Adventures Of Jong Jong | Chenkai

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It was six in the evening and Jongdae was resting on his couch watching his television. It was a marathon of the twilight saga and he was doing his own review with popcorn.

Every time Jacob came on, he glared. I hate werewolves. On one occasion, he even threw the popcorn at the tv.

Jongdae has a bad history with werewolves. Growing up being the only human in his house, he was pretty uncomfortable. Staying inside on full moons, smelling blood all the time, staying away from Jongin...

Jongin. Jongdae scowls at the thought of his name.

Jongdae never felt close to his younger brother. They were only two years apart, yet it didn't seem that way. Jongin was constantly unstable so he couldn't even be around his own brother at times. When they got older, it had gotten better, but by then it was too late. Jongdae was already too far away.

He shook the family thoughts away, just like he's been doing for years now. Thinking about it only made the pain worse anyway.

Focusing on the movie once again, he laughs at the cringey scene of the love between Edward and Bella.

Human and monster.

"Okay, twilight time is over," Jongdae says to himself, changing the channel to the news. "That's better. Something that makes sense for once."

Usually, by now, the thought of Jongdae's family would fade for a couple of weeks, and then come back to haunt him again.

But the thought of Jongin came back. I wonder if he's okay.

He clenched his fist in annoyance. Why does it matter? It's not like he thinks about you.

He sighed. He didn't know why these thoughts were bothering him so much. They never did before, not even when he was younger. He had accepted that he was different.

Besides, he didn't want to be a werewolf anyway. They eat human flesh, which, to him, sounds really gross. He remembered one time he walked in on Jongin eating an arm, and it freaks him out to this day.

He had a luxury that no one else in his family had: humanity.

That's when the phone rang, and Jongdae glanced to the side to see the caller ID, and that's when his body went cold.

It was his mother. Again.

She would call him all the time, and every time, he'd get cold, and then not answer. So he let it ring and ring until it went to voice mail.

But she called back.

Usually, she'd leave him alone after one try, but she kept calling and calling and calling. This must be important.

He answer the phone after being called six times, answering with a shaky, "Hello?"

"Jongdae? Jongdae, it's me." It's been months since he's heard his mother's voice. In a way, he missed it. "How are you, darling?"

"Fine," He says slowly. "Why did you call me so many times?"

"Oh..." It sounded like she didn't want to tell him. "Well, Jongdae, you know how your brother is..."

I knew it. Something was always wrong with Jongin. He grew up knowing he could never be able to control himself, not even around family and friends. There has been so many times when Jongin would stare at Jongdae like he was prey, and even bite him sometimes. It's always Jongin. "What did he do this time." Jongdae says, not like a question considering he didn't care much.

"Nothing really, it's just...he killed some people." This didn't shock Jongdae. His family killed people to survive. They had frozen body parts in the basement freezer. He didn't see why it would be such a big deal this time.

Until his mother continued, "A whole town...gone. It wasn't even for food, it was his urge to kill. He's getting worse, Jongdae." This was a blow to the skull.

He never saw Jongin as a killer. Obnoxious? Yes. Spoiled? For sure. Scary? A little. But a killer? Jongdae couldn't see it. Jongin's urges were never that bad to the point where he'd kill for fun. He had to gather his thoughts again before he said, "What does that have to do with me?"

"...we thought it was best if he lived with you for a while." That's when he dropped his phone on the couch.

Jongdae moved away to get away from werewolves. Not so they could come and visit and ruin his life. Especially with how Jongin is, it'll only make both of their lives harder.

With a shaky hand, he picks his phone up again, and, out of frustration, he says with the fakest, most sarcastic voice, "Sure, mom! I'll be glad to take in my psychotic werewolf brother that can't control himself for more than two seconds. This will be an excellent bonding experience!"

"Jongdae, listen," His mother sounded desperate. He was getting more and more annoyed by the second. "I know you and Jongin aren't close...but he needs to be around you right now. He knows your scent so it's not likely he'll hurt you. He needs this..."

She sounded pleading, and Jongdae didn't care. "What about my needs? You can always take him to the pound."

"Jongdae...he's your brother."

"I don't claim him."

"Please...he misses you." Of course he does. He didn't believe her for a second. "I know, we don't really pay much attention to you, but Jongin is dangerous, and-"

He sighs. His mother has a habit of begging and being annoying until she gets what she wants. "Alright," he rolls his eyes. "I'll take him. Just...stop asking."

"Great!" Jongdae clenched his teeth. Sometimes I hate my mother. "Now, something is going to come to you in the mail, and as soon as Jongin gets there, you have to put it on him. It's a collar that's going to keep him from shifting."

Jongdae remembered those collars. Jongin would kick and scream and cry and beg for someone, anyone, to take it off. It scared Jongdae to death seeing him, sobbing in a corner. Sometimes, when it became unbearable, Jongin would scratch at his neck for hours, making himself bleed. "I know Mom," Jongdae winces at the thought. "I remember."

"Okay good. It'll be there in a few days. Jongin is going to be at the train station in two weeks. You know, the one down the street by your apartment?"

It's like they expected me to say yes. "Yeah mom," Jongdae starts tapping the couch impatiently. "I know. Anything else."

"Oh, one last thing. Don't let him eat his...normal diet. Make him eat food. He's been trying to eat some here, and he's kind of getting used to it."

"Okay, Mom."

"I love you Jongdae."

"Yeah...I love you too." And he wasn't lying, he just felt very taken advantage of and and didn't appreciate it. So when his mother hung up, he let out a sigh.

There was a small part of him that wanted to help Jongin. He's probably suffering too, and it was Jongdae's obliged duty to help him out.

Most of him, however, hated this. Every part.

I hate werewolves.