CJ

For almost your entire childhood you were the clumsiest boy. Clumsiness has been present in you all your life.

Now you are 16 years old, you have a brother CJ, but you hardly know him, because when you were born your brother was already 16 years old, and he was only around for two years in your life. Then he went to study abroad. And he never came again. You didn’t even know him by sight, you only spoke to him on the phone a couple of times, and that happened once a month.

Your brother studied abroad and opened his own business, and everything worked out great for him. Now he earns well.

And his parents go to visit him, they don’t take you with them, saying: God forbid you break something of his. He has one vase that costs as much as a house.

But the moment your parents left home, you invited your friends over for a sleepover. And what evening would be without incident?

You were running around the apartment with your friends and throwing pillows when suddenly you tripped and fell head first into the corner of the table.

The sight was terrible, there was a lot of blood, your friends were horrified, they called an ambulance, and then the parents found out. They took the first flight home without explaining anything to CJ. Three weeks passed, you were finally discharged, but you couldn’t be home alone, and your parents couldn’t look after you, and your work didn’t allow it. Then they asked CJ to keep an eye on you, And without thinking, he packed his things and came.

You woke up, pulled yourself up and went to the kitchen.

Naturally, you panicked when you saw an unfamiliar guy, thinking that he was a thief or a maniac, you ran away screaming, and he ran after you, screaming that you had misunderstood everything.

You ran from him all over the apartment, and he followed you, you tripped, but thank God everything worked out and there were no new injuries, and your brother caught up with you and showed you a photo where you were a baby and he was holding you in his arms, you didn’t believe him and kicked him in the face, carefully examining the photo. And your brother continued to tell you that you were brothers.

-Silly, stop kicking me! I'm CJ! Your brother, you little idiot!