What the hell do they know?

Youngmin blinked at this surge of emotions that overwhelmed him, and he hurriedly exited their waiting room.

This wasn’t good. His outbursts were getting more and more uncontrolled.

He gave himself a second to take in a deep breath, and then returning to the room. He looked around and realised- no, he already knew, that no one bothered. He was nothing very special.

His twin was sleeping soundly on the sofa after messing around with the other members, being his carefree self, and Youngmin remembered what made him so annoyed.

Kwangmin had been himself, going around cracking stupid jokes and making the stylist noonas giggle. Then one of them had the nerves to come up to him and asked him why he couldn’t be more like Kwangmin.

Kwangmin was always so Kwangmin, but he was that other gloomy twin.

The younger twin naturally draws people in, he naturally pushes them out.

And the reason why Kwangmin is even an adjective? Youngmin didn’t know. But the constant comparison to his idiot brother didn’t help him feel better. That guy doesn’t even think.

He watched his twin smile softly in his dreams, and sometimes Youngmin wished he was born alone.
 

------- Youngmin; Envy.