“He’s at it again… he’s doing it again…”
Kyu Jong opened his eyes as he heard the familiar thumping of Hyun Joong’s head against the table. Sitting up, he wondered if they made the right choice when they decided that he didn’t need to know or remember everything. The memories that drove him down that path of self destruction should be kept away and never brought back to surface… right?
At least that was what they all felt at that time. But now, it just didn’t seem like the right choice. Outwardly, Hyun Joong seemed to be living a normal life, but only his brothers knew the pain he was going through. He spent his days wondering what was missing in his life, almost begging to be told the truth only to be pushed away with a picture perfect drawing called his life.
Walking towards the kitchen, Kyu Jong peered at the lonely figure that was once his confident hyung. Sighing, he pulled up a chair opposite Hyun Joong and called out his name.
‘Hyun Joongie hyung.. it’s past midnight. You should be sleeping.’
Looking up, Hyun Joong managed a small smile at Kyu Jong before staring off into space again.
‘Yeah, I know. But strangely enough, sleep doesn’t come easily to me these days. Was I always like that?’
‘Nope. You were the sleeping god of our group. You would jump at any opportunity to sleep the day away, even thinking that it was perfectly normal to be hibernating.’
Hyun Joong scoffed at that remark and looked at Kyu Jong in the eye.
‘Well, if that was the truth, then I wish that part of me would come back.’
‘It was really true hyung. You could sleep through almost anything, except for tickles.’
At the mention of tickles, Hyun Joong looked up at Kyu Jong sharply before he saw a vision in his mind, of himself being shaken awake by a woman wearing an apron and trying to reach for his sides to tickle him more. The vision was so vivid that he could hear her laughter, but before he could see her face, his head suddenly felt like it was bursting and he fell over the table in pain.
‘HYUNG!!! Wake up, hyung!!!!’