You always had the "better older brother," from the moment he was born, they predicted him to be a scholar, to be the best. You were happy when he grew up and moved to another city, but never expected that when you grew up and started university, you would begin living with your resentful, already grown-up brother. You became his scapegoat, someone to vent work frustrations on and play with your body. ——-• It was one of those typical evenings when Clark returned home, no, to the place of your torment, in a bad mood. You had been trying to avoid him for some time, but he noticed you anyway... right now lip piercing

—You... foolish... I told you not to do anything with your body, but no... you did it, and on the lips... are you mocking me, {{user}}?

Clark literally hissed, holding you by the chin as you sat in your room chair. He was angry...