Finally! I got chapter 2 ready for your reading pleasures! Sorry if it's much shorter than the last one, but I felt it was too much for me to right another near 2,000 word chapter again, so I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Huge amounts of swearing from Hyung in this chapter with some violence and humor.

Many hours passed till it was 8 pm that same night. The three of them were sitting in the dinning room having dinner. Apparently, his- their- dad had no clue how to cook, so they were eating some Chinese take-out, in which Yong-Soo was wondering where the nearest Chinese restaurant was around here.

Back on the more important matter at hand, Yong-Soo just couldn't believe that this kid sitting across from him is his twin. He couldn't believe either that his mother lied to him… or did she? Maybe he could find Hyung's birth certificate and somehow find any information to…

Oh, who was he kidding! He had to accept the fact that he was related to Hyung, no matter how much he hated it. Yet he couldn't help but kick in frustration. But then he realized in that split second as he kicked… that Hyung's shin was right in front of his foot.

"MOTHER FUCKER!" yelled Hyung as he clutched his aching shin, "Why the fucking hell did you kick me! FUCK!"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Yong-Soo tried apologizing.

"Boys… enough." Their dad spoke in a very deep, monotone voice that made the boys stop bickering and sat ridged, which forced both of them to lower their heads in submission and continued eating in silence.

After cleaning up dinner, they all went to the living room because, apparently, their dad had to "tie up loose ends" for the both of them. The living room had a lot of couches and chairs, even stools that were like bar stools were there if it got to crowded. Their dad took a small chair which was in front of a couch and a stool. Hyung, starting to become a jackass, took up the entire couch as if it was meant to be a lounge chair, and simply glared at Yong-Soo as if he was daring him to try and move his legs. Yong-Soo decided to ignore Hyung's behavior and sat on the stool. Once they were all settled, Mr. Im commenced the little "meeting."

"Now, you both know that tomorrow is Monday, and it's going to be the last week before summer vacation starts. Yong-Soo, this, from what I heard from the social worker, is your first time at this… type of school." Mr. Im stated, knowing very well that Hyung was spacing out and not at all interested in the conversation.

"What do you mean by this type of school?" Yong-Soo couldn't help it but looked questioningly at his dad.

"…Well, it's a… military school," said Mr. Im who had full knowledge that Yong-Soo would complain. And then Hyung decided to start listening because he just wanted to see the look of dismay on his brother's face, and he even started chuckling lightly yet it was also menacingly.

"A military school! You have got to be kidding me!" As Yong-Soo spoke, he not only face-palmed himself, but the force was enough to fall off the stool, and then somersaulted backwards.

When he sat up, with his hands at his sides and his legs in front of him, all he could do was hid his face (which was already beat red) and mumble an embarrassing "Why me?"

Meanwhile, his brother and dad were laughing their asses off. Mr. Im tried to contain his laugh, but couldn't any longer when he saw the look of embarrassment on his son's face. Hyung was enjoying every minute of Yong-Soo's humiliation. He was even rolling on the couch from laughing so hard. Yet Yong-Soo was just staring at his brother with a devilish grin, as if he knew what was going to happen next.

And it was such a sweet revengeful moment. Hyung had rolled nearly off the couch, but he stopped himself by having two fingers on the floor, a hand in the air to keep his balance, and his two feet just barely touching the edge of the couch.

The twins just glared at each other, seeing if the other would make a move to humiliate the other more, when all three heard a scratching noise from above. Yong-Soo's eyes barely looked up when a small puffball of white jumped from the rafter above. Where the puffball landed was right on Hyung's head, shoving Hyung straight into the carpet floor. The puffball then walked on Hyung's back and sat with its chest puffed out. Yong-Soo was about to laugh when he realized that what caused his sweet revenge was a big, white, puffball of a cat. The cat was kind of laughing, if you would call it, which sounded a lot like a Frenchmen's laugh. All poor Hyung could do was lift his head, despite his agonizing headache, and flipped off his brother.

Yong-Soo couldn't help but chuckle whole heartedly saying, "Not my fault the cat likes me better." This earned the younger Korean two flip offs from his brother.

"Okay, both of you, time for bed. Yong-Soo, your uniform for school should be up in your room, it's on the second floor to the left 3rd door down on the right. Hyung, come with me so I can give you an ice pack and some pain meds." As Mr. Im said this, he was already up and moving towards the medicine cabinet in the kitchen.

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Yong-Soo was just about to go to bed when someone knocked on his door. He got up and opened the door to find his brother on the other side with an ice pack on his head. He wasn't excited to see his brother, and it was clear Hyung didn't want to see him either.

"What do you want, Hyung?" Yong-Soo asked it more annoyed if anything. Then he realized that was the first time that he said his brother's name aloud, though he saw that it didn't faze his brother at all.

After a few seconds, Yong-Soo tried to close the door, but Hyung's stopped it with his boot.

Wait, was that a boot?

He didn't remember seeing Yong-Soo wearing boots when he first came, but he supposed Hyung would have changed. Yong-Soo looked down to see a steel-toed boot stuck in the door way. He looked back up to see a camo bandana around Hyung's neck. He looked at his brother's face to see an expression that even the devil would be scared of.

Hyung leaned in close to Yong-Soo's face and whispered, "When you and I get to the school, you better get some bodyguards other than dad, because me and my friends are going to run you through hell and back for the rest of the week. And we won't mind using our energy on you until you decided to apologize correctly. Is that clear?"

Before Yong-Soo could answer, Hyung had already walked off. Yong-Soo was paralyzed right where he stood as he watched his brother walk away towards his own room, wondering in sheer terror what was going to happen to him.

I think I made Hyung too much of a potty mouth in this chapter along with being a little intimidating, but then again that's part of what I imagined him being like.

And yes, if you have guessed already, the cat in this story was based off of Catalia's France. In a later chapter this cat will be more France like. XD

Seems like Yong-Soo needs a HERO in his life now! Stay tuned!