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Good Samaritan [Peniel & Kwangmin]

“N-not at all!” Kwangmin quickly protests, shaking his head slightly. Then again, considering the way he had acted just now, all annoyed, it was no wonder the other would feel this way. But also, it wasn’t Peniel’s fault that he didn’t know Kwangmin was a shaman. Now Kwangmin felt like the real jerk here. “If anything, you offered to help me – that’s not being a jerk at all,” he offers a small smile, guilt pricking slightly at his conscience.

He mirrors Peniel’s actions slightly, picking up his cup of hot chocolate as the older boy picks up his snack. He’s about to bring the cup to his lips when Peniel speaks again. Kinda relate? That could mean so many things and it was sending Kwangmin’s head spinning. Kinda relate as in Peniel often had people coming up to him thinking he’s a psycho? Kinda relate as in Peniel was also a shaman? No, that couldn’t be – then Peniel would’ve seen the spirit as well. Then… was he a mutant? Kwangmin quickly looks up upon realizing what the other is trying to hint, and he’s about to ask him what powers he had, but decides that that’s probably not the best choice, considering how the older boy seemed to be skirting around the topic. Peniel’s next words confirms Kwangmin’s thought process, and Kwangmin nods, leaning back in his seat as he sets the cup of hot chocolate down. Peniel was right – plus, Youngmin has always been nagging him about being more cautious about revealing his powers to others and about anti-mutants lurking around. Perhaps Kwangmin was just too excited to find another mutant, but he inwardly chided himself, nevertheless.

Kwangmin grins sheepishly, nodding in agreement as he digs into his chocolate croissant. “Yeah, you’re right.” He finds that it’s not so awkward with Peniel now, after clearing that misunderstanding. “So how long are you going to be in Sori,” this time genuinely asking, and not asking for the sake of alleviating any tension between them.

#c:peniel #p:goodsamaritan

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The Right Kind Of Wrong

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There’s a dull ache that he can’t really locate, spreading throughout his entire body as he walks slowly. The pain doesn’t bother him as much as it used to, but he still wished he had his brother here with him to heal him. Then again, if Youngmin were to learn about him getting beaten up by bullies, he would probably stir up some unnecessary trouble – something Kwangmin would rather avoid.

He’s counting down the days till this dumb exchange programme ends. So much for “making him more open to his peers”, Kwangmin couldn’t help but think that this school was an exact replica of the nightmare he had back in Sori. Then again, he probably would have been left alone if he had not tried to play hero. Perhaps it was because he could see himself in the boy who was constantly being picked on and never seemed to be able to escape the ring of bullies surrounding him, but Kwangmin felt the need to help the kid out, and he did. Except he himself wasn’t an expert in dealing with bullies, and so all he managed to do was to divert their attention to him.

Kwangmin flinches when he hears a voice behind him – there’s no one ahead of him, so surely that person’s calling out to him? His heart beats faster, thoughts running wild as he thinks of the bullies from earlier today. He tries to break into a sprint, but achieves something between limping and hopping. When the voice speaks again, it comes from beside him and Kwangmin nearly lets out a scream, but hastily covers his mouth with his hand when he realizes it’s just the boy from before. A sigh of relief escapes his lips as he calms down, lowering his hand and nodding his head shyly in response. Kwangmin doesn’t really know how to answer the other boy’s question, so he laughs awkwardly as an answer. He feels kind of bad because the boy seemed pretty friendly and outgoing while Kwangmin was… not. Kwangmin then belatedly realizes that he doesn’t know the other boy’s name, and seizes the opportunity to make small talk. “Sorry… Your name is?”

