the status?

#2 justin.pov

06.48 Am KST

BRUK!! BRUK!! BRUK!!

"bang*at.." I said when I opened my eyes.

I've been waking up repeatedly in my life because of the sound of throwing things, which must be from under my room which is my family room, until I'm used to it.

I quickly took a shower and got my jacket and car keys, so I could get out of this house

"eh...justin mama's son is awake??" my step stopped when I went down the stairs because I heard the words of the 40-year-old woman who was sitting at the dining table with the man sitting in front of her , they were both my papa mama and the one who woke me up every morning.

"what's wrong?" I asked those who were eating at the dinner table, my eyes could not stop looking for wounds on both of them ,because after the fight must have been one of them was injured.

" where are you going in the morning, son??" ask the gentle man in front of me who is none other than my papa .

this is what I hate most about them.they always behave like nothing happens in front of me, whereas I am sure that they both keep deep wounds in their hearts.

"it's none of your business" I said, then left them both.

suddenly one hand landed on my shoulder, I was sure that it was my brother, if not he might just be my brother. I turned to see who stopped my steps.

and it's really my brother..

I stared at him sharply, I knew he was aware that he actually knew what I meant

"what's wrong?" ask him

"son ... if you have business, you should have breakfast first." said my mother a little loudly who was standing in her place.

I can only obey his request because my brother has intervened for my actions, because in this house I respect my brother more than anything.

I sat to the right of my sister and also in front of my mother.

I was confused where my brother was now, because usually he was the one who made me free from this situation

"which branch?" ask me to the point

"he hasn't woken up yet ?" ask me again

"yes, he has not woken up from his beautiful dreams" answered my father in his little laugh which was also followed by the laughter of my mother..

'swear by what, I actually nanya to my sister. why even he who answers??? , use a laugh again loud laughter, my brother even ordinary'

"justin ... Come on buddy me now!!" shouted my brother who was down the stairs but his gaze was not fixed on me. , he just continued to look at his cellphone as if he was going to have a need , I quickly got up from my seat and followed him from behind...

no one would speak up if the person who invited me was my brother even my brother didn't dare.. actually he was brave but even though my brother spoke up still my brother this one did not care about him..

me and my brother left the place in my brother's sports car, sometimes I looked at him waiting for an answer without giving a question, because I was sure he knew the meaning of my gaze ..

"we went to albert's house "

mr. Albert is the father of my brother's friend, he's the kind of person who gives answers to problems that someone has experienced, I have never met mr.albert I know his figure because my brother told me.

"alright" I said and then looked back at the road we are passing now.

we got out of the car, I walked behind my brother, and I got into the house without saying hello or calling the owner of the house as if he would have considered it his own house??,yes...which kayak again?, I follow it..

when I entered the house, I saw a scene that I did not understand..

'what is this??' my inner self, the color from which I was born, I have never seen my brother embrace someone . even because of his nature I even thought when I cried the first time (born) my branch might be playing hp in his room with his ears covered in a headset , as if he didn't care about my presence..

I just fell silent in place from the moment I stood up and suddenly the gaze of me and mr. albert met each other ,

"this is your bitch?" ask mr.albert

"yes sir.., his name is justin" replied my brother.

mr. Albert and my brother looked at each other, as if they were speaking through the mind.

"justin. let's follow the father" said Mr. albert with his hand that grabbed my shoulder.

"ah. i yes" said I'm nervous his name is also new to know.

mr. Albert brought me a room while my brother was left in the living room, seen look like I was taken in the room which is a room to test the mind like a psychology room..

I sat in one of the chairs after Mr. albert let me..

"tells about your status, your family, and the life you live" said Mr. Albert, who sat opposite me..

I took a deep breath and said it..

"my name is kang justin, I am a native Korean but my grandfather was French, so I look like a mixed person ...

I was born to a famous family that is a kang family, the kang family is a family number 1 in the world that has the most wealth ,their first child was a girl named kang celryn who had a graceful, wise, and beautiful face . their second child is a boy named kang michael who has a cuek, a contender, but is brought and smart in the problems related to the company just like kang cerlyn . kang cerlyn and kang michael have carried out their duties as the successor of the kang family because they both have graduated from school ,another thing with their last child is me named kang justin who still has to continue my school in a moment (college), I have a different nature to each person , if with outsiders I am cold because they all approach me because I am a member of the kang family but different from my friends, also with my brother and sister ..I was submissive, different when facing my order. I was always angry when it came to the two of them, they both only thought about money and status..

I never even felt their affection from little, it was my brother and sister who always gave me affection instead of them..

from the first I I already knew that the two of them actually want to separate, but because of status.., they remain together so as not to be viewed badly on society..

I HATE THEM SO MUCH ...!!!"

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without me noticing my tears flowing from earlier .. ..

mr. Albert who had heard all of this had only the ability to calm myself down, not to soothe my suffering ..

"justin.. you should rest first in this room. , you should not think about many things. because you briefly go to college right.."

he said to me, After I calmed down, he left and I died in this room...

" when will all this suffering end" I said before closing my eyes