Believe Again: Nostalgia

A/N: This site is screwing up the formatting of the stuff at the end of the chapter, so I recommend going to AO3 to read this chapter instead. :)

"Saeran, you should get some rest."

"Says you. You haven't slept at all either."

"But you should take a break. Get something to eat, at least."

"Not hungry."

"Here, have some chips."

Crunch. Crunch.

"Would you be quiet for a sec and let me work?"

"Okay, okay. But still, when you're done you should go take a nap and—"

Saeran reached for a stray honey buddha chip on the table and threw it at his brother to shut him up. It bounced off his temple and landed on the floor, probably breaking into pieces and leaving behind a trail of crumbs and powder. It was a good thing they had locked the door — MC would have a fit if she came in here and saw the mess that they had turned the room into.

Saeyoung seemed to finally get the hint and reluctantly returned his attention to the computer screen.

"Such a meanie," he whined, still delusional enough to think that it was cute when he pouted and spoke with a higher pitch like that. It only made Saeran want to throw a pillow at his face. Or maybe something harder. Like a chair.

The younger twin resumed his work with a sigh, trying to fight the sleep weighing his eyelids down. The only good thing about having Saeyoung in here was that he was keeping Saeran irritated enough to stay awake. It had been a while since he needed to work all-nighters like that, after all. It had only been two nights so far and already there had been multiple times when he would find himself nodding off.

His body wasn't used to being pushed like this anymore, and the accumulated fatigue was bringing back rather unpleasant memories of times when he lived on three hours of sleep a day, at best. Not to mention, there were the splitting headaches that would plague him as he worked. He also remembered taking pitifully quick power naps on his chair, the position so uncomfortable and painful that he would have no choice but to wake up and continue working like his life depended on it.

Back then, his life did depend on it, he supposed. Work or be thrown away. Prove himself useful or be abandoned once again.

But as painful as those memories were, things were different now. He was working together with Saeyoung, to protect each other; to protect their family. Ask him to do something this two years back and he would have vehemently protested. Or try to shoot his own brother before they could even sit down and get started with work.

Above the sound of typing and clicking, Saeran could hear the crunching of chips and the occasional slurp from a can of Phd. Pepper. (Was that Saeyoung's eleventh can? In one night alone? What the hell?) The room smelled weird from the combination of Honey Buddha chips and Phd. Pepper. The air-conditioning was cold enough to freeze his toes off, and every now and then, Saeyoung would repeatedly ask him to take a break, as if the former didn't need one himself.

Having worked like this for nearly two days and two nights straight now, Saeran's mood was souring as quickly as he was losing energy. But as foul as his mood was, Saeran couldn't say he hated working with his brother all that much.

Because now, at least, he wasn't alone.

The thought made him feel just a little bit better. Until Saeyoung started crunching obnoxiously loudly on his chips again. He resisted the urge to throw something else at the man. The closest thing he had to him was a large paperweight.

Tempting.

His passing murderous intent dissolved quickly with a yawn, and he went back to looking through the last of the decrypted documents taken from Mint Eye. It was the last file already, and this one didn't seem to contain much helpful information, just like the others he had read. He was almost too eager to close the file when finally he reached the end.

"Done," he muttered, gripping the edge of the table and pushing himself backwards, allowing the wheeled chair to roll freely across the floor. He closed his sore eyes and allowed his head to fall with a thump against the back of his soft leather seat.

"Good work, brother! You're amazing!"

Saeran glanced over at Saeyoung, who was flashing him a thumbs-up from his chair. He blinked a couple of times, eyes darting back and forth from the single raised thumb to Saeyoung's grin. Eventually, he found the sense to look away instead of staring at his brother like that.

"I-I just... did what I was supposed to do," he replied slowly, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. Why on earth did his face feel so hot from hearing Saeyoung's words? It was a simple compliment; mere words of appreciation. Nothing that special.

And yet, he couldn't help the warmth that was pooling in his chest.

He had never been praised for getting his work done before. Not once. The only thing he could look forward to after that was not being told that he was a useless piece of trash, and that there was even more work waiting for him to spend even more sleepless nights on.

"That's why I'm saying good work," Saeyoung chuckled, his cheerful voice bringing Saeran out of his reverie. "Thanks for working so hard. Now you really should go to sleep. You look like a zombie."

