I am Not: Me || Minsung

Prologue

Minho's POV

"MINHO MINHO MINHO!" He lifted his head up from the voice of his little brother entering his room. 

He scoffed, putting his phone down in his lap disappointed to see his brother running into his room. Tangling one of his fingers around the wire of his earbuds, he swiftly pulled one out. 

"What do you want now," he angrily turned his focus to the younger. 

The younger one gulped and bowed politely to his older one. "I-I was just wondering... h-how do you solve this math problem?"

"Why are you asking me, Felix, he rhetorically responded. "You're asking me as if I know."

"I-I can't read the Korean well," he stuttered shamefully. 

His younger brother, Felix, and his Mom had just moved back in from Australia. Minho would only see his brother when he would visit his mom. He had just started Sophomore year at a Foreign School, as Felix is someone who can barely comprehend the Korean language. They moved here a couple of weeks ago because of 'business reasons'. Minho didn't believe shit his Mom or Dad would tell him, considering he could hear the yelling and arguing through the thin walls of his own room. They probably only came here to argue more and just cause problems. 

Feeling a bit guilty for getting upset at his younger brother, he sighed, taking a look at the paper held in his little hands. Easy, he thought to himself.

Minho easily translated it to him, comprehending how to break down the problem for him to understand.

While explaining to him, his eyes shot a glance up to the bruises on his arm and on his jaw. The feeling in his heart dropped, it felt like his body was sinking.

"Did they hurt you again?"

It was almost like Felix blanked out, his lips parted but nothing came out. He didn't know how to respond and just went quiet.

Minho sighed, "You can stay in my room tonight-"

"REALLY?!" He interrupted him, excitedly balled his fists, bringing them up to his chest. 

Minho wasn't a touchy person whatsoever, but as soon as Felix tackled him in a hug, he held his brother close to his chest. He ran his hand up and down his back, caressing the fabric above his bare skin. Minho heavily sighed, comforting the younger. "Let me know if they land a single hand on you again," he growled slightly, giving off a threatening tone. 

"I don't want you getting hurt either hyung." The tone in Felix's voice sounded so concerning and warm. While drawing lazy circles along his brothers back, he reassured him with a soft smile. As long as you're safe, I'll be just fine. 

A couple minutes later, the two brothers scarcely made their way downstairs, Felix holding onto the other as yelling can be heard down the hallway. He dragged the younger outside and to the bus-stop, for another "pleasent" day at the hell hole called school. 

Minho pressed his head against the window of the moving bus, preparing himself for the miserable day ahead of him. Tests, tests, tests, studying, learning new material, more tests, and only to return home to the same old yelling and fighting. 

When Minho was young, maybe two or three years old and at the time they didn't know Felix was on the way, his parents had gone through a divorce. His Dad had won custody of Minho, taking him in as his Mom moved to Sydney Australia. However, his Mom had custody of him during the summer. Minho went to visit over the summer, as usual, and quickly became very protective of his younger brother Lee Felix that shortly arrived after a few months of moving in. As sad as it was, Minho was able to point out the red marks and bruises on his little brother's arm.