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When Saeyoung Choi woke up from his slumber at his desk at around 22:54, he found himself covered in a knit blanket colored black, yellow, orange, and red. All his favorite colors.
He sat up and snuggled into the blanket. He remembered it being a Christmas present from his fiancee Jangmi Park - she knit it herself, he knew, she always did. She even made one for his twin brother Saeran, the colors inverted. “Because you’re different while being the same!” she’d said. Everyone was certain that Saeran would throw his away or destroy it during one of his outbursts, but instead he kept it in his room at the foot of his bed. Saeyoung made a mental note to check in on him one of these nights and see if he slept with it.
Once he was a little more awake, he stretched in his seat and stood up to move his slumber to his and Jangmi's shared bedroom. The lights in Saeran’s room were still on, the muffled sounds of Overwatch the only sound to be heard.
He smiled before slipping into the room next to Saeran’s, where Jangmi was knitting a sweater for Yoosung Kim's upcoming birthday. Her tongue was peeking through her lips as it always did when she was deep in concentration, her soft brown hair in a bun held by a scrunchie, her eyes focused.
Saeyoung covered his mouth to keep from squealing at how adorable his fiancee was.
Too bad a little bit came out.
Jangmi glanced up at him, face frozen.
She smiled up at him.
“Blep!”
He could no longer contain himself. He squealed and jumped onto the bed, smothering his fiancee in kisses.
She eventually returned the kisses once she’d maneuvered her project out of the way.
The night led to more than kissing, needless to say.
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Saeran cringed at the moans and giggles coming from the other side of the wall.
He grabbed his headset, plugged it in and turned it on.
“I’m on mic, Saeyoung and Jangmi are being gross,” he said into the mic.
“How so?” Yoosung asked from the other end.
Saeran narrowed his eyes at Yoosung’s character. Just HOW could someone his age be so goddamn INNOCENT?
“Doesn’t matter, let’s go kick some ass.”
“Right!”
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In the morning, the doorbell rang. Saeyoung and Jangmi groaned at having been woken up. They laid in their bed for a few minutes cuddling.
They stayed like that for another ten minutes. Just to be sure the person was gone.
They slowly left the bed together, slowly made their way down the hall from their bedroom, and slowly checked outside the building.
There was a package.
Saeyoung and Jangmi looked at each other for a moment, silently wondering what to do.
They nodded, having each made a decision. And since the two of them were notorious among the other RFA members for have a supposed “Psychic Connection”, they had the same thought.
Jangmi ran out to grab the package and bring it in while Saeyoung kept watch. She grabbed it and ran back with much swiftness.
They went to sit on the couch to study the package.
*To: Saeyoung Choi
*From: Unknown Sender
*Location: Cusco, Peru
“Is it the eighth already?” Saeyoung asked.
“I think so?” Jangmi said, her voice uncertain.
“Then we’re not opening this until we’re sure it’s the eighth.”
The couple took the box to their bedroom where their phones were. Their phone calendars said that it was indeed the 8th, and that the phones were not bugged.
Saeyoung still took the necessary precautions. He carried the box to his office, Jangmi following cautiously.
They set the box on the empty coffee table as carefully as they could.
Saeyoung took a boxcutter to the tape, slicing slowly from end to end and then setting the cutter down.
Jangmi used the tips of her fingernails to slowly pry the box open, Saeyoung keeping a close watch on her.
She opened the box.
Inside were some souvenirs from Peru. Photographs, a case of Inca Kola, jars of dirt from Machu Picchu, a handmade jaguar plushie, and a colorfully beaded necklace.
The couple oohed and ahhed at the souvenirs.
“I’ll take the necklace,” Jangmi said.
“I call dibs on the jars of dirt and the Inca Kola,” Saeyoung said.
“Saeran gets at least one jar of dirt as well as the jaguar plushie, plus a third of the soda.”
“Why a third?”
“One third for each of us, Saeyoungie. One third for each of us.”
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“...in other news, Prime Minister Chuwon Lee has recently returned from The Hague -”
The television switched off. Zen sighed as he flopped back on his sofa. He tried not to deal with politics. Too much bullshit.
Seriously, if he wanted to pay attention to stuff like this, he’d talk to Jumin.
It had actually been a while since then. How was he doing, anyway…?
And since when did he care?!
Zen sighed. Jumin Han had been absent from the RFA chatroom on a business trip in Monte Carlo. Saeyoung, Jangmi, and Saeran were more than a little convinced that he was there on vacation rather than a business trip. The proof they had compiled consisted of pictures of the casinos, the Monaco Grand Prix, and Saeyoung in very convincing Grace Kelly cosplay.
