"Hoseok!"  A voice full of rage resonated in the room. A large frame strode in, followed by two others.One , thin and femininine  and the other much more smaller which was a boy same age as little Hoseok. "I'm sorry I did...I didn't mean to break mummy's.. Slap. Hoseok fell to the ground cradling the area that was hit. With cheeks reddening and stinging,he wailed on pain letting out soft sobs from his mouth. Laughter from the two adults and the little boy surrounded him. "look at you "  said the woman spitefully "you are so pathetic.are you even my son?you are nothing like Joseok, where did you come from! Huh? You dog!" The insults made his heart sting.It wasn't the first time though as he somehow ended up messing up things at the house.The three went out of the room leaving the 8 year old in his misery. It wast his fault he was like that,He thought. He didn't know why he wasn't as handsome as joseok nor smart as him.He didn't ask to be born was twin.It wasnt his fault..

 

A teary Hoseok jolted awake.It was a nightmare. Another one. They were beginning to become really recurrent and for some reason it always ended up with him being looked down on,and his brother being praised. He 's alway hated being compared to his twin.As a man Joseok was pretty much perfect,he guessed this fear of his was making him paranoid; ending up creating these nightmares which he's been having frequently. He gently shifted the pile of sleeping bodies surrounding him in other not