A/N: This first chapter is very short, and I apologise. I hope you enjoy. ^^
It was a winter day, quickly nearing nightfall. Saeyoung sat on one of the large living room couches, one arm rested on the end it's armrest.
Saeran sat on the smaller couch on the other end of the coffee table. A bowl of ice cream was sitting between the pale fingers of one hand, a spoon in the other. His hand was closed tightly around it. He ignored Saeyoung without sparing him a glance, having only sought after the delicious dessert when he came downstairs. The younger twin rarely left his room, preferring to keep the door locked and enjoy the silence.
Saeyoung tilted his head slightly, shifting his golden eyes to focus on his twin. "Hey, Saeran! You owe me a hug since I bought you a tub of icecream~" he cheered, grinning, a slight mischevious twinkle in his eyes.
"I don't 'owe' you anything." The younger of the two spoke bluntly, shooting a glare at Saeyoung. "I don't want to hug you, ever, idiot. Gross." He shuddered to give his words a more dramatic effect, putting emphasis on 'ever.' He shoveled a spoonful of the ice cream into his mouth.
Saeyoung frowned in response, lightly pouting. "That's mean...I've hugged you many times before–"
"And I hated it. I told you to get off of me, but you never listen." Saeran snapped, cutting him off.
"What about when we were kids–"
"That was in the past." He hissed, glaring directly at Saeyoung before eating another spoonful of his icecream. "I'm different now. I do not like you. At all."
The elder twin glanced down at his hands, of which were resting on his lap. He looked past them, at his feet and at the surrounding floor. "I'm sorry that you feel that way." He said in a soft tone of voice, his vermillion bangs covering his eyes. Saeran's words stung, more so than they usually did.
'Probably because you know it's true.' he thought, a pitiful expression on his face. His eyes shined with unshed tears.
"Are you about to cry? How pathetic." Saeran insulted, rolling his eyes. "If you can't take a few words, how do you expect to ever be useful? Do you want to stay useless?" He asked rhetorically, shaking his head and sighing. He continued eating his icecream.
"I'm not..." He denied, shaking his head lightly. "I'm fine..." His red bangs moved slightly as his head shook back and forth. His hands slightly gripped his jeans as he bit his lip so he wouldn't make an accidental sound.
"Oh? Alright then, whatever you say, 'dearest' brother." He said, a large amount of sarcasm behind what he said.
Saeyoung sighed, keeping his head down, his eyes glued to the floor as he stood up. He didn't say another word, shuffling towards the door. He was honestly hurt, not faking it as he sometimes did for dramatic effect. He wondered if Saeran could even tell the difference, and if he did, if he cared.
It was obvious that he didn't. Otherwise he'd show some remorse, or put effort into an apology. Instead, however, he mocked him.
"I'm going out," was the next and final words that left Saeyoung's lips, before his brown shoes made a move towards the door.
Saeran, once more, didn't look up at him again, his attention on the icecream in front of him, rather than Saeyoung's emotional state. He hardly noticed the change in his elder twin's mood, not giving it a second thought.
Saeyoung raised his hand up to the door's knob, slowly curling his fingers around it and pulling it open. The cold air instantly made contact with his face, leaving him gasping for air momentarily due to the sudden rush of chill wind. He pulled on his jacket, zipping it up in one smooth movement before pulling his hood over his head and closing the door. It clicked shut and he fished his keys from his front pocket. He locked the door, like he'd done hundreds of times before, and took a step forward into the night.