds from your mother, that she'd been driving and there'd been on coming traffic at the time when your sister started hallucinating and screamed about some sort of thing she found to be in the way. From the victim, he said he'd seen the car swerve a little at first but then it took a much larger swerve which was what crashed them. 
                          
"We're guessing that your mother had been swerving in general from the alcohol and that your sister took the wheel and made the larger swerve while she was hallucinating. I'm very sorry for your loss, Ms. Jung." He explains. 
                          
I no longer feel myself breathing after he finishes. I don't feel anything. Not when the phone slips from my hands. Not when I collapse onto my knees. Not the tears falling down my face. Not when Kookie gets down and pulls me into him. Not when Chae appears by my side as well and wraps her arms around me too. I don't hear it when everyone starts asking questions. 
                          
I don't know how long it takes before I'm finally brought back to reality. When all of my surroundings suddenly starts processing in my brain again. 
                          
Sucking in a sharp breath, I look up at Kookie. He watches me worriedly, moving himself to completely sit on the floor before pulling me into him even more. I allow myself to curl into his side, turning my body slightly so that I can lean against him more. He just wraps his arms tightly around me as I rest my head against his chest. 
                          
It takes me a few minutes before I can gather any sort of strength to face my brother. Turning my head to look back at my brother finally, I keep it rested back against Kookie. 
                          
"She's gone. Eunha's gone." I speak. His eyes widen before his entire composure just crumples. 
                          
"What? How?" He cries softly, looking at me with pain and confusion in his eyes. 
                          
I don't know. I don't know what happens. I don't know what it is, but something in that moment snaps. Something inside of me just completely snaps as I glare at him. 
                          
It shouldn't have been me. I shouldn't have been the one to get the call. I'm the youngest in the fucking family, and yet I got the goddamn call. Stood here in the same room and my brother, and yet I get the call. I have to deliver the news. 
                          
"Maybe if you were more part of the family, you would know! Maybe if you acted like you had a goddamn family, you'd actually have any fucking clue! I'm the goddamn youngest and I got the fucking call, Hobi! You should at the very least have a fucking clue as to why she's gone! Maybe if you acted like a part of the goddamn family and like a fucking brother, then maybe you'd have gotten the damned call!" I shout at him before curling further into Jungkook as the pain of everything begins to hit. 
                          
His grip on my tightens slightly, holding me and comforting me as I cry into his chest. I don't know how much longer we're in that position before I'm picked up and carried elsewhere. 
                          
Feeling myself be set down with him on a much softer place, I can only guess that Jungkook's brought us into his room and sat us on his bed. He holds me to him gently, moving us so that we're laying down. I tiredly move myself so that I'm a bit less curled up, laying up against him still though. Laying there cuddled up with him, I continue to rest my head on his chest as I slowly begin to calm back down. 
                          
"Thank you, Kookie." I say quietly, though my voice cracks part way through as I speak. He continues rubbing my back gently, more so just letting his hand trail up and down it as he watches me with a look of care in his eyes. 
                          
"For what, Minnie?" He asks softly in confusion, a small but confused smile on his lips. Turning my head and my body a little so that I can look up at him a bit better, it's the first time I actually notice his eyes are a dark chocolate color that suits him well. 
                          
"For always being here for me and not making fun of me for seeing me so weak like this." I answer, laying my head back down on his chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I can still see him grin down at me. 
                          
"You don't have to thank me for that, Minnie. I'm always going to be here for you. I'd never make fun of you or tease over something as little as crying. Everybody does it. I just wish there were something I could do to keep you happier." He responds, his hand that's trailing my back switching motions as he begins drawing random little patterns and designs on my back. A small smile pulls on my face at his words, feeling myself begin to blush a bit. 
                          
"It's nearly impossible to keep anyone completely happy all the time, Jungkookie. But, you make me happier." I tell him. 
                          
"I do?" He asks softly, sounding a bit surprised but definitely happy. Feeling my blush deepen, I bite my lip and bury my head slightly into his chest as I nod in response. 
                          
"Good. I'm glad I can make you happier, Minnie."