A/N: CHRISTMAS IS TOMORROW YOU GUYS! IT'S FINALLY HERE! AND AFTER THAT, NO MORE 2014!

Ahem. Now, I'll be honest. I didn't plan this chapter... At all. Like, I was getting some food, and I realized it was getting late, and I was like 'Dammit! What am I doing for the next one-shot?!' So... this is what happened. It's not incest, I promise. Just family being rebuilt. Enjoy!

Seung and Jeung

Cousins

The bitter wind blew throughout the forest, rustling the leaves, even snapping some off of their branches and carrying through the air, until they would fall and gently land on the ground. The scent of winter was strong, the dark clouds hanging above, threatening to rain any second. Jeung looked out the dusty window, a frown on his face.

"I can't believe we're stuck here," he spoke, looking back at the other Korean, who seemed to ignore him. "It's almost midnight. Think they'll notice we're not at the Christmas party?"

"Maybe you. But not me," he hissed, still avoiding his cousin's gaze. "I don't care, really."

He gave a small sigh, leaving the window and slowly walking over to him. He seemed to growl the closer he got.

"Cold, hm?" He sat down, giving his cousin a small smile. He just glared at him.

"It's December," His voice was low and dangerous, venom seeming to drip from each word he spoke. "I'm not surprised it's cold. It's always freezing this time of year!"

"Don't need to shout," he sighed, bringing his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. He stared at the wooden floorboards, head resting on his knees. No service out in the woods. No one knew they were here. Where exactly were they? Was the asylum even close? If they tried to retrace their steps, would they find their way? When would it get just a bit warmer? In the morning, probably.

"So, how is Havalynd, Seung?" He looked over at the white-eyed male, finally locking their eyes together. He felt a chill of fear go up his spine. Seung's eyes were lit with pure rage, his glare so cold and deadly.

"Why must you keep talking?" he snapped, hands curling into tight fists.

"I don't like the silen-"

"I do! Now stop!" he interrupted, making the male beside him flinch. Jeung bit his bottom lip. He could practically feel the hate radiating off of him.

"There is no need to be angry, dear cousin," he spoke, voice soft and sweet.

"Of course there's a reason to be angry!" he snapped, shoving the Korean to the floor, making him yelp in surprise. "You brought us here and got us lost! It's dark, almost midnight, and we don't know what the hell is out there! Not to mention we can barely see two feet in front of us! You are lucky we found a few candles and matches!"

He frowned as the male raised his voice, slowly propping himself up on his elbows. He'd be honest, he had never heard him get this loud. Or seen him this angry.

"Please, calm down, Seung," he requested calmly, finally sitting upright once more, right hand up, as if to show him he didn't want to argue. "I just want to spend the night here in peace. No arguing. Please?"

"Then shut up!" he shouted. Jeung rolled his eyes.

"Come now, dear cousin," he started softly, "I don't want to fight with you. I didn't bring you out here to do that."

"Then why are we out here, Jeung?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"What about? What is so important that you have to drag me into these woods, with no idea where we're going."

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. For everything. What I put you through. Ignoring you, shoving you away..."

"Taking Violet."

"She wasn't even worth your time!"

"It doesn't matter! She was mine!"

"Whatever! It's in the past, and she's dead now! Let's move on!"

"Just stop talking to me, dammit! You don't know how much I hate you!"

Jeung looked at his cousin. He actually felt... hurt. Those words cut him deep. This wasn't what he had intended to happen. Not at all. He was hoping he could apologize and have Seung forgive him, then from there, they could go back to being cousins.

"You hate me?" he asked in a whimper. Seung nodded.

"Of course! Why would you think I wouldn't?!" he snapped. Ouch. Jeung turned away from his cousin, shrugging his shoulders. Yeah, he knew he was angry at him, but he never knew he hated him. That just... God, there wasn't a word to describe it. Okay, maybe he shouldn't had done all of those things in the past, but he wanted to make everything right now. He had planning on making up with his cousin, and maybe even hanging out, instead of just glaring at each other every time they were in the same room! Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should've left everything alone. Then they would've made it to the party and none of this would have happened.

"Jeung? Are you... are you crying?" Seung scooted a bit closer to the male, frowning when he saw the tears gathering in his eyes. "Did I really make you cry?"

"Shut up," he whimpered, wiping his eyes. The male chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

"Wow! How surprising!" He reached out, hand resting on his shoulder softly. "Jeung, look at me." The older obeyed, icy blue eyes locking with white. "Yes, I do hate you. I hate you for every single thing you have done to me in the past. But, we are family. And that will never change... unless, we're not really related and have been lied to."

He smiled slightly, lashing his arms out and pulling Seung into a hug, who was quick to protest. The hug didn't last too long, for the slightly younger Korean managed to wriggle out of his grasp.

"I didn't mean you could attack me like that!" he spoke, though a small smile appeared on his face. Jeung felt his heart jump.

"Have you forgiven me, dear cousin?" he asked, eyes lit with pure joy when he saw his cousin nod. He lunged forward, tackling the boy to the ground.

"JEUNG! GET OFF!" he shouted, though he let a small laugh escape his lips. The Korean just smiled down at him.

"I'm glad you forgive me, Seung," he spoke, earning a nod. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Very late," he sighed, pushing his cousin off of him and reaching into his pocket, retrieving his phone. "It's actually a little past midnight!"

"Really?" He looked over the male's shoulder, the bright light nearly blinding him. 12:04. "Time really does fly, hm?"

"Yes. Funny how it does," He turned his attention towards his cousin, smile forming on his face. "Merry Christmas, Jeung."

"Merry Christmas, dear cousin!" Another hug. This one, though, Seung accepted, wrapping his arms around the older male as well. Okay, he would admit, though he hated his cousin for putting him through complete hell, spending time like this was actually... peaceful. No Blood Roses, no fighting, and no Charlotte. Just them, sharing the first few minutes of Christmas in a warm hug, finally being what they were supposed to be: cousins.