A Double Trouble

When Min-jun unexpectedly appeared and took Seung-joon's arm, leading him into a nearby classroom, Seung-joon felt his heart skip a beat. The sight of Min-jun's lively eyes brought a rush of warmth and happiness that Seung-joon had been missing all weekend. He had missed Min-jun's company dearly and had spent the weekend feeling bored and listless without him. 

Feeling restless and unoccupied, Seung-joon found himself shadowing the twins, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Like a playful kitten eager for attention, he seized every opportunity to disrupt their activities, his antics a whirlwind of energy that drove the twins to the brink of frustration. Whether it was a well-timed shout or a sudden leap into their game, Seung-joon reveled in the chaos he created, his laughter ringing out like a joyful melody amidst their exasperated protests.

"Joon-ah, get out of the bathroom, please! I really need to pee!" Tae-min called out, his voice rising in urgency as he tried to push Seung-joon out of the bathroom.

In a moment of playful desperation, Tae-min scooped him up like a sack of potatoes and deposited him onto the bed with a thud. Meanwhile, Tae-jon swiftly pinned Seung-joon down, laughing as Tae-min dashed to the bathroom. In the midst of the chaos, Tae-jon leaned in to plant teasing kisses on Seung-joon's cheeks, and they brawled playfully for several minutes, the room filled with laughter and lighthearted shouts.

"Okay… okay! Let me go! I promise I'll stop bothering you guys!" Seung-joon exclaimed, pushing against Tae-jon with all his strength. Despite his best efforts, Tae-jon's playful determination prevailed, and he pressed a quick kiss on Seung-joon's cheek, eliciting a dramatic groan from his brother.

"Ergh… Hyung…" Seung-joon grumbled, finally managing to wriggle free from Tae-jon's grasp. He sat up on the bed, rubbing his cheek with a disgusted expression. Tae-jon watched him with narrowed eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, clearly enjoying the banter between them.

"Why? Don't you like me kissing you? Do you have someone else to kiss you now?" Tae-jon teased, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Seung-joon felt his heart race at the question, a flutter of anxiety bubbling in his chest. 'Oh, no,' he thought, but he tried to sound unfazed outwardly.

"I'm not delusional like you guys," he replied, attempting to keep his tone light.

"Kissing someone has nothing to do with delusions," Tae-jon shot back, locking Seung-joon's arms in a tight hug and planting another quick kiss on his cheek.

"Argh… Hyung… I'm not five anymore!" Seung-joon protested, squirming in Tae-jon's embrace, a mix of irritation and amusement in his voice.

"Yes, I can see that," Tae-jon said, finally releasing him, a serious look on his face.

Seung-joon knew he was in trouble now, caught in a playful banter he couldn't easily escape. Sensing his opportunity, he slipped out of the room, calling over his shoulder, "I don't think so!"

After returning to his room and locking the door behind him, Seung-joon's eyes immediately fell on his phone, which was lying on the bed. He picked it up, scrolling through his gallery aimlessly until one photo made him stop—a picture of Min-jun sitting by the beach, looking directly at the camera. The soft sunlight highlighted Min-jun's features, and Seung-joon found himself captivated by the warm glow of his brown eyes-- so full of life and sincerity.

He lingered on the photo, his heart swelling with a quiet appreciation. There was something so pure, so untainted about Min-jun's expression as if the world hadn't yet managed to dim his light. Seung-joon silently thanked the club president for capturing such a perfect moment, one that seemed to reflect Min-jun's inner innocence so effortlessly.

'Han-ah,' Seung-joon thought, a gentle fondness spreading through him. 'How did you manage to stay so innocent through all these years?' He smiled to himself, the answer already forming in his mind. 'I guess Chang-min hyung must have looked after you a lot.'

Seung-joon's mind was tangled with thoughts of Chang-min's strange behavior around Min-jun. He replayed countless moments in his head, trying to decipher the emotions he had often glimpsed in Chang-min's eyes whenever he looked at Min-jun. At first, Seung-joon had mistaken it for the gaze of a passionate lover—intense, almost possessive, like someone whose feelings were too strong to hide. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized it wasn't that.

It was far deeper. Chang-min's gaze held the kind of warmth a parent would have for their child—gentle, caring, and protective. There was a quiet devotion in his eyes, one that Seung-joon had noticed in the smallest of gestures. Chang-min always went above and beyond to make sure Min-jun was happy, often sacrificing his own comfort without a second thought. Whether it was fetching something for Min-jun, lightening his load, or simply making sure he wasn't troubled, Chang-min always seemed to be there, quietly watching over him like a guardian.

'Han-ah,' Seung-joon thought, a soft smile playing on his lips. 'I'll try to follow Chang-min hyung's example. I know he always keeps you happy.' There was comfort in that thought, a sense of resolve settling in Seungjoon's heart. If Chang-min could protect Min-jun so fiercely, then perhaps Seung-joon could do the same in his own way.

All these thoughts raced through Seung-joon's mind as he followed Min-jun into the quiet classroom. The soft click of the door closing behind them seemed to echo in the small space, and before Seung-joon could gather himself, Min-jun placed his hands firmly on Seung-joon's shoulders, his eyes locking onto Seung-joon's with an intensity that made his heart race.

"Joon-ah, what's your relationship with the Hwang twins?" Min-jun asked, his voice nervous and his gaze searching.

Seung-joon stood frozen, momentarily captivated by the handsome face before him. His eyes traced every familiar feature as if he were seeing Min-jun anew. The question hung between them, but for a moment, Seung-joon could only take it all in—Min-jun's closeness, his eyes that seemed to hold both concern and curiosity.

"They're my brothers, Hyung," Seung-joon finally replied, his voice quiet.

Min-jun blinked, confusion clouding his expression. "But… your surname is Kim."

Seung-joon hesitated, unsure of how Min-jun would react. "I'm adopted," he said softly, watching Min-jun's face closely, wondering if this revelation would change anything between them.

Before Min-jun could respond, the door burst open, and the twins stormed into the room, their sudden arrival shattering the moment. Seungjoon's heart sank for the first time, a heavy feeling settling in his chest as Tae-jon grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the room. Seung-joon barely had a chance to look back, but when he did, he saw Min-jun standing there, frozen, his face pale with shock and disbelief.

'Han-ah... I'm sorry.'