That much was true. Saeran could see his reflection in the dark screen of his computer that had gone to sleep. His hair was a huge mess, the size of his eye bags could rival a panda at this point, and he swore he could see the beginnings of a pimple or two forming on his forehead. He really shouldn't have eaten so many chips.

Saeran slowly got up from his chair, not appreciating the terrible ache in his back. "Okay. What about you?"

Saeyoung stretched his arms over his head with a lazy yawn as he stood up. "I'm mostly done so I'll go sleep for a while too. Can't wait for lovely MC to compliment me for working so hard!" He was already typing away on his phone in glee, most likely sending a message to report to MC that he was finally going to join her in bed, even though she was probably still asleep. It was only 5.37am, after all.

Saeran rolled his eyes, not wanting to stay a second longer with this lovestruck fool. "Whatever. I'm going to bed."

"Good night! I mean— good morning, lolololol."

"Just shut up and go to sleep."

It was one in the afternoon when the twins returned to the work room, both yawning every two minutes. Saeran had made hot chocolate and was downing it like water, while Saeyoung had his usual daily serving of diabetes in the form of seven Phd. Pepper canned drinks. The video call connection with Vanderwood had just gone through and the former secret agent's face was now on the monitor of one of Saeyoung's computers.

"What's with the faces? The both of you look like you could do with more sleep."

Saeyoung cracked a tired smile at the webcam, trying to suppress another yawn rising in the back of his throat. "We're fine, Miss. Thanks for the concern."

"Let's get started," Saeran said, setting his third empty mug down on the table. "I want to be done with this quickly."

"This is probably going to take a while though," his brother remarked wryly, sinking further into his seat and placing the mouth of his Phd. Pepper can to his lips. "This thing is probably a lot bigger than we thought." Saeran pursed his lips, and Vanderwood made a thoughtful hum in response.

"Since we're discussing what we have so far, do you want to get your wife in here?"

"She's not feeling too well today, so she's resting in bed. We'll update her later."

"I see."

"Vanderwood, are there any updates on Sejun?" Saeran cut in.

"No news on Sejun as of now," he replied. "I have people on the lookout, but I haven't received any reports. No one has seen him around for a while."

"Where are your men located?"

"Near his home and near the boys' home that he was placed in. He's been missing for a while ever since he found out he was being tracked."

Saeran nodded, tracing his chin with his thumb. He was still impressed that a guy like Vanderwood had so many connections, considering he had to work solo for the most part as a secret agent, or at least, until he was paired with Saeyoung. There were still many things he didn't know about the mysterious man, and that made him feel rather uneasy. All he knew from Saeyoung was that Vanderwood was doing some freelance work at the moment to lay low, and Saeran couldn't help but wonder what kind of shady business that entailed exactly. Not that it was very much his business to care.

"I'll let you know if I get an update on his whereabouts," Vanderwood reassured. "But Sejun's not really our top priority at the moment."

"Yeah, we can look into him later," Saeyoung agreed, shooting a quick apologetic look at Saeran as he did so, even though there was no reason to be sorry. "Did you find out anything from the Mint Eye files, Saeran?"

Saeran shook his head with a frown. "There was nothing important in it. It was mainly administrative stuff, details on the building layout, a list of potential guests whom she wanted to bring to her twisted paradise..."

"What was she even planning at the time?" Vanderwood inquired, an incredulous expression on his face.

"To expand the organisation, spread her ideologies as far as possible, and absorb the RFA members into Mint Eye. She got me to learn hacking in order to hack into servers and find suitable candidates who may serve Mint Eye's purposes. And once I was good enough I was to hack into RFA's server and try to obtain the details of the information of the party guests that were contacted in the past."

"Hmm... What kind of candidates were they?"

There was a brief pause as Saeran hesitated to answer. "...People like me. People who were abandoned and abused, with no place to return to and no hope to live for."

He could hear Saeyoung's shaky exhale, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed the other man's hands ball into fists and tightly grip the fabric of his faded blue jeans, stained with sprinkles of crumbs from the honey buddha chips.

"Saeran... I—"

"I've heard enough apologies from you, and I'm sick of it. So don't," he snapped, sounding a little harsher than he intended to. But honestly, he was sick of hearing apologies from a man who constantly beat himself up over something that wasn't even his fault.

