romeo & remus
there were plenty of “bad habits” that romeo kim liked to indulge in; and almost none of them warranted a shred of remorse from him. though, this particular one did cause him to put a wet towel under the studio door...for good measure of course. but, when you he thought about it, there really was nothing for him to be hiding. it wasn’t like the feds were going to come busting down the doors any time soon (or in the future he hoped). maybe the action was just out of habit thanks to to not always being able to so freely do as he pleased-- among other things. either way, he was holed up in a studio that wasn’t exactly known to most, he liked to call it “poseidon’s palace”. he was pretty sure his brother found it cheesy as hell, but he didn’t care. hell, he’d had a blue neon sign commissioned saying exactly that. and right now it was beaming at him through a hazy fog of his own causing.
a demo track of something he’d been working on since december played over the speakers. it was great for him to make music with not only tko but with his brother and also their friends, it meant the world to him. but, after getting his first taste of doing something solo in 2017, he was definitely hungry for more. which surprised even him, seeing how he thought he’d never be up for it. but being the emotional creature that he was, it wasn’t possible for him to just write just because. so here he was wearing a hoodie that he was 98% sure belonged to will, with his usually perfectly coiffed hair a mess, and a freshly rolled backwood burning between his finger tips. thinking about it, he knew he actually had a few options to help the course of his evening pick up pace. quite a few if he was being honest-- not being a “kept” man held a lot of opportunities for a kim twin.
“why don’t you bring that fine ass on over here and smoke with me. --yes, i totally can call it fine. dude-- you look just like me. shut up and hurry.”
and yet, with all those opportunities, he still wound up calling remus.













