Personal Message

THE MONSTERS AREN'T UNDER YOUR BED, THEY'RE IN YOUR HEAD.
‹ sanghoon . jun.20.1998›
If my brother does not approve of you, get the hell away from me. Pay him the respect and look at him. If you don’t, you can bet I will treat you as you treat him…
i've only been hurt once, but time won't heal the pain.
When I was younger, my brother was my hero. He was the only one who cared for me, the only one who helped me, who brought me food and who made sure I had the best life I could possibly have. One night, he told me to stay in the alley, hidden away while he went to go get food. I agreed, and hid away, laying the sheet over me, waiting. After a while, I wondered where he was and why he wasn't returning. After a few hours, I was getting sick to my stomach. No matter what, he breaks at the hour. Always... I pushed my sheet off of me and searched for him. After 30 minutes of searching for my brother. I found the biggest, more horrible prank ever. My brother was laying against a trashcan with a fake blade directly in his chest. He was really good at pretending to be dead. He really got me. But why does everyone else look at me weird when I talk to him? Why does no one respect him enough to acknowledge him?
your scent is like a drug to me...
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don't you know... you are toxic

mood → 012345 // eargasm → swing life away // eyecandy → my brother... // thoughts → you see him too right?

 

do's

- treat my brother with respect.
- be nice, if not, i will ignore you.
- bring me candies.
- visit me often.

dont's

- cover both of my ears, one is okay.
- ignore my brother.
- make fun of me.
- make me do anything i don't want to.

 

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Description

Sanghoon (Code)
Age 16
Rank 1
1st pov
When I was younger, my brother was my hero. He was the only one who cared for me, the only one who helped me, who brought me food and who made sure I had the best life I could possibly have. One night, he told me to stay in the alley, hidden away while he went to go get food. I agreed, and hid away, laying the sheet over me, waiting. After a while, I wondered where he was and why he wasn't returning. After a few hours, I was getting sick to my stomach. No matter what, he breaks at the hour. Always... I pushed my sheet off of me and searched for him. After 30 minutes of searching for my brother. I found the biggest, more horrible prank ever. My brother was laying against a trashcan with a fake blade directly in his chest. He was really good at pretending to be dead. He really got me. But why does everyone else look at me weird when I talk to him? Why does no one respect him enough to acknowledge him?
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