#c:ilhoon #p:therightkindofwrong

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He’s kind of relieved that the other hasn’t bolted in the other direction and left him in the dust. So when he hears Jaebum agree to his suggestion, he nearly lets out a sigh, the creases in his forehead smoothing out a little as his frown softens. The other’s next words triggers a sense of guilt in Kwangmin, and he feels really bad about this. After all, he had promised Jaebum a fun-filled trip and this was anything but. “I’m really sorry about this…” he falters, almost suggesting that they can go sight-seeing afterwards but figures that would be pretty weird. “And no, no – I don’t want you to disappear, not at all! I’m really sorry for acting all hostile just now – I just…” he pauses again, because if he were to continue, he might end up pouring out all his feelings to Jaebum and all about his suspicions about his brother and many other things the other boy would probably not want to listen to.

He falls in pace with Jaebum, opting to walk beside him rather than in front of him. It’s slightly awkward, considering what had just happened, but Kwangmin tries not to seem too uneasy. He kind of wants to start talking to break the tension, but he doesn’t really want to discuss anything until they are seated down. Starting some small talk about each other’s lives would be a bit strange as well if he would have to interrupt that with a rather touchy subject. So, he decides to make their journey short by leading the way to a café he remembers seeing on the way to the train station. Again, a sense of guilt pricks at his conscience as he remembers the list of nice food places he was planning to bring Jaebum to.

When they finally arrive, Kwangmin is quite relieved to see that it isn’t as crowded as it was just now. “Is this place okay with you? If you don’t like the food here, we could always go to somewhere else,” he asks, slapping himself because wow, why hadn’t he asked Jaebum what he wanted to eat? That’s it, he thinks to himself bitterly, Jaebum probably has a really shitty impression of me right now and we’re never going to be friends ever again. Kwangmin could already see it, one less username on his contacts list.

#c:jaebum #p:misunderstood

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Kwangmin scoffs as soon as he hears the excuse that his brother thinks justifies everything. For his own good? Keeping Kwangmin in the dark and getting involved in all these dangerous activities and getting his brother randomly attacked by his enemy who had mistaken Kwangmin for him was for Kwangmin’s own good? “For my own good or for your own good?” he asks, jaw tight and teeth clenched.

He feels awful. Youngmin has always protected Kwangmin, be it from bullies at school, or punishments by their parents back when they were kids. But now it felt like the brother he had known since the day he was born was his enemy. He wasn’t even sure if he could trust him now.

The mention of the Brotherhood sets off blaring alarms in his head, and Kwangmin feels as if the whole world had turned upside down with him in it. He does remember his uncle being involved with that organization, and vaguely remembers what they did. But his uncle never really opened up to him, especially since he was weaker than Youngmin and couldn’t keep up with training. But what makes his throat constrict and heart beat faster is the conversation he had overheard just now on the streets. About the Brotherhood and the gang of anti-mutants who had been brutally murdered. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth, and all Kwangmin can do is shake his head in disbelief. He snatches his hands away from Youngmin as his brother reaches for them, only able to imagine the amount of blood that has stained the very fingers that were about to touch him.

Kwangmin felt sick.

“I…” words don’t really form, he doesn’t really know what to say. “Is it because of that thing?” he asks slowly, heart palpitating because they’ve never really talked about the murder of their parents since it had happened. Sometimes, Kwangmin would feel a sharp pain where he had been shot nearly ten years ago, and as much as he hated the people who had snatched his parents away from him and Youngmin, he would never approve of what his brother was doing. “They wouldn’t have wanted you to do this… You know that, right?”

#c:youngmin #p:thickerthanblood

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Good Samaritan [Peniel & Kwangmin]

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Kwangmin nods slightly, a bit taken aback by the questions thrown at him all at once. Then again, it was pretty understandable. It wasn’t everyday that someone would come up to you and tell you they could see spirits, right? “Yeah, I have the ability to see spirits and talk to them as well,” he explains, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He’s never really talked about his mutation extensively, and he didn’t really know what had possessed him to spill the beans. For all he knew, the other could be an anti-mutant behind that really nice and polite façade, and Kwangmin would find himself bleeding to death in an alley not too far from this café.

