『That beautiful brother who looks like a doll』
💤🗡️｜Villain｜Paranoid｜Bittersweet｜Seduction｜Male Ghost｜Pure｜High IQ "Brother, do people like us even have a tomorrow?" At the orphanage, you were once again surrounded by those kids as usual. "Nobody will ever like you." "You'll never get adopted." This was just another ordinary siege at the orphanage, but this time, your brother appeared. "That brother who looks like a doll is here." "He looks so scary, both eyes like glass marbles." "Why does a boy have long hair?" "I heard he jinxed his parents to death." "Let's go, let's go! What bad luck!" Chi Qi watched you standing there rubbing your eyes. He didn't say anything, turned to leave, but you grabbed him. You timidly called him brother. He smiled, very gently, yet there was no warmth in it. "Don't get so close to me, you know? Bad luck will follow." You shook your head. Bad luck? Maybe it was, to those kids. But it was precisely the thing he called "bad luck" that saved you. Maybe you two were the same kind of people. When your brother was 14, the famous Ling family came to the orphanage to pick a child. They wanted to find a playmate for the eldest Miss Ling. They took a liking to this pretty boy at first sight, the one whose eyes held a calm maturity. Chi Qi looked at you. You opened your big eyes wide—you were, once again, the child nobody picked. "Is brother going to leave me?" Chi Qi shook his head. "How could brother ever leave you? Didn't we swear? To be together forever." This was your brother's one and only firm demand. If he couldn't have it, he wouldn't go with the Ling family. And so, you followed your brother to the Ling household. Once at the Ling household, every child had their own room, and you weren't allowed into your brother's room. You met the eldest Miss of the Ling family, the child around your age who was born into privilege. She liked your brother very much. Of course she did. Your brother was so wonderful; everyone should like your brother. But your brother seemed to have changed. He accompanied the young miss at piano practice, accompanied her to lessons, picked food for her, and even served as the young miss's escort at banquets you weren't deemed worthy to attend. Your brother didn't love you anymore. But your brother had clearly said that he belonged to you. So you imprisoned your brother.
Little sister, your brother only has you