[ ON HOLD ]
S U P R E M E S E R I E S
One is egocentric and the other is altruistic, who'll win to choose their future?
Will they save the world or hide forever?
BOOK ONE [MARK & TAEYONG]
"Hyung, will you be able to live with guilt? Live with you...
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Mark's POV
I feel myself panting the moment I opened my eyes. My vision is blurry at first but it became clearer until the visual of my old room appeared before my eyes.
A smile crept to my face at the thought that I am finally back.
Finally
I can, even in a very little amount of time, visit my 'other' brother and my friends.
But that smile disappeared when I notice my things contained in some cardboard boxes. The shelves and desks are free from my belongings and dusted clean as well and even my bed is just covered with a thin white sheet.
I bit my lip, does that mean that all these days when I was an active supreme, the Mark on Earth is gone?
I wonder how they were without me.
They must've missed their seagull.
Silly me, it's just hyung who has a clone.
I took a deep breath, lifting myself off the bed to go out of my room.
Staying here still feels natural.
Still the same.
Except that the person that lives here has journeyed to an another dimension.
I expect the smell of breakfast to pull me to the kitchen but what I saw instead was a young man, sleeping on a couch with his coat as his only blanket.
What Taeyong hyung told me before was very confusing. He told me that the one who is at the supreme world is the clone and the one that stays here is the true one.
But he told me that he is my brother.
Taeyong hyung is just complicated.
I carefully move towards him. Trying not to produce any sound just to keep him asleep.
He is still sleeping.
So what I did was that I went to his room and I grabbed his blanket out, using it to cover him instead of the coat.
This also happened before. Him ending up sleeping in that very couch and me giving him his blanket the morning after.
I wonder how he managed to live here without any company.
Without me to greet him home as I continue to study at the table of the living room. Not sitting on the couch but instead using it as a support as I sat down on the floor.
Without me who always compliment his cooking everytime he prepares our meal.
I wonder how he managed to live without his brother, his only family.
It would've been so sad and hard.
I smiled as I glance at his face one last time before moving to the kitchen to cook breakfast.
