“Ah! FUCK!”

He jumps from the stinging pain of the hot liquid being splashed on his body. His gaze sees red, immediately dropping the cup, spilling the little liquid residing in it. Quickly, He raises his shirt to see a new red mark beginning to form on the side of his stomach.

Groaning, he heads towards the fridge to take out the ice cube maker. Placing three cubes in a napkin, he presses it against the burn slowly massaging it whilst trying not scream at the stinging pain.

“Hey what's going on, the Order for table -” his co-worker and long time best friend pauses, staring at the scene in confusion. “-are you okay?” he inquires, worried.

“No!” he snaps. “I spilled coffee on myself-again” he replies, still dabbing the sore on his stomach.

“That's the fourth time this week, maybe you should start working at the counter and for god sake, always remember to use a apron” coworker and best friend says as the boy sighs, placing the wet napkin on the sink.

“I'll be fine Eunwoo. Go out and take the orders. I'll make them again” He mentions with a half-hearted smile.

Eunwoo nods. “Okay but in the mean time, try to stay cold and dry.” he chuckles with the other boy rolling his eyes at the the boring joke.

Try to stay cold and dry? Really?

He shakes his head, taking out another coffee cup from the rack glancing briefly at the orders. He wouldn't have to do it all alone if his other co-worker had shown up for work but no.., she had a cold to nurse because she left the Air-conditioning on....really?

The cup slides out of the pyramid of cups, but just before he places it under the machine, his gaze catches the apron in the corner and he could have sworn that he heard the apron, laughing at him.

Stupid Apron. He mumbles. Stupid Coffee and Stupid Job.

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“I'm home..” he mumbles, closing the door with a loud bang. He removes the bag hanging around his neck, tossing it on the sofa, his body joining it after.

He picks up the remote, placing his feet on the glass table infront of him, searching through various channels on the TV. He scrolls until he is bored, nothing good catching his eyes. He sighs, finally leaving the station on a cartoon he was sure he wasn't going to watch.

‘Can you see the Farmer's house? If you see the Farmer's house, say farmer's house..’

He scoffs at the cartoon, taking out his phone, checking his phone for notifications but stops halfway, not many people texted him, he wasn't popular on social media, so what was he doing?

“Myungjun?” a voice resonates in the large sitting room and Myungjun wanted the sofa to swallow him. “..you are back?”

He simply nods.

“Really? Why didn't you inform me you were coming back this early? I would have made you a meal. Aren't you hungry? How was work?”

“Hyung..” the tired boy mentions with gritted teeth. “If I was hungry, I would have said so and I got off work early today- besides...”

The boy pulls the bag beside him closer. Opening it, He lifts it up, letting a large pile of letters fall out of his bag.

His brother stares in awe watching the boy empty his bag completely. He knew he should have gotten used to this but he still hadn't.

“I think that's all” Myungjun says, searching this bag to certify that everything was out.

“You know you could throw them all away if you want to.?” the older boy raises a brow as Myungjun shakes his head.

“If I wasn't nice, these letters would be on the floor of the locker they were taken out from.” he says, proceeding to leave the sitting room. “..the letters are for you and Taehyung, they are in your hands now” he shrugged.

“We don't need to read them and you know that too...” the older boy pauses. “...Did you get a letter too?”

Myungjun simply raises a brow before scoffing. Was his Hyung serious right now?

'Did you get a letter too?' Really?

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Very funny” he jokes, his voice laced with Sarcasm.

The older sighs and it was a sigh that Myungjun knew all too well because it was a sigb also for him to leave the conversation his brother was just about to begin.

“I just hope they can see how beautiful you are too”

Saying nothing, he walks away like he never heard his brother's statement. What was he supposed to say? Me too hyung or I hope so Hyung or they must be blind. He couldn't. He couldn't blame people having a generalised opinion of him.

Kim Myungjun was a softie for dessert, a lover of cliche movies, a fanatic of WWE and all things video games. Myungjun took his studies seriously. He was awesome at singing. He liked to paint in his free time and he knew how to go-kart very well

But,

Society didn't know this Kim Myungjun. Society didn't want to associate themselves with this Kim Myungjun. To Myungjun, he knew that he was never going to have the normal life that he had always dreamt about the moment he started to attend the same college as his brothers. Life wasn't perfect before but life just went downhill from there. All the thoughts of finding happiness vanished and he was left again with only dreams; and what he thinks reality for him could have become.

He was grateful that he had them both in his life but.....life always became extra tough for him whenever people found out that he was Kim Myungjun; brother to Popular models;

Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung.

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