"She's going to find out soon if you don't leave now."

They both knew how their mother would react once she steps foot into this bedroom. Finding out them sleeping on the same bed again, which she clearly forbid them to.

They were fourteen now, not seven when they were allowed to sleep together on the same bed seeing as Miyoul did not like sleeping by herself and so, their father reasoned with the older woman to allow it. But it's different now; they were at the age where they are old enough to sleep alone, on separate beds and in separate rooms.

Even using of the bathrooms has changed; Miyoul's bedroom comes with a bathroom whereas the two older males did not. The males had to share the bathroom which was located at the end of the hallway.

"Then let her."

Miyoul had been gazing longingly at the person whom lay next to her and the quiet male who also had been doing the same. Her and Sehun had woken up from the ruckus sound of the alarm clock few minutes ago but neither of them wanted to get up despite the clock ticking away on the nightstand indicating that it was almost 7:30 am and that also mean't late for school.

Sehun's hand reached out, pushing a few strands of Miyoul's gingar locks behind her ear before coming back and softly caresses her warm smooth cheek. Miyoul's eyes closed in the process, taking in the strong emotion which she now had to endure. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly feeling the light tender from the olders fingertips causing her heart to accelerate, she loved these moments and if it was possible she wished that these moments would never end.

"I wished that time would stop at this moment." She took a hold of his hand, intertwining it in the process.

"Why?"

“So that I can spend eternity lying here next to you." She says, her eyes slowing opened up, meeting the pair of eyes which she deeply craved to be set on her. She really did pray for a wish like that to happen because all she wanted and needed was him, but this was reality, a wish like that would never happen.

"Would that really work? Wouldn't we starve?" Breaking free from his hand and rolling her eyes in the process, Miyoul grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it with full force onto the older males face. Sehun, on the other hand was completely stunned by his sisters actions, he didn't know that the younger was completely serious and that now he just have killed the moment.

The furious Miyoul sat up, shoving her side of the blanket onto the older before getting out of bed. As she reached for the door she was stopped by an apologetic Sehun whom pulled her back by the wrist.

"Mianhae for saying what I said. You know you have me forever, right? Which also means you will forever be next to me." He stared at the youngers pair of furious eyes watching until soon turned saddened.

Miyoul's eyes dropped hating this reality more as she stared at the wooden floor. It made sense, because the person who stood before her was of course her brother. He won't be going anywhere and that was just it, he will forever be her brother, nothing more and nothing less. Just simply that and nothing will change nor can change.

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Miyoul rinsed her face with cold water after she was done brushing her teeth. She stared straight ahead of her and she was beginning to hate what she was seeing, herself in the reflection mirror. Her hair was in a messy state and her eyes, her cold emotionless eyes which she couldn't help but wonder if they were similar to her brothers. She pondered which were the features they both shared that indicated that they were related. The closer she stared at the reflection the more resemblances she saw. Miyoul noticed that Sehun's features resembled their fathers, whereas Himchan's were mostly their mothers. Hers were somehow hard to figure out which she resembled mostly of. She knew she had jet black hair which she and Himchan shared unlike Sehun, whose were dark brown. However her eyes, her eyes resembled Sehun's and so, did this mean she was a split image of her parents?

Miyoul snapped out of her intense train of thoughts before quickly making her way to the door where her mother was knocking on.

"Are you okay? You took quite some time in there." Staring at her mother, Miyoul couldn't help but confirm to herself that Himchan was indeed the split image of the older woman. Her mother had straight beautiful long jet black hair reaching down to her waist, her mother’s eyes were bright and warm, and they showed love and kindness unlike hers.

"Your brothers are already at breakfast so chop-chop now if you are thinking of joining them." Her sweet loving voice brought Miyoul back. She shook away her thoughts as she now began to brush her hair.

"Is something troubling you?" Her mother took the comb out of her spaced out daughters hand before she began to brush her hair, because at the rate she was moving, the younger would probably be late for school.

Miyoul stared at her mother from the reflection of the mirror, she pondered if she should voice out her question or not. Seeing as she was troubled from not knowing who she resembled mostly. But she shook her head, getting rid of the thoughts and clearing her head in the process. It was ridiculous actually when she thought about it.

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"Did you not hear me? I need you to help me with this." Himchan mentally groaned in annoyance while he listened and watched the younger’s rude attitude. His eyes had been on his evil sister from the moment she stepped foot into the dining room with her commanding behaviour to the max. Having enough, Himchan's eyes landed on the other male who sat opposite to him who began to help his commanding sister with her school tie. The longer he watched, the more his irritation level grew.

“You know, you really should change that attitude of yours. No one will even want to go near you if keep acting like a commanding .” Miyoul glared over at Himchan's remark.

“Good. I don’t want those filthy jerks near me anyways.” She added before sitting down once Sehun had finished tying her shool tie, somehow that remark did not bother her at all. 

Sehun took his seat again before finishing off his breakfast but what he heard next was something which stopped him from swallowing. "And you Sehun, stop listening to her demands, no wonder you can’t get a girl.” Himchan was also pissed at the younger male, seeing how weak he was and always giving in to the young females commands in the end which only made things worse.

“He doesn’t need a girlfriend.” Miyoul declared once she swallowed her food causing Sehun to shift his gaze away from Himchan to her.

“Idiot, you can’t decide that for him. In fact, he nearly got one if you had kept your stupid hands to yourself.” Himchan snarled.

“She was being an ; she wouldn’t stop picking on him. Someone had to stop her, you should be thanking me.” Miyoul proudly stated.

Himchan gritted his teeth and muttered how much of an idiotic idiot his sister was. “She liked him that’s why she picked on him, god can you be any dumber?”

It was in 7th grade. A girl named Lee Hwajung who not long transferred to the school which the three siblings attended at that time. The female's reputation skyrocketed just in the first week of attendance due to her past. She was spoiled, beautiful, and a bully. Miyoul at that time despised the female with all her blood running within her, especial