Saeyoung probably understood that much at least, for his fists loosened a little. The wrinkles on his jeans remained.

"Um. Right. Okay. Anyway," Vanderwood cut in, clearly unnerved by the unexpected tension. "So the Mint Eye files were useless after all?"

"I guess so," the younger man replied with a shrug. "Seems like a dead end to me."

"It's strange though," Saeyoung began, the skin on his forehead crinkling as he frowned. "You said she wanted to hack into the RFA server for the guests' information?"

"Yeah."

"What for?"

"Not sure. She never told me anything in detail. All she said was that she needed to collect the information so she'd have a way to contact them in future. I found it a little strange, since it would have been a lot easier for me to get the information on my own," he admitted. "But back then, I never thought to question her. I just assumed she had a reason for targeting the RFA server specifically."

Saeyoung took a moment to consider this. "Maybe there was something she needed to access in the RFA app without me noticing..." In the next second, he uttered a soft "Oh!" and jumped upright in his seat, before speedily typing away on his computer.

"Is it a new lead? What did you think of?" came Vanderwood's voice through the video call.

"The emails," Saeyoung answered, the pace of his typing picking up. "There might be something in the emails she sent back when she was still RFA's party coordinator."

Curiously, Saeran leaned over to peer at Saeyoung's screen. Saeyoung was speedily scanning through the emails sent by Rika in the messenger app, and Saeran's sore eyes were too tired to keep up, so he fell back against his seat and relaxed into it, closing his eyes. Ahh, that felt good. He could use a quick break.

"How much sleep did you guys even get last night?" Saeran groaned internally. Of all times for Vanderwood to try making small talk with h im...

"Not a lot," Saeran mumbled in response, feeling his energy diminishing into dust as each second passed with his eyes blissfully closed.

"Hmm." Thankfully, Vanderwood seemed to get the hint, for he didn't say anything further. Vaguely, Saeran wondered if there were times that Saeyoung was like this too: too exhausted to speak, while Vanderwood would simply watch with a neutral hum. Kind of like an older brother, or a guardian of sorts.

Saeran didn't even realise he had dozed off entirely until he was jolted awake by his brother's loud exclamation of, "Crap!" and the sound of an empty can tumbling onto its side on the table, before it rolled and landed on the floor with a hollow clang.

"What? What did you find?" Vanderwood asked.

"Rika... damn it... Someone else beat us to it."

"Beat us to what? Who?"

"There wasn't anything suspicious in Rika's emails at first glance," Saeyoung explained, idly grabbing hold of an open packet of chips and allowing his fingers to fidget restlessly with the plastic wrapper. "But for some reason she would sign off her emails by requesting for them to contact her at her personal email if they require anything else. And her personal email is always in her signature."

"Her personal email, as in, one that's not within the RFA messenger app, right?" Vanderwood clarified.

"Yeah."

"So I'm guessing you checked her personal email. Did you find anything?" Saeran finally seemed awake enough to organise his thoughts properly.

"That's the thing," his brother muttered, running his fingers through his messy red hair and mussing it up in vexation. "It's gone. All of it. No emails, nothing left. Her email got wiped. I can't recover the data."

"Someone beat us to it." Vanderwood understood now. "Any idea who it might have been?"

"If there really is a connection between Rika and Park Ha Yoon, and if Mint Eye was connected to more people higher up in the ranks than we thought, then it's probably one of them," Saeyoung replied gravely.

Park Ha Yoon. A famous academic in the scientific community, well-known and respected for his research in the field of medicinal drugs. Saeran remembered being updated briefly about a possible connection between that man and Mint Eye, because his car had been found parked somewhere close to the Mint Eye building. From what they had checked, there weren't any reports made about his car having been stolen, so it was probably safe to conclude that he, or at least someone connected to him, had been there in the building to conduct some kind of business. To say he was suspicious would be an understatement.

Saeran turned to his brother. "Right. Park Ha Yoon. What did you find out about him?"

Saeyoung clicked his tongue at the name. "This guy is a pretty troublesome one."

"Ahh... more trouble," Vanderwood remarked off-handedly. He folded his arms across his chest. He was clad in a black shirt that seemed a little too tight for him. The sleeves were clearly too small to accommodate his rather impressive arm muscles. "There's always so much going on with you guys and the RFA. It's like you guys are the main characters in some soap opera drama thing."

