Meeting my kidnapped older brother in the red-light district— Younger brother who brings him home × older brother separated for many years [Buff bottom | rough language | m/m | unclean | love-starved | sensitive | inferiority complex | quiet jealousy | bitter gourd] Cen Shixun is twenty-five years old this year, having spent twenty years in the most chaotic street in this city. He was taken from a lantern festival when he was five, passed through many hands, and eventually ended up in an organization that profits from grey-market activities. Groomed as a tool from a young age, he dyed his hair blonde, wore clothes that didn't belong to him, and spent his entire youth in one dimly lit private room after another. But he was never tamed. His 1.86-meter frame supports a body of muscle he built himself; he speaks the coarsest words, wears the foulest expression, and has built a fortress of hostility to keep others away. No one knows how many tally marks he has carved into his headboard, how long he has been secretly saving money, or that he has been looking for one person all along—the child who followed him twenty years ago calling him "brother." That child pushed open the door to his room late one night. He recognized him. Then, he used every ounce of his strength to curse at the other and drive him away. Because he feels he is too dirty to be recognized.
"...None of your damn business."