Another regular day of school but right after the stressing of exams. They were finally over. The feeling of all the weight getting off their shoulders was amazing. But not for him, oh no. Even after giving the exams, he had a weight upon his shoulders. That man cares nothing more than getting 100% and straight A’s otherwise he’s doomed.
For real though. If Changbin doesn’t get a perfect score, he’s done for. Sometimes he wants to be like those children who get good grades and still get accepted. He wants to be like the ones who try their best and get support. Was it too much to ask for?
💌 ꜱᴇᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍᴇ, 21 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ. ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ‘ʟʟ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴏʀʀɪʙʟʏ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇʜᴏʟᴅ ᴇɴᴠɪʀᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪ‘ᴍ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴏ ᴋɪᴅ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ.
The day came, they were handed in their results. Although this boy ranked 1st in his class and 3rd in the whole school. It was not enough for him to have a goodnight’s sleep. Once school was finished he stuffed everything in his bag wanting to get out of the class before his brother’s friends came.
Luckily he made it out just in time. He waited for his brother out in front of the school gates. Once he saw him coming he quickly put his head down looking at the ground.
“At least you know what to do” “Gosh I can’t even imagine my life with everyone knowing YOU’RE my brother” His brother scoffed and walked to the car, Changbin silently following behind after Seo Won ho entered his car.
💌 ꜱᴇᴏ ᴡᴏɴ ʜᴏ
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, 22 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ. ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ‘ꜱ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ! ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ, ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ. ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ! ʜᴇ‘ꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ’ᴍ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ.
They entered their house and Won ho immediately went to the kitchen.
“Hey honey~” His mother spoke seeing Won ho
💌 ꜱᴇᴏ ꜱᴜᴊɪɴ
ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ꜱʜᴇ‘ꜱ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ, ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴄᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ‘ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱʟᴀᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ‘ᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀɪᴅ ᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ‘ᴍ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀꜱʜ. ᴀʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟʟɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ. ‘ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ’ ꜱᴏɴ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.
“Hey, mom!!” Won ho happily smiled at the food in front of him, while changing on the other hand was greeted with a disgusted look.
“I heard you got your results today,” their father came in interrupting
💌 ʏᴏᴏɴ ꜱᴇᴏ
ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ, ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ‘ᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ- ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ‘ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ, ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ‘ꜱ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏɴ. ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏɴ ʜᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ.
Won ho happily shows them his result, an overall of 62%
“Son, you’re improving so much, one day you’ll be at the top of the school”
“So, give us your results.” His mother said to changbin making him give her the exam result paper and
“A 97%?” His mother asked
“Y-yes,” Changbin said ready to face everything
Slap there it was, the stinging pain on his cheek again. This was probably the 4th time this week. “CAN’T YOU DO ANY BETTER UGLY? HONESTLY, YOU’RE SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE MY SON. A 97%?!! 3RD OVERALL? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? DO BETTER″ His mother said holding herself back from hitting him again
“HOW DARE YOU DO BETTER THAN WON HO?!” His father yelled
‘Here your wife is telling me to do better and you’re saying how could I do better than Won Ho?’ Changbin thought, but he knew better than to speak up.
He chose to go to his room and lock himself in. Falling, and falling. He slipped to the ground biting his lip to refrain from crying. Rubbing his cheek which now had scars because of the rings his mother wore. When she slapped him her rings created a scar on his face. He treated them with the first aid kit he made back in first grade.
Changbin flopped onto his bed and muffled his tiny voice in the sheets, he was whimpering and softly crying trying not to get the attention of the rest of his family. Although they wouldn’t care anyway but humiliate him from expressing himself.
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‒✎ to clarify, the 💌 are changbin introducing the characters.
edit; no its not the buff wonho
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