"I know, right?" Saeyoung chuckled humourlessly. "If only we were normal."

If only, indeed, Saeran thought to himself. He wondered how different life would have been for him and Saeyoung if they had been born into a normal family, with parents who doted on them and let them play outside freely, instead of beating them up with beer bottles and tying them up in a dusty old room.

Maybe they would be in college like Yoosung, complaining about professors and assignments and a lack of sleep all the time. Maybe Saeyoung wouldn't have suffered as a secret agent all those years, but instead be surrounded with friends who could tolerate his stupid jokes.

And maybe Saeran would have met her too, as an ordinary man. Someone who wasn't broken and filthy to the bone. Someone who might actually deserve to be with her.

Or maybe he wouldn't. Who knew, really. Perhaps in another lifetime where he and Saeyoung were born into a different, normal family, they would never have met.

The thought made his heart feel a little heavier, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He wondered when she had become one of the reasons to not despise every single thing about his wretched life.

Perhaps his life was finally getting to the good part, as Saeyoung would always tell him.

"Park Ha Yoon has a pretty clean record." The sound of Saeyoung's voice drew Saeran out of his reverie. "I couldn't find much on him on the Internet, other than stuff about his accomplishments and research breakthroughs. There was that one scandal about him having an affair, but that one was wrapped up pretty quickly. I doubt anyone even knows about it. Aside from that, we'll need more information about him. I have a bad feeling about this guy."

"There's no doubt he's connected to Mint Eye somehow," Vanderwood commented.

"Yeah. So I'll need your help for this, Vanderwood."

"Yeah, yeah," the older man said with a dismissive wave. "You want me to infiltrate and get my hands on information, right?" A sigh escaped him. "How nostalgic."

A wry smile lifted the former hacker's lips. "Yeah. Just like old times. Guess we'll be working together again, huh."

Frowning, Saeran turned to face his brother. "Wait... you're going with Vanderwood?"

"Yeah. I have to. He doesn't know how to handle computers."

"Shut up! I know the basics, okay? Not everyone's a genius like you," came Vanderwood's protests through the computer.

"Wouldn't that be dangerous?" Saeran asked. All the possible ways in which a mini operation like this could go wrong was running through his mind. He recalled the image of his brother bleeding profusely from a surface bullet wound and the strong, suffocating smell of blood in the air back then. He could feel a small wave of nausea coming on.

"I've done this many times before," Saeyoung reassured. "And I doubt Park Ha Yoon's office will be that heavily guarded. I've dealt with way worse before, so don't worry. And Vanderwood will be there with me. He's the best when it comes to backup."

Saeran drew his arms to his chest and his fingers clung to the sleeves of his cotton sweater. He wanted to protest. To tell his brother not to go. To tell Vanderwood to do it on his own — maybe teach the man how to work a darn computer so he wouldn't have to drag Saeyoung along with him.

Because... he didn't want to be left behind again.

But he couldn't ask Saeyoung to stay. That wasn't possible. That would be selfish and stupid. They had to do this, if they wanted to protect their family and the RFA from whatever the hell Mint Eye was up to.

"Saeran, are you okay? I promise you, we'll be fine. It'll just take a day, at the most."

That was what he had said before. He had said he'd be running a quick errand for mom, carrying a bag that was bigger than what he would normally take with him when he went out. He had promised he would return, and Saeran hadn't thought to question the pain and the tears in his brother's eyes when the latter said those words. It hadn't crossed his mind that the day would come when Saeyoung would have to make a promise he'd never be able to keep.

It's different now, Saeran tried to convince himself. He forced himself to meet Saeyoung's eyes. His brother's golden eyes were earnest, shining behind the lens of his glasses. He meant it. He would come back safe. Saeyoung had promised he wouldn't lie to him again. Saeran had to trust him.

"You better not screw this up and come back late," was all he could manage in a small voice, as he dropped his gaze and turned the other way.

He felt a hand rest on his shoulder. "Yeah, I won't." He could hear the smile in Saeyoung's voice, and it made the nausea go away.

The rest of the meeting with Vanderwood went by quickly, with the two former partners working out a plan to break into Park Ha Yoon's home to download information directly from his computer. Vanderwood would have to do some preliminary tailing first to get a rough idea of Park Ha Yoon's schedule before they could plan anything more. Saeran aided them with the research bit, since it was all he could do to help.

