"Oka-"
"Hello Jae Hwa." Kiku calmly greets.
"Hiya! I'm her kick ass brother, Im Yong Soo!" Soo grinned. I swear, Soo's dead!
"He isn't actually my brother, his father married my mother and.. Yeah..." I explain awkwardly. "And besides, you aren't my only brother, moron. You forgot Min Ki!" I snap at Soo. Kiku simply nods at my awkward explaination.. I glare at Im Yong Soo as he scurries away when Kiku and I walk to his car. The car ride is quiet on the ride to my home; I hate the silence for some reason. We arrive at my house in a couple of minutes.
"Hello Mother!" I call. My mother poked her head out of one of the random doors.
"Jae, how was your day, sweetheart?" she asked kindly. She smiled brightly at the sight of me with a boy. I always locked myself in my room and kept to myself; same with school. I kept to myself and had only a few close friends.
"It was good. Oh, and Mother, Kiku and I are going to the living room to study, can you please make sure Im Yong Soo doesn't interrupt us?"
"Okay dear. I'll make sure he doesn't. Would you and your friend like a snack?" she replied.
"Would you?" I asked softly.
"No thank you, Jae Hwa." Kiku said, smiling. I feel my face start to burn softly. Then I feel someone grope my chest again and begin to say "Your breasts belong to Korea" and the heat melts away from my cheeks. I spin around and slap Im Yong Soo again.
"Damn it, you idiot! I told you not to do that!" I hiss softly so Mom doesn't hear me. But when I look to her, she wasn't there. I made my way to the living room, Kiku following me. After a few hours with my Japanese and an hour or two into Kiku's Korean, I was ready to murder Im Yong Soo in his sleep. He kept watching T.V. while I was practicing Japanese verbs.
"I give up!" I huffed, throwing a random shoe at my stupid step-brother.
"YOU can have the living room! We're going to MY room!" I yelled- wait, SCREAMED. Im Yong Soo yelped when the shoe came in contact with his ear.
"C'mon Kiku." I muttered, picking up my books and leading the way to my room. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment. How could he act like this when I had a guest here? I wanted to cry; I wanted to cry out of the embarrassment and shame that stabbed at my heart. I could've controlled my temper and ignored him, but I didn't.
"Sis, what was all the yelling?" Min asks, walking in the door. He must've been with his secret girlfriend. Who WAS his girlfriend anyways? I just knew her name started with an "S" and she was Japanese like Kiku.
"Nothing. Kiku, this is my twin brother, Min Ki. Min Ki, this is my friend/tutor Kiku Honda." I say, looking straight into my twin's eyes. He smiles at me.
"Hello, Kiku. I'm Jae's other brother. Don't mind our step-brother if he's rude to you. He's trying to be a comedian."
"A jackass is more like it." I mumble.
"Jae Hwa." he says sternly. Why are we identical twins if we're total opposites? I roll my eyes at him and continue to my room.
"Gomen nasai for my stupid step-brother..." I whisper as we entered my room, partly unsure because I had forgotten what it meant.
"It's okay, Jae." Kiku calmly (and did I detect a bit of comfort in his voice? Probably not.) said, patting my back gently. My face flamed up more at this. I didn't know him as well as Feliciano or Ludwig, so I don't know this side of him. This kinder and...adorably sweet side. Min Ki's so going to ask me about this later! I looked up to him from my waterfalling hair and saw a small smile. My cheeks were a slight red as I couldn't help but smile back. He takes my hand in his.
