Lately people called me a er. I did pull one of them to stop them hugging too long. I did drag one of them to stop them doing unwanted scene on stage. And I did bounce stupidly to make them not too obvious hugging each other. A minute I put my eyes away from them ended up they ‘almost’ kiss each other. Geez… for God sake… sometimes I do really want to smack their head. I might be stupid. Well… they called me dum-dum tho. But I’m not that dumb for not knowing how much they fall for each other. The truth is i'm doing what i'm doing to protect them. I wouldn't let anyone hurt them. I know exactly that they can be so stupid sometimes or… almost all the time. I have to keep an eye for them everytime they stand next to each other. How many times I’ve became their er then? I don't know. I don't even count it. I have to prevent those two love birds doing something stupid on stage. Hell yeah… hate me for that! I don’t even care. My hands, my legs, my whole body moved spontaneously without any command. Drag… pull… push… hit… kick or even dancing stupidly. What do you guys called it? ing! Well… sorry ladies and gentlemen for ruining your show. It’s not the right time to see those two love birds doing show on stage. Not now. And until the time comes… I will always be their er. You guys have to accept it. Curse me for that! Don’t mind at all. Because I am dum-dum. A dum-dum er that loves his brothers so much.

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