Seriously, if Mr. Trust Fund was going to go on vacation, he could at least bring something back for him...
Whoa, there he goes again. Zen was starting to get real tired of this.
He sighed and decided to grab a beer from the fridge.
Zen had been thinking about Jumin Han a lot more often than he'd care to admit. He wasn't sure why this was, but ever since last year's RFA Christmas party, things between the actor and the businessman were...different. He wasn't sure if the rest of the RFA could tell - hell, he wasn't even sure if Jumin could tell anything was different - but Zen could tell, and somehow it felt way too obvious.
It was honestly pretty terrifying.
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When Saeran finally woke up, it was almost noon. 11:27, to be precise.
He checked his phone. Of course, there was his usual good-morning message from Yoosung.
(8:36) Yoosung★: good morning saeran! i'm off to school! hope you slept well! (^o^)/
(11:29) saeran: i did. thank you.
He put his phone in his pocket and got out of bed.
When he reached the living room, regret filled him immediately.
He went back to his room, nauseated. His brother and future sister-in-law on the couch naked smothering each other in dirt was not something he wanted to see ever in his life.
Where the hell did they even get dirt anyway?
He decided to text Yoosung.
(11:43) saeran: i regret waking up
(11:44) Yoosung★: really? why?
(11:44) saeran: saeyoung and jangmi are naked on the couch covered in dirt.
(11:44) saeran: don't ask. i don't know either.
(11:45) Yoosung★: (O_O;) wow.
(11:46) saeran: yeah. half expected there to be a bong nearby.
(11:46) Yoosung★: lololol
(11:46) saeran: you're not in class are you?
(11:46) Yoosung★: T_T
(11:46) saeran: text back when you're done.
Saeran sighed and put his phone down, going over to the computer. He logged in, opened the browser he and Saeyoung designed for the household's personal use.
He went to his history and opened up the last tab he'd been on before he went to bed.
He turned on some music and set to work.
So far he had five names, his brother's and his own included. The names had been compiled over the course of a few months. Saeyoung had three names compiled. The twins wouldn't tell anyone what they were for. Not that anyone outside of Jangmi knew they existed, but Saeyoung told Jangmi everything. At least he bothered asking him for permission before telling her.
At quarter past noon, Saeran's phone rang.
He picked it up and checked the caller ID. He answered.
"What?"
"Hey Saeran!" Yoosung answered cheerfully. "I just got lunch! I decided to have some McDonald's. What about you? Have you eaten yet?"
"I'm pretty sure Saeyoung and Jangmi are still naked and covered in dirt, so I haven't gone back out yet," Saeran said tiredly.
"Oh, okay. But make sure you eat something, okay? It's important to eat healthy!"
"Yeah, yeah, I still have half a box of honey buddha chips and some bottles of water," Saeran said.
"Okay! But eat something extra-good for dinner to make up for it, okay?" Yoosung asked.
"Yeah, whatever," Saeran mumbled.
Yoosung laughed, causing a warm tingly feeling to course through Saeran's chest. "So what are you listening to right now?" he asked. He was always curious about every little thing Saeran did, and while it could be overwhelming at times, other times Saeran was okay with it.
"REO Speedwagon, Ridin’ The Storm Out," Saeran explained.
"Oh! It sounds really cool!" Yoosung said. He sounded like he genuinely meant it. "Oh, by the way! It's the first Wednesday of the month, so it's karaoke night. Make sure you remind Saeyoung and Jangmi, okay? N-not right now of course, when they have clothes on!"
"Yeah, dirt isn't exactly a substitute for pants," Saeran said drily. Yoosung laughed. There's that warm tingly feeling again.
"I should get going, my next class in in ten minutes," Yoosung said. "Talk to you later, and I'll see you this evening, okay?"
"Okay," Saeran said.
"Okay! Bye, Saeran!" Yoosung said cheerfully.
"Yeah, yeah, see ya." And with that, Saeran hung up his phone.
He decided to waste some time in the RFA chatroom. Zen and Jaehee were there already. Saeran wasn't familiar enough with them to do much, so he decided to get revenge on his brother and future sister-in-law for being naked on the couch covered in dirt. Seriously, why couldn't they do that in their room?
He grabbed the most air-filled bag of honey buddha chips he could find in the half-empty box. He didn't have anything in his room sharper than a ballpoint pen - not after the incident during Liberation Day last year.
So with nothing but a bag of honey buddha chips and a ballpoint pen, he set out to put his plan into motion.
He opened his door, scanning the hallway. Nothing. Perfect.
