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Knock, knock, resounds my knuckle against pressed wood, and I consider running down the stairs, as far away as possible from this supposed hell-hole.

And now what do I do?

I keep reminding myself the reason I'm here in the first place. I’ve missed Taemin, my lame excuse of an older brother. A year does mean a lot, if you ask me - some evil witch must’ve switched us bodies back when we were toddlers, since Tae's behavior is surely anything but mature.


-Knock- -knock-


Are they deaf or..?


"Relax Kai, breathe.. and for god's sake, stop talking to yourself!"

Ha, right. Might as well add a 'don't break anything'… which seems like a really appealing idea right about now. I'm so nervous I probably look like I'm desperate for the bathroom, the way I keep shifting from one foot to another.

What's next? I woke up determined to just storm into whatever is behind this damned door and drag my Hyung’s sorry back home.

As the day progressed I’d realized it's not the best of ideas. From what I've heard, that boyfriend of his is pretty big, so I can forget about simply kicking his in case he protests. Yes, otherwise I probably would have done just that. After all, he is the reason my brother, other half, soul mate, whatever you wish to call it left, leaving me to deal with a very moody mom.

 Oh she's fine, except for claiming to only have one child left. What’s more, I’m not even sure she’d bothered informing dad, who’s currently abroad on another of his endless business trips, of the fact his eldest has been – as she’d very carefully put it, abducted by aliens. Gay aliens.

Yep, two weeks of Taemin gone and our house has turned into a battlefield.