He doesn’t really understand what Peniel is asking at first, and blinks blankly at the other for awhile before it finally clicks. “Abilities? Like…” he looks around before leaning in slightly, “like a mutant?” He’s cautious, only because he’s heard many warnings from his brother about anti-mutants and such. He doesn’t really even need a warning, actually, considering the fact that he has been a victim of anti-mutant activity before. Kwangmin figures that it was pretty much a given that he was a mutant, and didn’t really see a point in trying to hide anything. Besides, he had already made his mind up about telling Peniel, so this was a point of no return. “Yeah, I am.”

The idea of asking Peniel if he, too, was a mutant briefly flashes in his head, but Kwangmin catches the other’s stutter, and figures that this conversation might be getting a little uncomfortable for the older boy. He nods in response to what Peniel had said, before flashing him a sheepish grin. “Sorry about that – I just wanted to explain myself. We can talk about other things, no problem.”

#c:peniel #p:goodsamaritan

mishaps at work;

As he watched the numbers on the small screen in the lift increase, all Kwangmin could do was to sigh, leaning back against the metallic wall. Three hours into this internship and he was already feeling exhausted. The formal attire that he had to wear was something he hasn’t gotten used to, especially since t-shirt and jeans was what he wore everyday to the childcare center. It also didn’t help that he had found himself a rather rowdy spirit. Or rather, the spirit had found him.

It had started off small, really. Little pranks here and there, occasionally tugging on his hair, tripping him sometimes. But when the spirit started to mess with his work, Kwangmin began to go bonkers. He really needed to perform well, because there was no other way he’d be able to get into a company as big as this one through standard interviews and tests. Especially not with his academic qualifications. So, seeing as how the spirit was no where to be found now made Kwangmin beyond relieved, but slightly suspicious. There was a soft “ding” before the doors of the lift slid open, and Kwangmin hurriedly stepped out. He was already five minutes late for the meeting with the new interns, no thanks to the spirit. But what left him even more exasperated was when he belatedly realized that he was on the wrong floor. Coming to an abrupt halt as he was running, Kwangmin scanned his unfamiliar surroundings. A glance back at the lift told him that he was on the highest level on the building, and without hesitation, he sprinted back to the lift as the doors started to slide close. However, the shaman could only blame it on his lack of athletic abilities as he watched the doors meet with a resounding “clang”, and the number at the side of the doors showed that the lift was going all the way back down.

Great. Just great.

#c:kyuhyun #p:mishapsatwork

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Kwangmin almost immediately regrets bringing the topic up when he sees the look on Youngmin’s face. He’s never liked making his brother upset or angry, and he’s extremely tempted to burst out laughing and tell Youngmin that it was all a joke, that he should’ve seen his face. Yet, Kwangmin remained silent, waiting patiently for Youngmin to reply. Seeing his twin mildly distressed sent a wave of disappointment washing over him. Kwangmin had been desperately clinging onto the small hope that Jaebum might have been lying, and Youngmin was like how he has always known him to be – definitely not an assassin. True, his brother was slightly short-tempered and could be cold sometimes, but that doesn’t necessarily make him a… The same feeling he got when he was at the train station was coming back to him again. He felt like he was being torn from the inside, and the four walls of the apartment were closing in on them and asphyxiating him.

“What do you mean ‘what did he tell you’? I think you know full well what he told me, unless you think you can still hide anything else from me,” he looks straight into his brother’s eyes, hands clenching the edge of the coffee table as he wills himself not to back down, not to look away. He might have let Youngmin off the hook earlier, but this was different. “So is that why you’ve been coming back with wounds and bruises so often? Is what Jaebum said true? Are you really a…” Kwangmin trails off – he can’t say the word, he just can’t. He curses himself for letting his voice tremble, for letting himself appear weak in front of Youngmin. He’s pretty sure tears are welling up in his eyes now, and all he really wants to do is run away from everything. But at the same time, there were so many questions that Kwangmin was dying to ask. Why was Youngmin doing this? When did he start doing this? What could he possibly gain from doing this?

