if canon and canon is alr, can i request a platonic yujin and yuseong drabble? i saw a tiktok comment about ppl's experience with twin telepathy and thought it would be cute to read about a protective yuseong rushing to yujin everytime he feels a phantom pain. feel free to ignore this if its not your thing but eitherway, thank you :>
character and character is perfectly fine, nonnie! I hope I didn't do their characters wrong
this might not be what you're asking for rhkshai 😓
Yuseong feels a tingle run down his spine. Not from a chill— the workers’ owned building had a good heating system— and definitely not because he's scared. There's nothing to be scared of here. It's like a sixth sense. A sibling sense. Something he feels whenever his twin is either in trouble or up to something that might put him in danger.
He sure does hope it's not either.
He dragged his body up, abruptly standing from sitting cross-legged on the floor, alarming Mandeok, who raised an eyebrow when seeing him suddenly stop playing games on his phone. A step. Another— and he's walking towards the room adjacent to this one. Like his senses were a compass, he was guided towards the door.
Not even knocking, he swung the door open. It creaked, nearly slamming against the wall at his entrance. Inside was Yoojin, sitting on the desk situated at the center of the room. He raised an eyebrow at his sudden intrusion. “... Yuseong?” he asked, looking up from the papers on his table.
Said person was scanning the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary, before sauntering towards the desk, stepping behind him in an alert stance, ready to fight come the time. He's prepared to protect, staying inside the room to keep guard over his brother. Yoojin thinks he must be feeling like something's about to happen, trusting his instincts.
A few awkward moments of silence passed, before Yoojin sighs, going back to reading through work-related documents. “I see,” he smiles, understanding what was going on. Of course he does. He's Yoojin, leader of the workers; naturally, he's quick at analyzing and understanding. He reaches for a cup of tea, barely taking a sip before–
— he burned his tongue. Spitting out his drink comedically.
Ah, so that must be the danger he was sensing.
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