min eunbyeol

"i hear them. the voices."

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The dull silence ate at her, fingers fidgeting in discomfort. 

The voices were gone once again, bringing in the cold reminder of how alone she actually was - useless and unwanted. Why am I here?  Yes, her brother had recommended the camp to her but ultimately, it came to one point. It was her friends, the voices that floated in her head, the bodies she had once been able to see and feel so clearly, the screams and shouts that threatened to destroy her sanity but brought calm and warmth in the blizzard that she was family with by blood. They had called her to come here, commanded her and she had moved without hesitance, all too naturally.

The voices were her friends, the ones keeping her sane in this world and she appreciated them with all her heart. Yet, at times, she felt as if she was a puppet in their stage and they were the puppeteer - always controlling her actions and thoughts. She could see them before, play with them and laugh with them. 

Everyone called her ill.
She wasn't ill.
She wasn't.
They were real and she knew it. 

She even drew them out, carved their features and memorised their accents. In art, she was given awards and recognition. The teachers praised her for creating such realistic characters, their eyes haunted with the ghosts of their pasts, their aura ethereal. "They aren't characters," she tried to tell them, "they're my friends." Her parents never cared much about it too, never seeing or acknowledging her as their own. At times, she thought she wasn't.

The girl's eyes moved back and forth, not quite sure what to do now that her friends had disappeared, left her behind in time. She felt them less and less, no longer able to hear more of their words, no longer able to confide in anyone except her brother. 

Her brother. The girl was always cautious around him, wary of what he thought and what he would do. Eunbyeol knew that he loved her, that he cared for her and truly wanted the best. But he always he terrified her, made her feel dirty. It was as if she was the dirt placed to plant the flower that contained his beauty and elegance. The duo were like oil and water - so close, poured into the same container, yet unable to mix and to truly blend in. Agonising. That was what she felt : agony.

"Eunbyeol?" even his low husky voice was enough to make her flinch, heart racing a thousand miles faster. Her eyes faced the ground, unable to lift to meet his adoring gaze, the one she felt so familiar and yet recognised so distantly. The constant reminder rang in her head like a never-ending echo that he was the perfect child - the one with good grades, the one her parents could call their son. And she? She was the mistake, the one that should never have been born, the regret of their bloodline. It was her fate and she had accepted it long ago, distancing herself from everyone, keeping quiet and understanding that she was not meant to speak because people like her were not to be regarded as people at all.

Min Yoongi's eyes squinted as continued to stare at his sister, cautiously placing a hand over hers. He knew that she was still extremely cautious around him, unable to view him as a proper brother. Everything was his fault, from the very beginning. If he had cared about her earlier, he would've saved her, he could've made her understood that she deserved a fair chance, that she deserved so much better. And yet, he had made the mistake of "protecting" her by punching someone who had made fun of her and after that, he'd punch so many other people, his rage taking over his conscience. He broke his entire image of the perfect good grade boy and yet his uncaring parents decided to love him more instead of her - for the sole reason of gender.
It was sickening.

And then came the waves of rumours, like an invasion in his life. They called him the bad boy, the one who did drugs, hung out with the gangsters in dark alleyways, participating in "inappropriate" activities. The boy with bleached white hair, staggering drunk and broken - long monolid eyes filled with violence and hatred, a shadow of his former self. Shattering his reputation and image was something that he did not particularly care about but they attacked Eunbyeol because of this too and his rage soared. Sure, maybe one of those rumours were true - maybe he did kill someone late at night and ran them over with his car. But his sister was innocent - a girl with a mental illness. 

"Byeol-ah, I know you don't like socializing but this will be a good experience. Trust me will you?" he asked, his voice a little softer. Yoongi leaned over, hugging the girl tightly as her body stiffened, not sure what to feel about the whole ordeal. His body was large against hers, a huge being of muscle and meat wrapped in black cloth. In comparison, she was a tiny being - short straight black hair with a frail frame, skinny shape and hollow cheekbones. Eunbyeol knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to care for her. It was scary, though. 

Slowly but hesitantly, she hugged him back.

The voices turned into whispers now, her friends chattering silently at the corners of her mind, hypnotising her. They were drawing her to the camp, and yet she did not know why. In fact, she didn't know if the voices she heard were real before. But, they were still her friends and friends should trust each other, right?

Meanwhile, a small smile had grown on the boy's face, eyes closing in satisfaction as he tightened the hug, wanting to comfort and reassure his sister, take away her fears and keep her. How was the girl so fragile? She was like a living porcelain doll, a freak maybe as the others called her but still his sister.

His dear sister. 

connected camper : min yoongi

relation : brother

relationship : brotherly love, protective

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hello everyone!

this character was originally created by kehbop!

I did change quite a lot of her characteristics to fit the story I had in mind a little better but yes, I really do love how this is progressing so far!

what do you guys think of eunbyeol and yoongi?

- juverine