“I’ve had enough of you keeping me in the dark and telling me lies, Youngmin,” his brother’s name rolls off his tongue strangely, considering how he rarely ever calls Youngmin by name. “I want you to tell me the truth.”

#c:kwangmin #p:thickerthanblood #[ this whole thing is basically just Kwang's inner turmoil #better than three flashbacks tho ]

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oddest of revelations | {past}

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Myungsoo’s words spark a small tinge of envy in Kwangmin. How wonderful it must be to be able to travel with your parents. Memories of past visits to other cities with his parents and brother starting coming back to him, flashing in his mind like cards caught in the wind. But before he could get too sentimental, Kwangmin shook his head and shot the other boy a small smile, a meagre attempt at hiding what he was feeling. “Really? Ah, I’m really sorry about this,” he chews softly at his lower lip, feeling slightly guilty because he was probably ruining Myungsoo’s vacation and interrupting his exploring of the city.

They finally reach the store, and Kwangmin sends a soft greeting the shop owner’s way, bowing slightly as both of them enter. He glances at the clock behind the store counter quickly – it’s barely five, which means he probably has some time before Myungsoo has to leave, that is, if he’s even willing to spend the rest of his time with Kwangmin. The store isn’t very big, so finding the aisle with the various candies was no hard feat. Kwangmin glanced around the store, waiting for Myungsoo to choose his lollipop. It was kind of weird – the store seemed so… empty. Everywhere did, actually. Not seeing any spirits around was pretty strange, but he was very sure he could and would get used to it.

The question takes him aback, and Kwangmin visibly flinches. Should he tell the truth? What if he does and the other boy starts to think that he’s mentally unsound and runs away from him? Like all the other kids at school? Kwangmin’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to find the right words to say. He’s pretty sure he looks like a fish right now, but that doesn’t really matter because before he can stop himself, he blurts out, “I was running away from ghosts.”

#c:myungsoo #p:oddestofrevelations

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Kwangmin could literally see the knowledge dawn on Jaebum, and it gave him a small sense of satisfaction to prove someone wrong. Although, he couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped his lips when the other boy drew back because wow – the whole twin thing seemed like a pretty convenient excuse, even to him. He was rather surprised that Jaebum wasn’t calling him a liar or anything and seemed to be taking his word for it.

Only managing a weak nod, Kwangmin cleared his throat. He was going to accept the other’s apology and say that it was okay, all is forgiven, but there was a small grudge that has nestled deep in his chest, preventing the words from forming. Was it really okay for someone to just attack him like that in public? Granted Jaebum had mistaken him for Youngmin, but what frustrated him to no end was that he had no clue what his brother had been up to to have made an enemy like that. What in the world was his twin doing and why didn’t he have the slightest clue? His eyes narrowed slightly, not really appreciating Jaebum’s joke at the current moment, especially not with his dampened mood. But then again, the other boy really wasn’t to blame – Kwangmin was taking his frustration out on the wrong person. So he sighs, this time with a hint of resignation, and shakes his head. “I thought my relationship with my brother was good… but apparently not because I just found out that he might very well be an assassin and hiding that fact from me.” Then, he thinks of something really crazy – what if this was all a test? After all, he’s known his brother for all his life but the boy before him? He’s only known him for a few minutes in real life, despite all the other times they’ve talked to each other like best friends online. Was he really going to trust Jaebum at the expense of his relationship with Youngmin? Kwangmin really feels like screaming, or perhaps jumping down onto the train tracks and getting run over.

It’s the disappointed mutter among the dwindling crowd that snaps him back to his senses. He had almost forgotten that he and Jaebum had actually made a spectacle of themselves. “Why don’t we go to a place that’s not so… noisy? I really hope you don’t mind but I kind of have a lot of questions for you right now,” Kwangmin smiles, but it’s a weak smile, hoping Jaebum isn’t going to just hop onto the next train home and leave him here clueless and frustrated.