It was evening by the time they were done. Vanderwood left to go grab a bite and make preparations, while the twins went to check up on MC. She had insisted quite vehemently that she was fine and able to cook for them — "You're both exhausted, and I've been resting the whole day. Let me do it!" she had argued — but the two had disagreed, and so Saeyoung was left in charge on keeping her in bed to make sure she continued to rest, while the other twin was placed in charge of making porridge for dinner.

Saeran stirred the cooking porridge with a ladle, watching as the rice grains swirled about in circles in the cloudy water, much like sand particles being swept by waves on the shore. The quietness and space gave him time to continue mulling over the things that had been discussed earlier. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if Mint Eye was indeed part of a conspiracy far larger than what they could have ever imagined. There were too many things they didn't know; too many tidbits of information that only left them guessing.

An extended sigh blew past his lips and his shoulders sagged as if his body was a deflated balloon. All this stress was really tiring him out. Maybe he would skip dinner and get some shut-eye instead. He wasn't feeling all that hungry anyway.

Just then, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. A notification. Someone must be in the chatroom. Maybe it was Yoosung complaining about assignments and rambling on about LOLOL. Or maybe it was Zen with his narcissistic ramblings and posting of selfies that no one asked for. He just hoped it wasn't Saeyoung and MC flirting in the chatroom when they were right next to each other at the moment.

With that thought lingering in his mind and dread building in his chest, he drew his phone out of his pocket and glanced at his lock screen.

He had received a message from an unknown number. The message preview showed "adwer" — a random cluster of letters that made no sense at all. With a raised brow, he opened the message to view it, wondering who it could be. It couldn't be anyone from the RFA, since he had added their numbers to his phone's contacts.

Deciding it was probably a typo mistakenly sent to him by some stranger, Saeran was about to lock his phone when it buzzed once more, announcing the delivery of another message:

+82 XX XXXX XXXX: I'm so sorry! That was a mistake. I didn't realize my phone was on and it just sent you a message. Sorry about that.

That was odd. Normally strangers would just leave it and pretend they hadn't made a mistake. At least, that was what he would do, anyway. Maybe it wasn't right to assume that of everyone else. He didn't want to leave a reply to a stranger, so he locked his phone and put it back in his pocket, picking up the ladle to resume stirring the porridge once more.

Two minutes later, it buzzed again.

He hoped it wasn't the stranger. Maybe he'd have to block the number.

Unlocking his phone once more, he tapped on the message icon to reveal his new unread message. It was from the same number.

+82 XX XXXX XXXX: But um, since I've already sent you a message, I might as well say hi. So hi, Saeran. How have you been? It's been a while since we last met, so I hope everything's been okay. Oh, by the way, I got your number from MC. I hope you don't mind.

It wasn't hard to put two and two together and figure out who he was really talking to.

For the next second or two, he swore he forgot how to breathe.

Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit. Was he dreaming? Was this actually happening?

His heart was picking up the pace a little too quickly, and the deafening sound of it quaking in his ears was making it hard to think. His fingers were quickly turning clammy and he tried to tighten his grip around his phone, but his fingers slipped and he nearly dropped his phone entirely.

As always, she could turn him to a clumsy fool with just a single word. Or in this case, a text message — her first text message to him.

As his thumbs hovered over the keyboard on his phone, Saeran could feel the nervousness pulsing through his veins. His mind came up blank when he thought of what he wanted to say to her, and beads of cold sweat was starting to form on his upper lip. His lips suddenly felt a little too dry.

Think. Think. Just talk normal. Be normal. You've gone through so much worse; you can definitely handle texting a girl. Just calm down for a sec.

He took a few deep breaths to compose himself, before typing something in the message box.

Saeran: I'm fine.

He hesitated before pressing 'send'. Was that too curt? Maybe he should add something more. He considered one of those emojis that Saeyoung would spam the chatroom with. Those were only available within the RFA messenger though. And it might be weird to use an emoji for his first text.

Pursing his lips, he backspaced and typed in another message. Then thought about it even more, deleted more words, added some back, went back and forth deliberating whether that would sound weird or not...

Texting was quickly becoming a pain in the neck.

Eventually, he settled for something and hit 'send' before he could think even further. It had already been six minutes since she sent her message. He was taking too damn long. Stupid brain.

