Messy feelings, Messy decisions ♤JeongChan♤

Chapter Four: A Hyung

I'm really sorry that i just disappeared, but i'm in my last year of university, so it's difficult for me to find time to write. And i do not want to make a chapter for jst making a chapter. I need to love the chapter for me to post it and I think that you deserve a chapter well written...

And to remind you, english is not my first language, i'm still learning it, so if you find any grammatical error, correct me in peace and love🙂🙂

Oooohhh and late happy new year and merry christmas😁

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"Sannie hyung!" yelled a little boy's voice. "Sannie hyung!"

"Don't run, baby," said San, the "Sannie" in question, as he caught the boy in his arms. The child immediately wrapped his little arms around San's neck, a wide smile on his face.

"Sannie hyung, you're the best big brother in the whoooole world! I love you so much..."

The boy finished his sentence with a kiss on San's cheek. San smiled warmly and returned the gesture.

"I love you too, Channi baby," San replied.

"I'm not a baby anymore, hyung. I'm seven years old now!" Chan said, rolling his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, you little brat," San teased. "Even when you're a hundred years old, you'll still be my baby."

"Then I'm gonna beat your ass!" Chan declared playfully before wriggling out of San's arms and darting away.

But San, being much taller and faster, easily caught up with him. The older boy grabbed Chan, gently tackled him to the ground, and started tickling him mercilessly. Chan burst into laughter, squirming and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Ahhh! Stop! I'm sorry! Please, stoooop!" he gasped between laughs.

After a bit more tickling, San finally relented but kept the boy securely in his arms as Chan lay panting.

"Don't ever do that again! I almost peed myself!" Chan exclaimed, still catching his breath.

San chuckled at his brother's words.

"Well, if you don't want me to tickle you, don't ever say you're going to beat my ass again. Deal?"

"Ugh, stupid hyung. I can't beat your ass anyway. You're way stronger than me," Chan admitted matter of factly.

"I know, baby, I know," San replied with a grin, flexing his arm muscles dramatically.

Chan shook his head, disbelief written all over his face.

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They were seated at the table. San sat beside Chan, and their mother, Choon-Hee, sat across from them. The room was tense. They ate in silence, as if any sound was forbidden in the dining room.

"Why did you skip your vocal lessons?"

Choon-Hee's voice shattered the silence, creating an atmosphere of fear. San hesitated before answering, which only made Choon-Hee's glare sharper.

"Why aren't you answering?"

"I... I was sick. I couldn't sing," San replied, his eyes fixed on his plate.

"You know you can't afford to be sick! How many times do I have to remind you? You cannot be sick! Don't you want to become an idol? Or do you want to throw everything away and go back to being a miserable nobody?"

Chan clenched his fists against the table. He always hated how their mom talked to them, to San especially.

"You cannot be sick!" Choon-Hee yelled, startling San, whose eyes were now brimming with tears.