Author's Note: This is Junho's story. It takes place at the same time as Junsu's. He's not in his brother's story, but Junsu is in his in the middle to ending. You'll get your insane twins towards the end so be patient. And as usual, COMMENT!

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Junho stared out the window of his fifth story flat in Paris, France. He hated being here when his brother was suffering. He didn't need to be in the same room or country even to know what Junsu was feeling. His heart ached and that told him that his twin wasn't holding up well.

He had planned his trip to France months in advance. Every few years he came back to brush up on his pastier skills. Sometimes he found new things he wanted try. Other times he just did it to network, but every time he came away with something.

This time he had left Korea with a new family. He and his brother had become friends with the members of F4. It had been purely by chance because the woman who they had both befriended just happened to be the wife of Song Woo Bin. Through her, they had stepped into the life of luxury and friendship simply by refusing to leave. Junsu was more of a pest than he was. He simply followed to keep his brother in line, but most of the time it ended in them arguing.

Since the night of Song Construction's party, they had been firmly cemented in the family. It had bolstered the life of their bakery. People came from all over to sample their breads and pastries. Junho had had to quit working with Hoon to keep up with all the orders coming in. Even Junsu split his time between Dragon Café and the bakery to help keep things in line.

But things had gone terribly wrong right before he had left. They had been working on a tough day. Over a hundred orders had come in and he was behind on every one. Junsu had started waiting tables out in the lobby. He had the easy job because some people were just there to drink coffee or tea or whatever and eat pastries.

They were just starting to get caught up with the orders when a man came in for his wife's birthday cake. His family was waiting outside for him in the cool autumn weather and his children were playing on the sidewalk. He was so excited because they were going to his in-laws for a small birthday get together.

Junsu suddenly bolted out the door, surprising everyone. Not even a second later, they heard a horrible crash and a scream. The bakery cleared out immediately as everyone went out to see what had happened. Junsu was sitting in the crosswalk with a little girl draped over his lap, blood pooling his around his knees. The girl's mother sat beside him holding her hand as Junsu pressed his apron to her head to stop the bleeding. But there was too much blood. The man who had come in for the birthday cake was her father. He and his wife were beside her as she let out her last breath.

Something inside Junsu had shattered as that little girl died in his arms. He had gone into the back of the bakery and had just watched the red water run clean again. He hadn't said anything, even when Junho had forcibly taken his apron and shirt off. There had been a dead look in his eye, like he had just given up.

Since that day, Junsu had been having nightmares. They hadn't slept in the same bed since they were in middle school but his brother would wake up screaming in the middle of the night. Nothing he did alleviated them so they had started sleeping together to ease his tortured mind. Even going to church like they did every Sunday didn't ease him.

His trip had been coming up quickly and he hadn't wanted to leave Junsu. But his brother wasn't going to let him miss his trip he had planned extensively for. He had flown out for France with a heavy heart because he was leaving his suffering brother. He had texted him a few times, but school was back in session and Junsu was working two jobs plus doing odd jobs for So Yi Jeong when he needed them. He always told him he was doing well even though Junho knew better than to believe that.

But he'd had his things he had to do so he couldn't spend every waking moment thinking about his brother. He had to go to classes and taste testing's and so many other things that went along with everything. He had to network with some other Korean pastry chefs. He talked to so many others about the types of coffee they sold in their shops. Everything he did went back to his work in Korea. He wanted everything to be the best.

To keep his mind off things at home, he pulled all the things he was going to need to make éclairs. Considering the French were the first ones to create the pastry, it had been his first one he learned to make. Now he wanted one for no reason. Well that wasn't true. They were Junsu's favorites. Pair it with a chicory coffee that he could only get in New Orleans and he was at home, even though chicory coffee was normally served with beignets.

He was covered in flour when there was a knock at his door. He only knew a few people here so who would come to see him this early? He didn't usually go outside until it was about dinner time. Setting his dry ingredients aside he went to answer the door.

On the other side was a person identical to Eri, only this person was male. He had the same dark hair and the same golden eyes. He was just a little bit taller than her, but there was no doubt in his mind this was Francesco DeArgint. If the face wasn't a giveaway, the smell of paint and clay was. Some things never changed.

"Come on in," he said. He used Korean because he knew Francesco was fluent since his father was a Korean national.

Francesco walked into the small place and looked around. Junho hated when people did that. So he was rich and Junho was lower on the totem pole. None of it mattered. To hide his anger, he went back to work.

"I figured you hadn't eaten yet so I brought food," Francesco said as he walked over to the breakfast bar and set something on it.