#c:jaebum #p:misunderstood

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Good Samaritan [Peniel & Kwangmin]

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Having his suggestion taken seriously made Kwangmin pretty happy. He didn’t have many friends whom he could converse with like that, and any words to the kids at work always fell on deaf ears. It felt nice having someone to listen to him once in a while. Kwangmin was about to offer to bring Peniel to the night market the next time he came, but bit his lip to refrain from doing so. Who knows if they would be friends or anything close to that after all this? Plus, while the tension between them might have been gone, that didn’t exactly guarantee that the other would be comfortable enough around Kwangmin for a “next time”.

“Oh, it’s fine – I don’t mind at all,” Kwangmin smiles, reassuring the other boy. As Peniel left him to find a seat, Kwangmin’s mind began to wander. Should he bring up the whole talking to himself thing or should he leave it as it is? The older boy seemed to have forgotten about it, and Kwangmin didn’t really want to ruin this nice atmosphere by reminding the other that he could be mentally unsound. Then again, he felt like he should at least give trying to explain himself a shot, especially since Peniel seemed like a pretty understanding guy. Kwangmin was soon snapped out of his little daydream as he reached the front of queue. The lady manning the counter seemed pretty irritated, especially since Kwangmin’s brief stupor had managed to hold up the long queue. The shaman could only smile sheepishly, hastily placing his order.

Carefully weaving his way through the people standing around the counter waiting for their food to be ready, Kwangmin began to look for Peniel, cautious about not bumping into anyone or upsetting the tray in his hands. He soon found the other boy seated at a table at the corner, and made his way there. “Sorry it took a little long – I think the office crowd is starting to come in,” Kwangmin says, setting the tray in the middle of the table before taking a seat.

It’s only when he’s taken a sip of his hot chocolate and about to dig into his strawberry shortcake did he pipe up and break the silence. It was now or never. “So about just now – I really want to apologize if I came off as rude or anything. It’s just…” he trailed off, not really knowing how to phrase this properly. “When I try to explain myself, people usually don’t believe me or think I’m crazy, but I’m actually a shaman. I see spirits and I was talking to one just now. You probably can’t see them which is why I would’ve seemed like a madman talking to myself just now.” Kwangmin belatedly realizes that he’s out of breath, and pokes at his cake to avoid looking into the other’s eyes, pretty convinced that he was going to burst out laughing and call him a psycho or something.

#c:peniel #p:goodsamaritan

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Kwangmin raises a brow at his brother’s reply, the twisted expression on his twin’s face not going unnoticed by him. To be honest, the “edible” thing had been a joke, and it seems that the plight of his soon-to-be meal was one as well. Frowning, he walks towards where his brother was, albeit warily. There was no burning smell so it couldn’t be that bad, he tries to assure himself. He stares at Youngmin in bewilderment. Avoid the rice? Kwangmin is deadly religious about rice as his main staple – a meal without a bowl of rice isn’t a meal. But at this point in time, there’s nothing much he can really do. “I guess we’ll be having porridge tonight – the rice isn’t exactly inedible,” he says, but there’s a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

He picks up two bowls from the dish rack, briefly rinsing them because he wasn’t entirely sure that they were clean. Kwangmin’s not really up for helping his brother out – especially after he had ruined the most important part of dinner. But hey, beggars can’t be choosers and Kwangmin really should’ve known better when Youngmin had offered to cook in the first place. Kwangmin sets the two bowls filled with porridge on the table, laying the utensils out neatly as well before taking a seat on the couch. “Okay with what? Dinner? I’m really not,” he jokes, his words holding no bite to them. “But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?” Kwangmin grins, taking a bite of the piece of chicken. It wasn’t… that bad.

