"Yoongi!" She slapped me across the face.
My trembling hand reached for the cheeck she just slapped. It stung.
It really stung.
However, what made me reach for my face wasn't the stinging or the pain. It was the pure, utter shock.
In what world, in what crisis, in what universe does this woman think she can lay a finger on me?
She's the runt of the family. She's the girl who ran away when she was barely my age because she couldn't cut it. She was afraid of a thing as simple and as effortless as marriage, so she ran like the coward she is.
She's not even on our family registry anymore. Grandfather removed her name when he was on his deathbed. He refused to have her name stain the Kim registry and used his few last breaths to demand that she be removed from our registry.
Aera Kim is
Aksara