He silently walked up behind the couch, where Saeyoung and Jangmi were still naked, and also even dirtier than they had been nearly an hour earlier. They were staring at some photographs.
He lifted the chip bag and pen. Five...four...three...two...one...
POP!
"AAAAH!"
Saeran was grateful he'd decided to grab his phone. He took a photo of their deer-in-the-headlights expressions. The back of the couch covered anything unsightly - the perfect censorship bar. He smirked as he put it up in the RFA chatroom.
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Chat Name: Idiots
saeran: [idiots_437.jpg]
ZEN: wtf Saeran.
Jaehee: What is this?
saeran: Revenge.
ZEN: Why are they naked and covered in dirt...?
saeran: Beats me. They were like this when I first woke up an hour ago.
*707 has logged in*
*Jangmi has logged in*
707: Caught in the nude by my own brother. How could you.
Jangmi: My ears are still ringing...
Jaehee: What did he even do?
Jangmi: Jaehee, good afternoon!
707: He popped a bag of honey buddha chips!
707: IN OUR EARS!!!
707: I think I might be deaf...
Jangmi: Oh no! God Seven, can you hear me?
707: I can't hear you, Goddess Six!
Jangmi: Can you hear me now?!
707: What?!
Jangmi: How about now?!!
707: WHAT?!!!
*Jumin Han has logged in.*
Jumin Han: Saeyoung, I do not think typing is an ideal way to judge whether or not you're deaf.
saeran: Well, now that my brother is deaf, I can finally say whatever I want.
ZEN: Where the hell have YOU been, Mr. Trust-fund?
saeran: hell
Jumin Han: I've been on a business trip in Monte Carlo for the past three weeks and am currently on my way back.
Jumin Han: And does this look like "hell" to you, Saeran?
Jumin Han: [montecarlo9.jpg]
saeran: Yes.
saeran: shit fuck motherfucker ass tits
ZEN: That's not what I fucking meant Jerkmin.
ZEN: You've been MIA from the chat for three weeks.
*Yoosung★ has logged in.*
saeran: cocksucker bitch cunt
Yoosung★: What...?
saeran: Fuck.
Jumin Han: Zen, did you miss me?
Jangmi: Saeran! No swearing in front of the ickle Yoosung!
707: I STILL CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING!
Saeran: I wasn't trying to, I was talking about Saeyoung!
ZEN: Fuck you, asshole.
707: lol he wishes
Jangmi: God Seven! You can hear again!
707: Goddess Six, is that you?!
707: I never thought I'd hear your sweet voice again!
Yoosung★: What's going on here...?
Jaehee: I don't even know anymore, Yoosung.
*Jaehee has logged out.*
Jangmi: Hello, Yoosung~
Jangmi: Try scrolling up, see if that helps.
Yoosung★: Okay...
Jangmi: But Zen has a point Jumin, you never logged into the RFA chatroom once while you were gone.
Jangmi: And that's surprising since you're usually pretty good with keeping in touch, even during business trips.
Jangmi: Did something happen?
Jumin Han: Well, between meetings and being forcibly dragged to the casino right after, there was very little time for anything.
707: I KNEW it was the casino! Saeran, you owe me 50000 won!
saeran: I'll give you half of what's left of the box of honey buddha chips in my room if you'll cut that in half.
707: Make it three fourths.
saeran: Two thirds, final offer, deal or no deal.
707: Deal!
ZEN: So logging in for a few minutes once you got back to your hotel was too much for you?
Jumin Han: Clearly you've never been to a casino.
ZEN: That's not the point here asshole!
Yoosung★: I scrolled back up and I have so many regrets...
Yoosung★: I am so sorry Saeran.
saeran: Thank you for your condolences. Sorry you had to see that.
707: Wait, why are you apologizing to him?! That's our privacy he exploded a chip bag in!
Jangmi: Jumin, Zen has a point, that's not a very good excuse.
Jangmi: Perhaps you were exhausted, which I can understand
Jangmi: but couldn't you have given an excuse at some point?
Jangmi: And Saeyoung, we really should shower.
Jangmi: I want to see if Peruvian dirt is as exfoliating as I think it is.
707: Of course, my angel!
Jangmi: I'm very sorry you had to see that, Saeran.
saeran: Then do that in your bedroom next time.
saeran: For fuck's sake.
Jangmi: Saeran, no swearing in front of the ickle Yoosung or no ice cream tonight.
707: Ooh, breaking out the big guns...
saeran: ...
saeran: Sorry.
Jangmi: Good. Now Saeyoung and I will be in the shower. And when we come back, Jumin and Zen had better be kissing or else.