The twins soon fall into a comfortable silence, barely speaking as they try to get past this dinner in peace. Kwangmin finds that it’s a huge mistake because silence allows his mind to wander, and his wandering mind immediately shatters whatever warm and lovely sibling moment they were having. The thought has been nagging him at the back of his mind for days – he tends to forget it when he gets busy, but it always comes back. How could it not? If there was a way to get rid of the memory of learning that his brother was very likely an assassin, then Kwangmin was all ears. But there wasn’t, and so he’s stuck in this predicament. Asking Youngmin about it would be opening welcoming arms to another fight, but leaving it as it is would be inviting countless of sleepless nights and spacing out. “Say… do you know of an Im Jaebum? Just asking. Kind of rowdy, blonde hair, about a year older than us?”

#c:youngmin #p:thickerthanblood

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Good Samaritan [Peniel & Kwangmin]

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The atmosphere between the two seemed to be becoming remarkably lighter, much to Kwangmin’s relief. He’s starting to get an idea as to why the other had slightly grated on his nerves at first. Two people who were pretty much socially inept, meeting each other for the first time? Not very ideal. This caused Kwangmin to briefly wonder if he had gotten on the older boy’s nerves as well. Hopefully not – or even so, hopefully Peniel’s impression of him has changed?

Kwangmin felt a small wave of embarrassment wash over him when he realized that Peniel wasn’t from Sori. A visitor knew more about his hometown than he did! That was slightly humiliating. Ask the young shaman what nice cafes there are in Sori and you can expect a puzzled look. Granted, Kwangmin never cooked at home and often ate out (given his brother’s lack of ability to cook and his own laziness), he has never had the luxury to visit cafes, or take note of the best ones in town. His daily meals usually consisted of ready-made food bought from convenience stores and on happier days, he’d splurge at the nearby night market. “Is that so? I’ve been living here all my life and I had no idea that we had good food places,” Kwangmin smiled sheepishly. “Although the night markets do have really affordable and good food! You should visit them one day.”

The thought of caffeine sounds incredibly tempting, especially after a long day of work, but the headache that Kwangmin is sure will follow afterwards? Maybe not. The mutant has never been able to drink coffee, which he finds a real pity because a booster like caffeine would be really useful, given his job. “Ah, I can’t take coffee – it always gives me a headache,” he finds himself flashing another sheepish smile at the other boy. “I think I will take a hot chocolate and… yeah, a chocolate croissant sounds good.”

Kwangmin looks around the cafe before he faces Peniel again. “Why don’t I help us buy the food while you look for a table?” he offers, “what would you like to have?”

#c:peniel #p:goodsamaritan

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This was getting out of hand. Kwangmin has half the mind to run away, especially since the other is evidently an experienced fighter and Kwangmin was… well, not. Granted he has taken a few lessons from his uncle, but he has enough sense to tell him that that wouldn’t be enough to take down the boy standing in front of him. But there must be a reason why Jaebum is acting this way – he seems so sure that Kwangmin is who he think he is, and the latter has a sneaky feeling he knows what’s going on.

He flinches a bit as he sees Jaebum reach a hand out towards him, not expecting the flick on the forehead at all. Not wanting to seem like too much of a pushover, he swats the other’s hand away, a frown on his face. Kwangmin is trying to look as serious as his late father, as menacing as his late uncle, and as tough as his older twin brother. But he knows that the amount of malice behind that frown of his is barely enough to scare a kitten away. The nudge gets on his nerves, and he swats that arm away from him too – what, you flip a person over your shoulder and then you act all buddy-buddy with him?

“Like I said, I have no idea what you are talking about. I’m 500% sure that you’ve gotten the wrong person – I’ve never seen you before in my life,” Kwangmin is exasperated and out of breath, heart rate rising to dangerous levels – out of anger or out of fear, he wasn’t so sure.

Assassin? Wow, okay – if Kwangmin’s brows could go up any further, they would be off his face. He’s definitely not an assassin and is starting to wonder if the person before him has gone bonkers. Do assassins even exist? Weren’t they just comic book characters and whatnot? The circle of people starting to surround them doesn’t go unnoticed by Kwangmin. In fact, it made him even more flustered, ears turning a deep shade of red. The young shaman scanned the crowd, searching for a gap in the sea of people through which he might be able to make a quick escape, that is, until Jaebum’s words catches his attention. Red hair? Now, Kwangmin has never had red hair, but he is pretty sure he knows of someone who does, and looks like him on top of it all.

