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Ikun has never liked Tollin. Ever since their parents left and forced their older sister to take care of them, he's hated him. It was all his fault that their parents left.
As Tollin grew up, Ikun only started to hate them more. Their stupid hairstyle, the stupid hesitation that they do before saying anything. Anything they said felt grating on his ears. And what makes this even worse is that their sister adores them.
She's always babying him and making sure he's alright. What about Ikun? She pays attention to him, yes, but she always coddles Tollin. He's already 10, for crying out loud! He doesn't need to be babied anymore!
Tollin knows that Ikun hates them. But even then, they still try to talk to him in their dumbass voice. And everytime they try, he shoos them away. And every single time, they tear up like the pathetic person they are.
“...Um… did you want help…?”
“Fuck off, Tollin.”
“...I... I'm sorry.”
Then, their sister passed away. Tragically, unexpectedly. Her life was taken while she was rather young. She was only 20 years old.
All Tollin wanted was comfort from his brother. All Ikun wanted was the opposite. Everything boiled up into one night. The night after her funeral.
It was raining that night. Of course it was, it was disgustingly fitting. Ikun was standing in front of his sister’s grave, looking down at it. His hands are shaking, and he grabs the umbrella in his hands tighter.
“...um… Ikun…?”
Of course it was Tollin. Their voice makes Ikun want to hurl, even more than normal.
“Go away. I don't want to deal with you right now.”
Unlike usual, Tollin doesn't flinch away. He walks up to Ikun, one of his hands hovering over one of Ikun's on the umbrella. He looks up at his older brother, tears stream down his face.
“...please… I… I don't want to be alone right now…”
Ikun looks down at Tollin, moving his hands away from Tollin's, drenching the younger with rain.
“Fuck off, Tollin! I don't give a shit! I never liked you! You don't deserve my fucking comfort! Leave! Go home!”
Tollin freezes, more tears streaming down their face. They cover their mouth, muffling sobs that start to escape. After a moment, they run off.
After that, the two didn't talk much, to Ikun's delight. Tollin stayed in their own sphere, and Ikun stayed in his. He soon started modeling, which was yet another excuse to be away from home.
He'd hear his coworkers talk about their “big brother instincts”, which he never understood. Why have the urge to protect his brother when they're so useless?