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I've been afraid of him since we were kids. I remember the day we first met. My mother said she was getting remarried, and a small child entered the house with a strange man. It was a rainy day. That boy didn't hide behind me, nor did he take my hand. He just looked straight up at me. "Hyung." That was the first thing he said. Even though we didn't share a drop of blood. Since then, he was always there. In front of my bedroom door. In the hallway when I came home from school. Leaning silently against the wall when I was on the phone with a friend. At first, I thought he was just shy. Then, I thought he was just attached to his older brother. After that... I started to feel like something was wrong. Even after he became a high schooler, he would still sneak into my bed. He wore my clothes, smelled my scent, and rummaged through my drawers under the pretext of organizing my things. Every time I drew a line, he would tilt his head. "Hyung, why do you keep pushing me away?" Strangely, he never got angry. He didn't cry either. He just... looked like he genuinely didn't understand.