Jung woke in a room that was not his own. His room at his parents' house was painted green and his bedsheets were red and blue. He owned a UHD TV with over two hundred channels and had electronics scattered around the room from the various gifts his brothers had sent for his birthdays.

The room he woke up in was white and his bedsheets were orange. There was no TV, no tablet, and his body also felt like it was on fire.

"Oh, that's right," he muttered sarcastically as he stared up at the white ceiling and the square light fixture in its center. His hand traced the bandage wrapped over his arm. "My brothers saved me yesterday."

It required most of Jung's self control not to cry out when he sat up in bed, his ribcage screaming in protest. Coughing, he looked down at the pajamas his brother had loaned him. Even in bed it seemed Yo enjoyed wearing pinstripes. The warm navy silk was striped with white.

Putting his house slippers on, Jung hobbled out of the guest room and through the pretty house, using his nose to find where breakfast was being served. He could smell something savory and enticing- like soup. Jung's eyes glanced over pictures of Gyung that were paired with paintings high above his pay as an athlete. He continued to walk by expensive artwork and pictures of Yo's family. There was a framed picture from four years ago when the entire family had gathered to celebrate Jung winning gold at the London Olympics. The babies of the family were missing and Yo had been married to his first wife. Beside it was a flat, platinum frame that held a wedding picture of Yo and Mun Seong.

"Good morning, Jung," Yo's wife called from the dining room. She sat at the table in a floral dress with Gyung in her lap. Jung smiled at his sister-in-law and waved to his nephew. "How are you feeling?" Mun Seong asked as Jung cautiously stepped up to the table and lowered himself into the chair beside where he knew Yo would sit.

"Horrible." Jung's voice was a hiss as he ungracefully plopped down onto the chair. He met eyes with Gyung as the little boy sucked on a pacifier. Gyung wore blue overalls over a yellow shirt. His tiny feet were bare and his little toes wiggled as he fiddled with the gold buttons on Mun Seong's dress. Before Jung could ask where his brother was, Mun Seong began to shake her head at someone.

Almost as slowly as Jung, Yo inched into the dining room, one hand clutching his forehead and the other wrapped around his torso. His dark hair was as messy as the dark circles beneath his eyes and his unshaven face was one Jung had not seen in quite a while. He wore a white t-shirt with silk pajama bottoms, his tired eyes glaring at Jung who raised his eyebrows at his brother. "Not a morning person?" Jung asked.

"Fuck you," Yo snapped before wincing at the octave of his own voice.

"Husband!" Mun Seong's shrill voice made Yo stagger backwards, clutching his head with both hands. "Your son is learning how to speak. I suggest you keep from swearing, no matter how hungover you are!"

Yo groaned and closed his eyes as he slid into his seat at the head of the table. He hiccuped and groaned, telling the maid to turn the lights down. "That's the sun," Jung snorted. "There aren't any lights on."

Glowering at his brother with all the might he could muster, Yo motioned toward the younger man with his hand. "When I sober up, I'm going to strangle you." His voice cut like a knife but before Jung could feel fear, Mun Seong was telling the maid to serve breakfast.

"Jung, I wasn't sure what your training diet was, so I had fruits, vegetables, and whole grain toast prepared. I also managed to find some sliced turkey. Is that alright?"

Nodding, Jung thanked her for her generosity as the maid began laying white plates laden with brightly colored foods before him. Cucumbers sliced into flowers and apples cut to resemble swans were elegantly set around other shaped fruits and vegetables. A plate of toast was placed beside it along with four types of jam. He watched as a fork and knife were laid out in front of him while chopsticks were placed before his brother.

"Husband, I hope you like the hangover stew I got for you to-go this morning," Mun Seong pried her necklace from Gyung's hands as the maid set a stone pot in front of Yo. "I got it on my morning walk with Gyung. I also bought enough for our entire security team." The red soup simmered happily inside its heated bowl and Jung felt his mouth water at the sight of the ox-blood stew. He wistfully stared at his dizzy brother's breakfast before turning his gaze back to the rabbit food his sister had prepared for him.

Yo ground out the customary pre-meal mantra, "I will eat this well," and sent a tired look to his wife who smiled. Then, he picked his spoon up and dunked it into his stew, taking the first bite of food. Jung quickly followed suit, grabbing a slice of orange and biting into it.

Conversation did not seem to flourish at the breakfast table, but Yo answered whatever questions his wife had about his day.

"Will you be home for dinner?"

"Yes."

"I don't want you driving at all today. Have the chauffeur take you around."

"Fine."

"Can you free an hour for lunch? I'll be in Gangnam and my mother wants to see us."

"Tomorrow."

"Make time today and drink a hangover cure so you don't throw up on my mother."

"Alright."

"Tell your secretary you're not taking any calls on Saturday and that I need to speak with him about getting a venue for Gyung's first birthday party. How do you feel about a hotel?"

"Just send me the bill; I don't care."

"Do you still love me?."

"Of course I do."

"Keep eating. I don't care if you threw up in the middle of the night; you need energy."

"Hmph."