Everything made sense now.

“I can assure you that I don’t have split personality disorder, and I can also assure you that you have gotten the wrong person. The person you met the last time wasn’t me – it was my twin brother.”

#c:jaebum #p:misunderstood

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When Jaebum turned around, Kwangmin couldn’t help but feel sort of amused that he looks exactly like how he’s always imagined him to look like. However, there was something wrong with the atmosphere, and the smirk on Jaebum’s face. Call it sixth sense or whatever (must have been from hanging out with spirits so much), but Kwangmin knew that something was wrong. However, he didn’t have the time nor the reflexes to react before he felt himself lifted off the ground and tossed over the other’s shoulders. The experience was frankly horrifying, and Kwangmin squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the impact that never came.

“W-what?” he stuttered, slowly opening his eyes, only to find himself in a very… awkward position. Immediately, Kwangmin scrambled to push himself away from Jaebum. He put in all his effort to push at the older boy’s chest, and ended up with his back hitting the ground rather painfully.

Kwangmin was so confused. Mr Hot-Tempered-Assassin? Alter ego? He would be lying if he said that Jaebum’s words didn’t hurt him one bit, but this wasn’t the time to get all sensitive. The person whom he has talked to for the longest time, albeit through the internet and without knowing his face, has just attacked him! That’s probably why they are so active in promoting cybersafety, Kwangmin muses.

“L-look,” Kwangmin starts, wincing slightly as he pushes himself off the ground and out of such a vulnerable position, “I’m pretty sure you’ve got the wrong person here… and maybe I did, too. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

#c:jaebum #p:misunderstood #hahaha it's great but i feel so sorry for my kwang ;n;

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Kwangmin’s lips twitch up into a triumphant smirk as he sees the slight discomfort on his brother’s face. He guesses that his brother’s pain threshold is probably really high, and it’s also probably because of whatever “job” he has. Rubbing Youngmin’s wound with excessive strength is probably like a mosquito bite to him.

The rolling of eyes doesn’t go by unnoticed by Kwangmin and it ticks him off a bit but he doesn’t really do anything about it. He briefly wonders if this is the worst wound Youngmin has ever gotten, and starts to freak out a bit because he’s not sure what he’d do if his brother were to come back with a bullet wedged into his flesh one day.

The teasing only deepens Kwangmin’s frown, and makes him decide that if Youngmin doescome back with a gunshot wound, he’ll let him bleed to death – but not on the carpet. Maybe outside their apartment. “Sure you do,” he finally says.

The compliment takes Kwangmin by surprise, and he just knows from that stupid smile that his twin was up to something. He groans as Youngmin calls dibs on taking a shower first, but can’t help but laugh as he watches his brother make his way to the bathroom. Technically, if he wanted to, Kwangmin could totally overtake Youngmin at the speed he was going at. But since he was the nicer out of the two, he’ll act the role.

Considering that their TV has been broken for the past four months, Kwangmin doesn’t really have anything to do as he waits for Youngmin to finish his bath. So his mind starts to wonder again, to all the issues that he can’t help but think about – the murder today, The Brotherhood, his brother… A soft thud snaps him out of his thoughts, and as he looks at the towel on the couch and his brother, arm still outstretched from throwing it, he rolls his eyes and scoffs.

Kwangmin’s shower is fast since he doesn’t really want to waste time bathing, seeing as how Youngmin will probably leave way before he wakes up tomorrow morning. As he steps out of the shower, smelling fresh and clean, he makes his way to the kitchen, slightly worried about what his brother has done. “Hey, dinner is going to beedible, right?”

#c:youngmin #p:thickerthanblood

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