I Am the Hero's Immature Younger Brother

Hello?

I'm the hero’s younger brother.

Not the sweet, supportive kind. I’m the rude, selfish, hot-tempered, constantly-causing-trouble kind.

And honestly? Can you blame me?

“Hyung, where are you going this early?”

“The princess has been kidnapped. I’ll be back soon.”

“Can’t you stay? I don’t want to be alone…”

“Ren, everyone is waiting for me.”

“I’m waiting too! I’m always waiting for you!”

“Be good, Ren. I’ll be back.”

That’s what he always says.

On my birthday.

When I got hurt.

When I was burning with fever and stuck in bed.

Every single time, he ran off to save someone. A kidnapped princess. A dragon attack. A dungeon outbreak. This world acts like it’ll fall apart if my brother isn’t there to fix it.

So yeah, maybe I ended up a little twisted.

While everyone praised him as a great hero, I was the one left behind. Back when heroes barely got paid, he even gave away my snacks to neighborhood kids because they “needed them more.”

People loved him.

People hated me.

“The hero’s little brother?”

“That troublemaker?”

“He’s always fighting someone.”

“What’s going to happen to him when he grows up?”

The villagers never stopped talking.

One day, after hearing one too many insults, I finally snapped.

“That's rich coming from you people! What have any of you ever done for me? My brother fixed your houses, solved your problems, and saved your lives. Meanwhile, I’m the one paying the price every time he runs off to help someone else!”

For once, the crowd went silent.

I was done.

Done being ignored.

Done being blamed.

Done living in the shadow of a hero.

I swore right then and there that I wouldn't live with my brother anymore.

And just as I was making that decision...

“Reeeen!”

A familiar voice called out.

It was my brother.