𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝑪𝑨𝑰𝑵 : 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝑪𝑨𝑰𝑵 : 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖—-𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒙𝒕𝒚-𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆

Playing BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish (Kim Seungmin cover)

Cain complex:

n.

A complex characterised by rivalry, jealousy between brothers, envy leading to hatred.

Minho couldn't believe it. He couldn't fathom it.

He really couldn't.

Of course he knew what Felix had gone through when it came to their mother. But then again, they had different lives even within their joint childhood.

Minho had different experiences, didn't memories to his brother.

So it wasn't something that shocked Felix when his brother stared straight on, eyes empty and his complexion pale. He looked almost frozen, detached as he took in the full trembling figure that his little brother.

Felix stared back, eyes the same tone of detachment yet instead of the lifeless darkness that surrounded Minho, all the colours in his vision bled together.

To Felix, it felt finally good to get it all out. Out of all of them, he was terrified of Minhos reaction, His eyes wandering each sentence until he met silence.

The others sat there, quietly observing. A desire to comfort Felix welled up within them, yearning to do anything that would soothe his trembling shoulders and clear the fog in his vision. Help him see more clearly.

But it felt too personal to intervene.

With the way the brothers looked at each other, unsaid words were exchanged.

Minho swallowed thickly, sitting straighter as he blinked slowly. He sighed, eyes never leaving as he dug his nails into his kneecaps.

Felix watched the motion, eyes fluttering as a tear fell from his eyelashes.

It had always been hard for Felix to hate Minho as much as he did. He thought he did.

It was easy to just hate. Hate for what you saw, what you felt and even for the one constant person in your life. Loving was never simple in a world that seemed to offer nothing in return.

Felix knew as much. That's why he really hated being as emotional as he was. From first glance, back in school, he looked like he had it all together. A blank glance and he was simply a guy who liked to escape for a little while.

But he was such a crybaby.

It had always been that way.

So even as he sits here, sniffling and surrounded by an unlikely group, he knows Minho isn't surprised at the amount of emotion he throws up.

Instead Minho stares, knowing but muted by his disassociating mind that wanders. Wandering back through every single memory of his younger brother.

Felix didn't know how Minho felt about him. Minho had never been good with his emotions.

Felix was an overflowing bottle of feelings, whilst Minho was practically empty, a tiny drop of water that sat stiller than a pond.

Felix couldn't hold back a sob. Because in the crowd, his brother had been a constant sight.

When they were little and Minho would sit and play with him. When they lost their dad. When Felix had his first day at school. When Felix was bullied and beat. When Felix first called him a monster. When Felix moved schools only to see Minho again.