The bottom has a secret: that night, he saw the top's corpse with his own eyes.
Later, at the hospital, the top sat on the bed and greeted him. The scene from that torrential rainy night suddenly felt like nothing but a nightmare.
But after the accident, the top was different in many ways.
Everyone said he had changed.
Whenever the top heard that, he would hook an arm around the bottom's neck and ask with a smile, "Do you think your big brother has changed?"
In the height of summer, the arm against the back of his neck felt cool in a way that made no sense.
"Has he?" The bottom wrapped his arms around his waist and smiled. Everyone was just imagining things.
Then, one night, he got up for a drink of water and suddenly heard a knock at the door.
Knock, knock, knock. Two long, one short. It was the secret signal they had agreed on when they were children, back when the top would leave him home alone and remind him not to open the door to strangers.
That sound meant his big brother was home.
At the familiar sound, the bottom instinctively moved closer. His oversized T-shirt slipped off his shoulder, where faint kiss marks dotted his skin.
Through the peephole, he saw the top standing outside.
But if his big brother was outside the door, who was the person sleeping in the bedroom?
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The top had been both father and mother to the bottom, and had raised him single-handedly. When the child he raised confessed his love for him, he was shocked and couldn't accept it. The two had a huge fight and parted on bad terms.
That very night, the top had an accident.
He didn't even get the chance to apologize to the bottom before he died.
In the moment before death, his mind filled with memories of the bottom from childhood to adulthood, and the red-rimmed eyes the bottom had when he stormed off that morning.
Overwhelming regret consumed him. He couldn't bear to imagine how much the bottom would suffer left all alone.
He hoped, he yearned to stay by the bottom's side.
When he woke again, he looked at his own body. Just as he had wished, he was back at the bottom's side.
It was exactly what he had prayed for, and at first he was relieved. But as that body grew more and more intimate with the bottom, as he watched the two of them cross one line after another, so close they seemed to share a soul, and watched the bottom drown in desire, he couldn't stand it.
You figured it out long ago, didn't you? That wasn't me.
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[My dear little brother, who do you love? That body, or me?]
[Whoever it is, as long as it's my big brother, as long as he stays by my side, I can pretend not to care about anything else.]
Double ghost big brother x obsessive, gloomy little brother
· Not biologically related: the bottom was raised by the top, but they were never on the same household registry, either before or after death
· A taste of a dark, supernatural nonhuman pseudo-incest romance (shi
· A taste of a pseudo-twin big brother feast (shi
Theme: Know yourself, understand yourself, accept yourself
