What They Don't See (PJM)

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"Mom, get up or Minhyuk will be late for school." Shaking the sleeping body back and forth, I waited for my mother to wake up. This was nothing unusual. It was often I found her in her bed with clothes on in the mornings. The lack of responsibility my parents possessed, didn't surprise me at all. Just like with many other things and happenings, I was used to it.

I realized that no matter how much I tried to rattle her body, she wouldn't get up. I sighed, looking down at the wretched creature in front of me. Her lips were parted slightly, causing spit and drool to flow out of her dry mouth. Well, I could wake up my father but he would slap me as soon as he saw me so that option was excluded.

Giving up, I walked out of her room, closing the door behind me before I went into my brother's room in order to wake him up, putting the responsibility on my shoulders. A little sad smile crept onto my lips. He looked so peaceful yet so disturbed. He didn't deserve this faith. 7 billion people on earth and he had to live like this.

I brushed his bangs away from his forehead with my fingers. He was my everything. I wouldn't let him get hurt.

"Minhyuk-ah." I bent down my knees, cooing his name carefully. My smile grew bigger as I kept grazing his forehead with my fingertips. Roaming around in his bed he grunted, trying to open the eyelids which seemed almost glued to his eyes. I couldn't help but to grin. He reminded me of myself too much, it was incredible. My love for him was unconditionally and that would never change.

"Noona?" His whispering voice was groggy as he rubbed his eyes with his hands, staring at me with narrowed swollen view.

"Get up mister. I'm taking you to school today." Without further ado, I helped him getting ready. Everything from his clothes, his backpack with the exception of his lunch. I didn't bother looking in the fridge since I already knew the little selection my parents were the ones to blame for. Luckily, my brother's school knew about our situation, hence they provided him with the care and food he needed.

While my brother was tying his shoes I glimpsed at the watch around my wrist. Guess, I would be late for school now. I shrug my shoulders and ignored my need. My brother was more important than anything. School included.

"What are you writing?" Tugging my sleeve gently, Minhyuk removed my attention from the little white paper to his smiling figure.

"I'm just letting eomma and appa know that we're off to school." I tugged his bangs in place with a finger, smiling sincerely, hoping that he didn't have any worries. He seemed rather confused by my answer and his eyes flinched. His fingers tightened around my sleeve.

"But noona they don't care, they are sleeping." A sad smile formed my face when I kissed the top of his head. He was so perfectly innocent and I prayed to God it would stay that way. I just nodded, trying to suppress the small teardrops in the corner of my eyes. I would never ever cry in front of Minhyuk. It was enough he saw our mother's miserable state whenever she broke down.

"Let's go." I placed the white note in a shelf in the hallway and grabbed Minhyuk's petite hand as we together walked out of hell.