That night, the moonlight shined beautifully against the dark skies. The puffy gray clouds were like cotton candy against the nightly stars. There was a faint knock on the door, and there were feet shuffling around. I smiled to myself as I opened the door slowly to peer down to see my little brother giggling up at me. The little ball of sunshine then ran inside my room and jumped onto my bed as if it was the sofa. I closed the door quietly and closed all my textbooks.

"What's wrong, Jimin?"

The little 8-year old shrugged his little shoulders and whispered as if we were in the library, "Mom and dad got into a fight so it got scary.."

I grunted to myself without knowing as my parents always got into arguments. I laid down next to him, and he crawled into my arms as if I was his mom. I gently patted his back and played with the back of his hair so that he could fall asleep against my chest. I sighed quietly as I heard him falling asleep shortly after, gently snoring.

Without him, I wouldn't even be living here. But I had no choice but to make sure he's safe with me, and that they wouldn't lay a hand on him just in case. That's when I swore to protect my brother, who is my lifeline.

5 years ago

Slap!

"How dare do you talk back to me!?"

My still small cheek throbbed harshly as I glared angrily back up at my so-called father. No one protected me, and no one offered to save me. The skies never looked so lonely and dark that day. Everything was muddy, rainy, and dark like the deep shit that I needed to go through. I barely managed to protect my little brother from getting hurt from the vicious, so-called parents. On the outside, they were the most respected humans in the industry. Behind the closed doors and chandeliers, were the most brutal dogs. I would sing soft lullabies and covered the small boy's ears as I swore over and over again to leave this rotten hell once I graduated high school.

Donghyuck POV

The hot, inviting shower had been turned off, and I changed into some comfortable clothes to rest. I was drying my wet hair with a new towel, staring at my reflection at the mirror. I'm crazy, just plain crazy. I knew that my secret wouldn't be safe for long, now that there's someone else in the photo that's trying to reveal my reality. The reflection of me was just a sad looking boy, with no where to go or lean on. That was my supposed reality,

I headed towards my own room, where I was drying up my hair continuously. Taking a glimpse outside, the leaves were gently blowing against the window, reminding me of the cold awaiting outside. Sitting at my desk, I put on my good, old headphones that I care for so delicately. The music that was playing was at full volume, but the voices in my head were still louder..every time.

The headphones were blasting loud rap music that I have been listening to for over a decade. Nothing beats the classic Drake mixtapes that I have been collecting ever since I got my hands on them. Outside in the hallways, there were loud clammers and joyful screams that were not a match for the kingdom I lived. The walls were also painted red like as if we were living in the 18th century, where the kings of France and England would have ruled.

There were classes within this household; everyone had their spots. And what was I? I was the way bottom of the pyramid, barely making my way around without having to be preyed on by the demons of my siblings. My bedroom was smaller than the others, but I think it has a more comfortable feeling to it. It's literally only been about 5 years since I have entered into this castle, and I will leave it soon once I graduate.

There were knocks on the my door, and I blasted my music even louder to not pay attention to anything. I supposed that it was the younger brother... but I rather would want him than the other one. Anyone but him.. I didn't want to see him. The sunlight was dying outside, as the moonlight was pushing its way through, as if the reality I was living was being painted onto the darkly skies. I tapped my head to the beat; the music was becoming a drug, the more I blasted it-the more I craved for it to be louder. Soon, someone barged into my room and took off my headphones. With an instant anger rising, I turned around and shouted without even knowing who it was.

I widened my eyes after realizing the presence of this soul, and I kneel on one knee. The dark chuckle can be heard from the other, and I gulped quietly as I awaited for his next move. The music was being echoed out, and all I could hear was my heartbeat smashing its beats onto my chest.

"I saw you coming with her? Why didn't you ask me to tag along? It was an interesting sight to see."

There, I heard the most annoying, most cunning, and the most evil chuckle with every word he spat out of his dirty little mouth. I slowly moved my head up to face the devil himself, who was peering down at me with such a taunting gesture. I hid my left arm under my fallen knee, where I clenched it to the point where I couldn't feel the blood moving through my veins.

He groaned at my continuing silence, and he grabbed my headphones and chucked it across the room. It smashed into millions of pieces, like how my soul just ripped out of its cage. I worked so hard to buy it myself, and I had to calm the anger rising within me. That's how it always is. He gains something, whenever I lose something. He asked again, and I bit my anger down to the point where I had to put mindful coals on my ash of anger.

"I said, answer me."

He tapped his foot anxiously against my knee, coming closer as if it was a daily routine to break me down even further. I whispered to myself in fear without even knowing, and I finally gained the courage to speak up against this tyrant that is supposedly my bloodline.

"I'm sorry, master Jeno."