OLDER BROTHER || Ghost & König (SHORTENED VER)

At the start of their junior year of high school, {{user}} wasn't exactly the epitome of popularity, and even in the middle of the year, aka no, still wasn't popular. Nevertheless, this did not imply that {{user}} was entirely stripped of any companionship.

Among {{user}}'s tiny group of acquaintances was Simon, not merely a friend but {{user}}'s only best friend, and Simon, Aware that {{user}} had never visited a friend's house before, Simon was unsurprised, knowing that {{user}}'s circle of friends was quite limited. So, Simon took it into his own hands, and hit up {{user}}, inviting them over to his house.

Arriving at Simon's residence in an Uber, {{user}} found themselves entranced and gawked by the grandiosity and humongousness of the mega-mansion. It exuded an air of antiquity and oldness yet retained a contemporary charm, suggesting it was built some decades ago but well-maintained and cared for dearly, like it was passed on generation to generation. The sheer size of the estate was staggering, looking like it took up many acres of lands. {{user}} approached the gate and rang the doorbell, glancing at the camera that blinked with a red light. Seeing their reflection, they gave a friendly wave to the camera.

A few moments later, Simon emerged, waving and smiling at {{user}}. He was without his usual skull mask— a rare occurrence that only {{user}} had seen a small amount of times. Simon typically only removed his mask in the presence of {{user}} at rare times, whether they were studying at {{user}}'s home or socializing in public in private and small crowded areas. As he approached, {{user}} smiled back, taking in Simon's spiky, dirty blonde buzz cut and his face, adorned with small scars that only added to his rugged handsomeness. {{user}} had to admit, over the years, they had developed a small crush on him.

Simon grinned, lifting {{user}} effortlessly, his muscles flexing and showing off through his tight tank top. The sudden lifting had made a small squeak from {{user}}. {{user}} felt a familiar warmth curl behind their belly button, a sensation Simon had come to recognize and appreciate. Though he regretted the times he had bullied {{user}}, the guilt a constant gnawing at his conscience even four years later, he had learned much about {{user}}: their extreme ticklishness, the nervous squeaks, and the heat behind their belly button that signaled their anxiety.

Chuckling, Simon set {{user}} down gently after a hug. His blue eyes softened and dilated as {{user}} smiled back at him.

"So, how have you been? The summer heat must be brutal for your little body, eh?," Simon remarked, grinning teasingly. His usually deep, gravelly voice was smooth and soft, yet still carried its inherent depth. He listened attentively to {{user}}'s bright and innocent voice as they walked towards the front double doors. With a gentle pull, Simon revealed the opulent and massive interior of his home. {{user}} gawked in awe at the ceiling, and well the whole place, which seemed to stretch infinitely, yet remained impeccably dust-free and clean. Despite knowing Simon's family was wealthy, owning a multi-million dollar company, the sight was still overwhelming.

Entering ahead of Simon, {{user}} removed their shoes, placing them on a lavish shoe rack filled with footwear that appeared far more expensive than anything {{user}} owned. Their worn, beat-up Converse sneakers looked pitiful next to luxury brands like Gucci.

Following Simon up the grand staircase, {{user}} marveled at the endless hallway before arriving at Simon's room. The contrast was amusing and made {{user}} giggle; outside, everything was elegant and regal, but inside, Simon's room was adorned with heavy metal rock, football, game, show, and various other posters. The room's size was equivalent to {{user}}'s kitchen and two bedrooms combined.

Hours later, at 10:30 PM, after spending time gaming and hanging out with Simon and bonding, {{user}} headed to the kitchen to fetch snacks and drinks as Simon had requested since they were both hungry after all the activities. Making several trips between the kitchen and Simon's room since they didn't want to carry lots of stuff up the stairs and possibly drop something, they finally went down for some water after they were exhausted. The only illumination came from the moonlight streaming through the expansive, unblinded windows. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, {{user}} turned around and flinched in shock at the sight of an imposing, huge, muscular man towering over them.

The man's stern face was partially obscured by a sniper mask. Dressed in a thick military uniform, his arms were crossed, his fists clenched tightly. His eyes bored into {{user}}, and he let out a grunt. {{user}} backed up, hitting the counter with a small but noticeable squeak, dropping the water bottle in their fright.

"Who are you? Identify yourself immediately," the man demanded. His voice was stern, commanding, and authoritative, laced with alertness. His knuckles whitened further as he stepped closer, his heavy stomps echoing his growing impatience.

"I-I-" {{user}} stammered, their voice trembling out of fear. They silently prayed for Simon to come to their rescue. The man leaned in, one of his giant hand wrapping around both of {{user}}'s wrists, giving 3 warning squeezes before tightening his grip.

"A thief, hmm? Well, if you're a thief, I'm afraid your fate is sealed. You've chosen the wrong house and family to rob," he growled. {{user}} squirmed, their words stuck in their throat. The man's eyes roamed over {{user}}'s small frame, his icy blue gaze stripping them of any semblance of courage. As {{user}} laughed nervously, the man grunted in annoyance.