Jangmi: Bye everyone! See you all this evening!
*Jangmi has logged out.*
707: How did I get so lucky...?
707: Well!
707: My fiancee is waiting for me in the bath~
707: See you tonight!
707: Hope you smooch!
*707 has logged out*
saeran: ...
saeran: If Zen and Jumin do end up kissing, it better not be anywhere near me.
saeran: See you tonight.
Yoosung★: Okay! See you there, Saeran!
*saeran has logged out*
ZEN: I have to go.
Yoosung★: Okay! Goodbye Zen!
*ZEN has logged out.*
Yoosung★: I have to go too. I have anatomy in twenty minutes.
Yoosung★: Bye Jumin!
Jumin Han: Yoosung, wait.
Yoosung★: ?
Jumin Han: My flight has a layover in Dubai.
Jumin Han: Should I bring something back for everyone?
Yoosung★: Yes.
Yoosung★: And make it extra-awesome as an apology.
Yoosung★: Zen seemed very upset that you haven't kept in touch.
Yoosung★: He wasn't even in the chat at all last weekend!
Jumin Han: Really?
Jumin Han: Interesting.
Jumin Han: I will be back tomorrow Yoosung.
Jumin Han: Have fun in class.
*Jumin Han has logged out.*
Yoosung★: Have fun in class...
Yoosung★: That's an oxymoron...
*Yoosung★ has logged out*
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The hours came and went.
It was time.
Everyone that was not Jumin Han made it to the karaoke bar.
They went to their room and sat down.
“Lottery time!” Jangmi announced. “Who, oh who shall be first this time I wonder?”
“Let’s find out!” Saeyoung said, grabbing his lot.
Yoosung and Zen followed after, then Jaehee.
Jangmi had the only one left.
“Okay!” she said dramatically. “The first of us to go is…”
She tapped her phone. “…number 4! Number 4, who’s number 4?”
“Woo!” Yoosung cheered.
“There you have it,” Jaehee said.
“Alright, Yoosung!” Zen said. “What song’re you gonna sing?”
Yoosung thought for a moment. Then realization dawned on his face.
“Riding The Storm Out by Oreo Speedwagon!” he said cheerfully.
“It’s REO, not Oreo,” Saeran sighed.
“Isn’t that what I said?” Yoosung asked, confused.
Saeran sighed. “Close enough.”
Yoosung clenched his fists in victory and hopped up to the microphone.
The song started playing.
Yoosung hopped in place for a few minutes while the song led into the vocals.
“Ridin’ the storm out~ Waitin’ for the thaw out~ On a full moon night in the rocky mountain winter~”
Saeran leaned against the wall and lowered his eyes. Yoosung wasn’t a bad singer. His voice didn’t quite suit the song, however.
When Yoosung was done, his claps were among the cheers of the rest of the RFA-minus-Jumin Han.
“Way to go Yoosungie!” Jangmi said. “Okay, up next we have…number 5! Who’s number 5?”
“That’s me,” Zen said, giving a complimentary hair flip. “Prepare yourselves.”
“Selves: Braced!” Jangmi said. “Go, Zen!”
Jaehee heightened her focus and retrieved her phone, prepared to film Zen in action.
Zen picked out his song and began to sing.
“If I had a mind to~ I wouldn’t wanna think like you~ And if I had a time to~ I wouldn’t wanna talk to you~ I don’t care~ What you do~ I wouldn’t want to be like you~”
“Haha, he’s singing about Jumin!” Saeyoung laughed.
“Can’t deny the accuracy,” Jaehee said.
“Jaehee,” Jangmi said seriously. “You’ve been free from The Han for a month now. You can say it.”
“Oh, okay then. SING IT, ZENNY!”
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Saeyoung and Jangmi came back to the bunker, giggling. Saeran was just tired as crap.
He sighed and he unlocked the door for them. He decided to leave them as they were and head off to his room for the night.
Saeran took out his sketchbook and began to draw.
It was a sort of routine for him. He’d draw something relevant to what happened that day, write a few paragraphs giving more detail, and then take his medication before going to bed.
Saeran hated taking the medication. But he didn’t hate it near as much as he hated how he felt last time he avoided taking it.
He finished his drawing - a sketch of Yoosung singing, the lyrics to the song in English rolling around him.
He sighed and started scratching at his wrist. He had been drawing Yoosung a lot more often as of late - well, not as of late, per se. It’s been going on for a while. And it bugged him.
Whatever it meant, it could wait until the morning.
Saeran took his medications and went to bed.
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