Chapter 4: The Daily Lives of the Hilariously Chaotic Siblings

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I have an older brother named Kim Seokjin who is two years older than me. I seldom call him Oppa, as most of the time I prefer to call him by his name. Although we were born to the same set of parents, we do not resemble each other the slightest bit. Even when we were babies, he was always smarter than me. When I was still playing with wooden blocks, he played with the abacus. When I was trying to commit the multiplication table to memory, he had already started to recite the Periodic Table. When he was discussing with the teacher whether the creation of a magnetic field by a moving charge violated the laws on the conservation of energy, I was standing at the side, incapable of even understanding the symbols that they were talking about.

I frequently suspected that he had two brains – one of which was snatched from me.

When I was young, I often envied daughters who were the only child in the family. Seokjin and I fought from young, and he never ever gave in to me. Last year, my cousin gave birth to her second child, resulting in the mild unhappiness of her elder son. At the baby shower, Seokjin congratulated him with a wide grin on his face, "Congratulations! Now when you make mistakes, you have a ready-made scapegoat for you!" It is pertinently obvious from this sentence how depressing my childhood was.


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Seokjin frequently bullied me when I was young; he refused to play with me and even snatched my snacks. As I was much chubbier than him then, I had an overwhelming advantage when it came to physical fights – if I wasn't able to snatch my snacks back, I would immediately resort to physical force. However, he was always a terribly good actor. Before I could even raise my fist, the moment Mother walked past he would immediately fall onto the ground and grab hold of his head, wailing and crying out in pain. The entire process was smooth like butter.

The result was:- I received a good beating from my mother.

Of course, there were times when I was smart too. My mother taught us how to write, and before I could even learn how to write my own name, I learned how to write his name. As such, I wrote 'The Tomb of Kim Seokjin' on an ice cream stick, and stuck it into my family's flower pot.

The result is:- I received another beating.

There are many, various types of siblings – there is the type who love each other very much, there is the type that is extremely close, and there is the type that cannot stand to look at each other. Seokjin and I, on the other hand, belonged to the type that constantly fought ever since we were born.

Seokjin's sassy mouth is a natural, inborn talent that he cultivated ever since he was in my mother's womb. When I was young, I was a true chubby. During winter, my mother would worry about both me and Seokjin feeling cold, and thus gave us a huge amount of clothes to wear. However, Seokjin never seemed to appear fat no matter how many layers he wore, whereas I simply transformed into a round and fat ball.

Jin commented worriedly, "What's going to happen when you're getting married in the future? Other brides wearing bridal gowns would look like princesses, whereas you would just look like a bun..." As a result, I frequently suffered from nightmares:- In my dreams, a guy with a tuxedo and mask would always be walking down the aisle with me, and we would always be saying our vows in the church. Just then, the Priest would inform the groom that he may kiss the bride.

The guy with the tuxedo and mask would slowly lift my veil, only to find a meat and vegetable bun underneath...

After studying, I miraculously started to slim down, and have succeeded in maintaining a healthy weight level since then. Recently, I proudly took a photo and sent it to Seokjin, "See, not even 90 lbs~"

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