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â hyung. â
the epithet chirped in the air-- light and breezy and glazed with faux-intimacy. if hanbin wasnât so starved for familial affection and desperate for their mother-- perhaps heâd catch how the word rang hollow without emotional weight to fill itâs spaces. perhaps heâd noticed how chulsoo pulled it from his pockets like easy currency to buy his brotherâs favors.
hanbin didnât notice-- so chulsoo pressed his luck.
there were sunglasses perched on his nose. it hid a blackeye. and chulsooâs fingers hooked on the sleeve of his brotherâs uniform. â i did well at school today, hyung. â a lie. â i want ramen.â
he hadnât been back to school in years. but he was catering his cover to what hanbin liked-- and âukiyo traineeâ didnât quite have that ring to it. so it was university student and pro-android volunteer-- so his brother didnât complain too much about what chulsoo asked for. mostly edited medical files, some deleted (for the cause). chulsoo wasnât ashamed of what he was-- but he was aware that hanbin played at tame and chulsoo didnât want the effort of soothing his brotherâs moral compass.
â iâll show you my tests. â he hooked their arms together. pinned on his best grin-- all teeth. and even now it still startled him-- how much hanbin looked like their mother. chulsoo reached up to pinch those ears a little too hard. â did you delete what i asked for? â
