Want me
The me who has lost the way
Want me
Like always, I

I feel so far away
You always come my way
I repeat again

Get away away away from me
Get away away from me

I can't free myself from this lie
Give me back my laughter.

🎹🎹🎹🎹

We spent our time fighting with each other. Insulting each others with all the names we could come up with. We threw insults at each other, and when the occasion came, dirty moves came back our way. One bucket of ice cold water under the shower or to wake up, a little bit of flour in the face or while coming out of the shower, and why not some shampoo in the slippers or on the bed sheets? When it came to ruining the life of the other, our imagination came flowing.

Today, was my birthday. All three of us were seated at the table. Jimin was wearing a nice shirt for the occasion and my mother, a nice dress, while I, on the other hand, was wearing a simple oversized shirt that served me as pajamas. I wasn't wearing any pants, it was useless, and there was no way I could catch a cold in March.

Mom arrived with a chocolate cake. On top, twelve lighted candles. She placed it on the table.

"Happy Birthday Suga"

"Suga". She found the nickname after a comment Jimin threw at me. "Your skin is as white as sugar." He said. This amused my mom a lot, who had a slightly darker skin tone than me now. I thanked her and she started to serve the cake.

I then started to eat, but spit out immediately what was in my mouth while staring at Jimin who hadn't touch his piece yet. My mom gave us a confused look.

"What? My cake isn't good?" She asked.

"Jimin, you bastard."

My mom gave me a big slap on the back of my head. She was irritated. She took the plate and threw the cake away, with our pieces as well.

"Thanks boys for this never ending wasting. Both of you in your rooms now, and I don't want to hear anything!"

I let it slide and started going to my room while stomping on my way there. Once I got into the room, I sat next to the door after closing it. When he opened it, I took him from behind and covered his mouth with my small hands. He tried to shout, but it was as noticeable as a broken piano.

"How dared you?!" I said while gritting my teeth.

He bit my hand and got away from me. He was now facing me.

"I never did anything to your birthdays !"

"It was genius, huh?" He said with a smirk that I loathed.

"You're really a pest Jimin."

"My big brother must have influenced me a lot..."

"I am not your fucking brother!"

I jumped on him, one hand on his collar and the other in the air, ready to hit him.

"Stop!" He screamed with a distressed look in his eyes. This got me angrier.

"I'll show what a 1000 pieces puzzle looks like bastard !"

"If you hit me..."

"What? What are you going to do?

"I will..." He paused to think. "I will burn your piano."

I bursted out laughing and look at him in the eyes.

"As if you could do it, the coward that you are !"

I gave him the first punch in his left cheek. My mom suddenly entered and rushed toward Jimin to separate us.

"Yoon Gi ! You are grounded! No more piano room for two weeks."

"What?! But it's unfair ! He poisoned my cake !"

She gave me a stare. She did that a lot since Jimin's arrival. Mom wasn't the same anymore. She had huge dark circles, a grey complexion and white hairs. In only two years, she changed completely, starting with her behavior towards me. She had become scary and cold with me. I sighed and lied down on my bed while she took him to the bathroom.

___

I was playing on my GameBoy.

A week passed and I was still grounded, so I did what I could to deal with boredom.

When I was done playing, I stood up and stretched myself. I jumped when I heard a big "Boom". I quickly got out. My mom was walking up the stairs rapidly. I looked at her with questioning eyes and she shrugged at me. She slowly turned her head toward the room that I wasn't allowed in. She headed that way and I followed her, hoping that it wasn't what I thought it would be. She finally opened the door and I took a quick look inside. I was surprised to see Jimin inside, a hammer in his hands. He smirked my way before hitting hard on the piano keys. Most of them flew in the air, the rest were in pieces. I shouted and fell on my knees when my mom ran up to the kid to take away his weapon. She slapped him right in the face. Jimin never saw me cry before and I was disappointed to show him this part of me. He knew my weakness. He knew that because I was grounded I wouldn't be in this room so he was able to commit his crime whenever he felt like it.

"I HATE YOU! DIE JIMIN!"

My mom slapped me too and ended up shouting:

"That's it! We're moving! You two can't be in the same room anymore!"