"Do you want to know why we're so good at what we do, Minsu?" You whispered intimidatingly as he tiredly looked up at you through his bangs. "Because we have the same mindset, the same goal. That is why we're so good."
"You're crazy, Y/N."
"But who...
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"Brother?" You cocked an eyebrow. "He must be from our father's side or something."
"No, actually. He's from Mom."
You looked at Yujin again and you realized just how much he looked like your mother. He looked like your mother and Minsu, a very wrong, sinister combination.
"When you were four, and when I was six," Minsu began. "Mom had Yujin and gave him to Aunt Chwe. She just couldn't handle all three of us."
"She couldn't handle you, Minsu."
Minsu smirked. "Obviously, right?"
The way he was so arrogant about what he did made your stomach twist in uncomfortable knots. Not being able to control your rage, you flicked the knife open and stood up. You were ready and willing to tear Minsu apart, but Xiaojun gently grabbed you and pulled you back.
"Here is not the right place for that, you know this." He whispered. "Close the knife."
You hated to admit that he was right, but he was. You closed the knife, slowly but surely. You felt lost. You felt an odd connection with the younger boy, but you knew that he was on Minsu's side by the way he stuck to Minsu like a puppy with his owner.
You couldn't find the words to say anything else, so you said, "Get out."
And surprisingly, Minsu and Yujin left.
"It's weird that he looks just like Minli and Minsu, isn't it?" Hendery said. "There's no way that he's not their sibling."
"Don't let Minli hear you say that. She still has my knife." Ten said, then looked up from his book. "And hers."
