Curfew

"I swear to god, this city is so damn confusing. I got lost in the morning like three fucking times," Yuan complained, slamming the glass, lightly though because his brother would kill him for breaking glassware.

Zeng narrowed his eyes then looked at Yul accusingly. "You didn't drop him off at his workplace?"

The officer raised his hands to block the accusation. "He insisted on going alone, okay? Not my fault."

Zeng's attention was now back on Yuan, the raised brow demanding an answer.

"Your boyfriend rides a motorcycle," the younger Xiao reasoned.

"And?" Yul challenged since his motorbike was dragged into the conversation.

"It's dangerous!" Both the Xiao brothers said in unison as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

Yul rolled his eyes. They were siblings in the true sense, same words, same thoughts, yet so different.