"I usually don't eat until later," he replied as he mixed his ingredients into one bowl.

"That's because you've adapted too quickly. It's way too easy to get off on your normal schedule when you're in a new country."

"I've been to France before. I know how everyone is."

"Trust me. You'll want to eat."

Junho frowned at him. Was he always this pushy? Or was it a special occasion because he was coming to his sister's friend's house? Whatever the reason, Junho didn't like it.

Just then his phone rang. Using his clean pinky, he swiped right and answered. "Hello?" He hadn't bothered checking caller ID.

"Hey, Junho, it's me."

He stared at the phone. "Eri? Since when do you call?"

"Since I got my hearing aids back. Is my brother beside you?"

Junho looked up at Francesco. So this was the reason he had come by. He had known Eri was going to call him. "What did he do?"

He could imagine the face she was making on other end. "He didn't do anything. I told him to find you and wait for my call."

He really didn't like that. Since he had been in France, Eri had only called him once. And that was simply to ask if he had made it and when he was coming home. Obviously Junsu hadn't told her he was leaving.

"He's here."

"Good. Junsu isn't doing well. He's been sleeping on my couch for the past week. I woke him up from a nightmare just this morning. I was working all night and he caught my attention with his tossing and turning. Is there anything that will ease him?"

So Junsu was having a harder time than he let on. He wasn't the type to tell when something was bothering him. He liked to suffer in silence until it ate at him. But Junho had always been the one to pull him out of it. Now that he was three thousand miles away, no one could do it.

"Does he listen to you?" he asked without thinking.

"Sometimes. Since he's been at our house, he's fine when he's with the kids, but the second they go to bed he's lost. I've been staying up to make sure he's not going to do something stupid. So far all he does is wake up in a cold sweat."

"Where is he now?"

"He's doing the books and inventory at the bakery. I'm going to stay with him there because he's just not in a good state of mind. Trauma takes forms in many different ways. I should know."

She was the best one to take care of him, but something bothered him. "I heard there is another issue you're dealing with. How is that?"

"Don't worry about it. Woo Bin is taking care of it. Unfortunately, that might mean that I'll need to learn business tactics. I don't want to learn business tactics, but if I do I have some really good teachers. Just hurry back. I may have to send him to you in a box if you don't."

"I'll do the best I can, Eri, but I'm here for business. It may take a little while."

"I'm not rushing you. Well I am, but I'm just worried. Normally I wouldn't call, but you have that freaky twin thing going on and it'd be stupid not to check in on you too."

Junho felt loved and weighted at the same time. Weighted because she didn't know how to handle Junsu, and loved because she was calling to check on him as well. She knew what bothered Junsu bothered him and she wanted to make sure he wasn't suffering because they were separated. Her voice was emotionless but he didn't need the feelings behind the voice to understand what she wanted to convey.

"I'm fine, Eri," he said as he put the pastries in the oven.

"You know what they say about being fine," Francesco muttered.

Junho gave him a dirty look then leaned against the counter. "Let me know if there's anything you don't understand. Junsu can be a little hard to talk to when he gets something in his head. That girl's death has been in his head a lot lately."

"Don't I know it. I'll take care of him until either you get back or he finds a girlfriend. I'm kind of hoping on the latter."

He laughed when he realized she was mirroring everything he thought. If Junsu would find a girl, he would be okay. But in Junsu's mind no one would match up to Eri. She was the first woman who had appealed to him in more than ten years and it would hard to knock her out of his heart. If she was taking care of him right now, it was going to be near impossible.

"Eri…" he tried to warn, but she cut him off.

"I know, Juni, I know. Take care." She hung up without saying another word, and that worried him. Eri wasn't the type to cast anyone aside unless they lie or do something that harms her family. Junsu would never do that so it was going to be hard to get him to find someone else.

"She knows what's she's doing," Francesco said. Junho looked at him. "Since we were kids, Eri has always been a defender and caretaker. Even though I was older and bigger, she was always the one who took care of me even at the expense of her reputation. She doesn't care about herself. She'd let some guy beat on her if it meant protecting a friend. "

"Junsu is the same way." Junho rubbed his face. He was suddenly tired. "I don't know what to do."

"Trust her. Trust them. Your brother will be all right by the time you get home. He may not be fully recovered but at least he will be able to concentrate on something healthy."

"Do all of you DeArgints look on the bright side?"

"No, just the children. I'll make dinner. You finish your pastries."

Junho watched briefly as he started in on the pasta. He pulled the pasties out of the oven and set to frosting them then put them in the fridge to set. By that time, dinner was ready and they sat down together to eat.