I'm so thankful for the few people that read this book! I have to do so much better promoting it >.<
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¨Pssst!¨.
Minho sounds with his lips, sticking his head inside the room of his donsgaeng.
¨Psssst! Seungminah!¨.
He whispers again at the boy who was doing nothing more than laying silently in his race car bed hovering a book over his tiny face. He was so deep into the words he hadn't even heard his brother calling him, never minding seeing him for that matter.
The little prick is barely three feet tall, how the hell did he learn to read before Minho?
Dismissing that thought, Minho decided to try again with calling his brother blaming the noise of Felix and Jisung playing house across the hall.
¨I want to be mommy!¨.
¨No me! I want to be mommy!¨.
Minho made an obnoxious shh sound to the two,
¨Hey can you both be quiet? Both of you look like girls anyway so why don't there just be two mommies?¨.
The older suggested to the dumbfounded duo before going back to capture Seungmin's attention.
¨Seungminah! Pssst! Can you hear me?¨.
The boy crosses one leg over another, turning the page.
¨Seungmin! It's your Hyung! Can you hear me?¨.
¨I can hear you perfectly fine Hyung. But do I want to hear you?¨.
Minho sucks his teeth inviting himself in the younger's bedroom shutting the door behind him. He copped a squat beside his brother's legs, gifting him the cutest smile. Seungmin deadpanned him only wondering what he wanted.
And whatever it was Seungmin was going to give it to him anyway because he was a sucker for anyone of his brothers' dumb sheepish grins.
But don't tell anyone he said that.
¨So....What ya readin'?¨.
Minho questions grabbing the book from Seungmin's hands and slowly but surely attempted to read the cover.
¨Med-ee-tay-shuns. Written by Mar-coos Aye-reli-oos¨.
Seungmin tsk'd before snatching it back,
¨It's Meditations. By Marcus Aurelius. Can't you read?¨.
¨Barely. Who's Mar-coos Aurelius anyway?¨.
¨He was a Roman emperor who created the Beautiful Stoic philosophy. He was way before your time¨.
¨Seungmin I'm older than you¨.
¨Yeah, and a lot dumber too¨.
Seungmin coos ruffling his older brother's hair while Minho instead, deadpanned him. He didn't know what the heck Stoic Philo-scophy or however you say the word, was nor did he care to know. He was focused on something different.
¨I need your help¨.
¨With?¨.
Minho sighs and collects his pride all at once,
¨I need you to help me write a letter¨.
¨You don't know how to write either? Sheesh what the hell is Woojin-nim teaching you gu--¨.
YOU ARE READING
My heart beats for you. ↬ SKZ
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