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"High! Get Up! You are going to be late again." Nine's voice yelled from outside his bedroom door.
"Go away! You take forever in the mornings, what's the use getting up if I can't do anything, anyway." High groaned and reached down to cover himself with his comforter that had slipped off exposing his naked chest and navy blue boxer briefs. He scratched his belly, which was lightly toned yet, without the presence of abs.
The door, pressed open.
"High… High… Mom says she wants you downstairs that you need your vitamins from breakfast, you're too stupid if you don't eat in the mornings."
High groaned and covered his head with the blanket.
"Mom would never say that, you asshole."
He heard Nine snicker and made a sour face below the blankets.
"So I embellished a little."
"Did you have your breakfast, I wouldn't want you to be too stupid to function at all, you know, you already have so little up there, it could be detrimental if you lost anymore."
"High, you scumbag, get up." High groaned as he felt the full weight of his brother's toned muscled body smash into his through the covers.
"Ahh, you little shit!" High yelled uncovering.
The moment he did his younger brother's arm, threw his arm around his neck and he was being squeezed to death.
"Ahhh, Ahh, Nine, you rotten, shit, let me go…" High gasping from around his brother's grip, he tapped on his brother's arm in an effort to get the kid to stop. His brother may be younger, but that was the only thing he was.
Nine was a monster. Taller, more built, wide shoulders, a toned six pack, a strong, thin nose, almond-shaped eyes with strong cheekbones. He was the prime image of what youth should be.
Or at least everyone seemed to think so. Because Nine was what they called a triple threat. At nineteen years old, he was already a well-known boy group member, a newbie actor, and had over six million followers on his social media. He could sing, dance, and act like a huge pain in the ass.
He still chose to live at home and go to school, like the good kid, he was, and despite their arguing, he was a pretty great brother.
The annoying part was his stinking brother complex.
'He won't let me take a picture with him and place it on my social media, yet the asshole can't stop posting pics he took without my permission on his.'
High reached into his pants to adjust himself while scratching his hair gently with his eyes closed. Gosh, sometimes it's too early for your antics. He whined.
High heard a click and his eyes flashed open one hundred percent alert.
"What the fuck was that?" High glared into his brother's dark brown eyes, glaring into his soul.
"Did you…"
"Did you just take a photo of me without my permission?"
Nine's eyes sparkled and his face crinkled with a cheeky, cocky grin that exposed a deep dimple in his cheek.
His thumbs worked quickly for a moment before stopping.
High stared at his brother incredulously.
"You wouldn't."
High's phone began to beep like crazy, so hard it almost vibrated right off the side of the table. He reached out and grabbed it in time to stop it from falling.
He clicked open his phone to see he had been tagged in a photo which had 463 hearts and counting, and his phone pulsed in his hand as comment after comment popped up.
High clicked on it almost terrified to see what the monster across the room had done to him. This was the first time he had ever tagged him.
"Just wanted to brighten your morning with what I get to see every day. Aren't I lucky, my brother has grown up so sexy. Na ka. The good news, he is only two years older, is kind to everyone, and is single. I don't know his preferences, but I'll ask. What do you think doesn't my cute Oppa deserve some love?"
High cringed at the English and Korean his brother had used to entice his international fans.
But his face frowned when he saw the picture showed everything.
"Wow, look at that thin, smooth skin. Why is he so flawless?"
"Omg check out those thicc legs, just how I like."
"I could eat him for breakfast."
"You get to wake up to that every morning? No wonder you say you love your brother in interviews. I always thought you meant familial, but I get it, I have your brother's complex too!" High read aloud. He looked up from his phone at Nine unimpressed.
"For your information, I don't have a brother's complex, I just love my big baby brother, he is so cute and tiny everywhere, so it's not like I wanna marry you, you're just impossible not to want to squish, although for my fans, we could make an exception." Nine made a poignant glance towards High's crotch when he said everywhere, that High didn't fail to catch.
"Ahhh, get out!" High growled with annoyance.
"Or this brother is going to make dancing in your studio a complex thing to do today!" High snapped, throwing a pillow after his brother who ran from the room laughing.
"I hope you find your soulmate today, ya thicc boy!" Nine called back.
High groaned before falling back into the sheets. He lifted his phone to his face and continued to scroll the comments, anyway.
"Well, isn't he a snack…"
"God, he is making me hungry."
"I can't… Ah where is he putting his hands…"
"God, right, that is a prime example of a healthy specimen."
"Count me in, he has a new fan. I'm going to search him up right now."
"Omg so hawt, melting."
"He is thicker than a snicker, what a snack!"
"I want to call him oppa too!"
'Trolls.' he thought and dropped his phone on the bed with a reluctant groan.
High pulled himself up with a groan, then off the bed and walked over to the bathroom he shared with his brother through adjoining doors that led to their bedrooms. He stared down at his brother's stuff, which cluttered the whole sink area and sighed.
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