A small boy shivering in the rain on the cold streets.
Turns out to he's someone from his past.
Someone he considered as his own brother.
What exactly happened to him?
And will his feeling s still reamin as brotherly love or will it change into some...
I noticed he seems to be thinking about something all the way back home.
It doesn't seem to be anything negative as he looks fine but i can tell it's bothering him.
"Ming?" I called him after i stopped in the garage.
He didn't hear me.
"Ming." I shook him gently.
He snapped out of it and turned to me.
"We're here." I said.
He looked around and finally noticed we were in the garage.
We got out of the car and grabbed the bags before heading inside.
"Something bothering you?" I asked Ming.
"It's nothing. Just some useless things." He smiled.
I knew he was lying but decided not to push.
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"Woah...." He muttered when we went inside.
"This house is smaller than mom and dad's so this room is not as big as the one there." I said.
"But it's still really beautiful." He smiled widely.
I smiled.
"Let's starts arranging these books."
He nodded.
We arranged the books by their genre and type.
By the time we finished, it was already 4 o'clock in the evening.
"P' i want to ask you something." He spoke up after we sat down on the couches.
"Hm?" I looked at him.
He looked hesitant.
I got up and knelt infront of him.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's....." He fiddled with his fingers.
I gripped his hands reassuringly.
"Today.... When that girl tried to flirt with you...." He looked at me.
I waited for him to continue.
"I felt angry.... I didn't like her touching you.... I wanted to pry her hands off your arm..." He bit his lips.
I blinked profusely.
"I don't know what it is completely but.... I don't see you as a brother.... thinking about you as my brother doesn't sit well with me.....I feel something more.... I don't know what this is.... I'm confused..." He frowned.