Saeran: Hi. I've been well. About the number, it's okay.

Hmm... Too short? Maybe he should add something else to it.

Saeran: How have you been?

There. Now to wait for her reply.

The seconds seemed to drag on and on, and he found himself needlessly checking his phone every few seconds to see if there was a new message.

Two minutes passed. Maybe she was busy and just hadn't checked her phone yet.

Or maybe she had seen it and didn't want to reply. What if she thought he was being a bother? For sending two messages at once? Then again, Saeyoung had a tendency to send ten messages at a time in the chatroom. This was nothing compared to his nuisance of a brother.

Saeran let out a groan. Had texting always been this nerve-wracking?

Just as he was about to despair and decide to delete his number altogether and erase himself from existence so as to avoid shaming himself further, his phone vibrated, and another message showed up.

+82 XX XXXX XXXX: That's good to hear. :) I've been doing fine too.

Another buzz.

+82 XX XXXX XXXX: Oh right, sorry to bother you. You must be busy right?

A smile lifted his lips when it occurred to him that perhaps he wasn't the only nervous one between the two of them.

Saeran: It's fine. I'm not busy. Are you?

+82 XX XXXX XXXX: Nope. I'm at the park right now, actually.

The park. Ahh, he really wanted to go. Would it be weird if he ran out right then and pretended to bump into her by "coincidence"?

Saeran: Oh.

+82 XX XXXX XXXX: It's been a while since we were last there together huh.

Saeran: Yeah.

+82 XX XXXX XXXX: Sorry for bringing it up. I didn't mean to put pressure on you or anything.

Saeran: It's okay. You weren't pressuring me. You don't have to be so wary around me.

Oh shit. Did that sound too straightforward? But it was true. She had been so careful that night at the park. Careful not to come too close, or say too much. He hadn't liked the wall that had come up between them because of that.

He missed the time when they could just sit side by side at the park in comfortable, peaceful silence. That didn't seem too long ago, when he thought about it now. But he supposed a lot had changed since then.

+82 XX XXXX XXXX: Hahaha okay, then same goes for you. You don't have to be so wary or formal with me. You can just message me whenever you want.

He could imagine her chuckling beneath her breath, the sweet memory of her laugh making warmth pool in his chest, filling him to the brim. He couldn't help the upward curl of his lips. Her laugh was so contagious, after all.

Saeran: Same goes for you.

Oh right. His eyes came to rest on the string of numbers next to the default anonymous icon. He should save her contact.

He tapped on the options to create a new contact, and typed in her name.

Before saving though, he paused to think for a moment more, and deleted the letters. Instead, he added an ice cream emoji in the blank space.

Perfect, he thought to himself with a grin, butterflies in his stomach.

O: Haha, okay! :)

He was starting to understand why Saeyoung loved texting MC so much.

O: By the way, are you doing anything right now?

He was texting her. Duh. And... what was he doing before she sent him a message again?

It was only then that the smell of something burning hit him.

He glanced up to see that the water in the pot was bubbling angrily at him, and the porridge at the bottom looked a little too dark to be remotely edible.

"Shit!" he cursed, dropping his phone on the counter and scrambling to save the remaining unburnt porridge. The porridge was thick and sticking in clumps, making it difficult to stir. Crap. He and Saeyoung would probably have to eat take-out now. Or they could just skip and go straight to sleep since they were both tired anyway.

In the midst of the chaos he found himself unable to resist stealing a glance at his phone screen again. He eyed the cute little ice cream emoji next to two new messages.

O: I was just wondering since... well, I don't know all that much about you. Is it weird if I say that I'm curious?

O: But it'd be nice if we could get to know each other a little better. :) Let's be good friends, Saeran.

It was nice to know that he wasn't the only one who was curious.

Friends, huh? It sounded like a decent start.

He returned his attention to the pot of simmering porridge once more, dread filling him.

...Hopefully MC could say the same about her dinner.

A/N: OTL I can't add an ice cream emoji sO I'LL JUST TYPE O FOR ICE CREAM (credit to my friend capitolscum for suggesting this omg SHE'S A GENIUS AHAHAHAHAHA). This site is removing the cone part so... apologies.

Thanks for reading! ^^ Hope you enjoyed this chapter hehe. Sorry that it was kinda dry for the most part lel.

See you soon with another chapter! :)