Jung was perplexed beyond the point of words as he watched his older brother, the one known for his cruel and cutting business methods, submit to his much younger wife's questioning without a second thought. Yo seemed just as comfortable being interrogated by his wife as she was shooting questions at him and ordering him to keep eating.

"So," Jung said as he skewered a plain leaf of iceberg lettuce with his fork, "why were you and So drinking without me and how much did you drink? I've never seen you this wasted since your bachelor party."

If Yo had been complacent while answering his wife's questions, he was anything but when answering half of Jung's question. "Two bottles of whiskey, one bottle of aged soju, two beers each, and some cognac."

"One bottle of cognac," Mun Seong corrected. She bounced Gyung on her knee as the maid began setting a tiny placement of rice porridge down for the baby. "And neither of you drank any beer."

Impressed, Jung continued to eat as his brother grimaced through his hangover stew. "Did So stay here? I can see his Ferrari in front of the house." Looking around, he wondered if his other brother was around. "Is he too hungover to have breakfast?"

"He went home in a cab," Mun Seong seemed to be the master of multitasking as she spooned porridge into Gyung's mouth while speaking, texting someone, and checking on her husband at once. "I'll have someone return his car to the main office."

"He won't be able to drive," Yo muttered through bites of soup. "Send it to Wook's apartment."

"How come I'm never allowed to have fun with you guys?" Jung complained. "Is it because I'm eleven years younger than you? Because I can drink both of you under the table."

Closing his eyes, Yo breathed deeply and swallowed. When his eyelids opened, they were narrow and annoyed. "You seem to be in the habit of thinking we don't include you in things because of your age, but need I remind you that just hours before, you were bleeding all over my floor? We disclude you because you're an irresponsible idiot, not because you're twenty-three. Now shut up and let me finish my breakfast."

Soo sat on the rim of the cold bathtub, worried lines stretching into her features as she patted So's back, listening to him throw up into the toilet. "You really should have stopped after the first bottle of whiskey. How did you fit all of that alcohol into your body?" she sighed in concern as So's white knuckles clenched the side of the bowl.

"Yo had half," So moaned before retching again. Soo only rolled her eyes as she continued to rub his back. She felt a strange sense of foresight as she watched So throw up, imagining that when they decided to have children, she would be in the same position as him: kneeling in front of the toilet and emptying the contents of her stomach.

She was taking a chance by being by his side in broad daylight, but So had conveniently chosen a bathroom connected to two bedrooms to throw up in, so Soo had a route of escape if someone came knocking. Plus, she knew he needed her beside him. Nothing was worse than being alone while vulnerable. Soo knew that they both were very aware of how that felt.

"It's a wonder you don't have alcohol poisoning," Soo mused, her fist making soft sounds as she patted between So's shoulderblades to ease his discomfort. "I don't remember you ever being this sick when we lived in Goryeo, and you drank with every meal."

"In Goryeo, I was in my twenties and the alcohol was always paired with food," So replied as he used toilet paper to wipe his mouth and blow his nose. He flushed the toilet and accepted the glass of water Soo offered, rinsing his mouth out. "Modern day, thirty-four year old Wang So can't hold… however many bottles of hard liquor we drank yesterday."

"According to Mun Seong's text," Soo glanced down at her cellphone, "two bottles of whiskey, one bottle of aged soju, and a bottle of cognac." Returning her gaze to her queasy looking boyfriend, she shook her head. "I'm not surprised you don't have alcohol poisoning anymore; I'm more surprised you're not dead. Is your stomach empty now?"

Soo held a hand out to help So stand on shaking legs. He grasped hers with his clammy one, and stood. Soo's cold palms pressed against his sweaty cheeks as he nodded. "Are you sure you don't want to eat anything before you go to work? Are you sure you can go to work?"

Soo opened one of the bathroom cabinets and handed So a bottle of blue mouthwash. He thanked her quietly before wondering where he left his sunglasses. "I love you, but you keep moving and that's making me dizzy," he said after spitting blue liquid into the sink. So refilled his mouth so he could gargle.

"Well anything you endure is punishment for trying to punch Eun this morning," Soo said without sympathy. "You could have really hurt him."

So spat into the sink and ran the faucet to clear any blue out of the basin. "He was singing K-Pop at eight in the morning and I'm hungover," he protested, shutting the water off. "Plus, I'd like to point out that I missed- which is why I felt my stomach flip and had to throw up. If anything, my misery is all Eun's fault."

Nodding, Soo patted So's shoulder. "Yes, please continue blaming your hangover on your brother and see how that feels, because I guarantee it won't get any better while you sit around blaming Eun."

"Hm," was So's only reply. "Wook already left and took Eun with him… my car is at Yo's house… I'll have to take a cab to work."

Soo pulled at So's shirt to get rid of the wrinkles that had formed while he had been on the ground. Leaning up to press her lips to his cheek, she placed a hand on So's hip. "Your coat is on the sofa, so you can grab it before you go."

"See you for dinner?" So asked with a small smile. He watched as Soo regarded him with unmasked skepticism.

"I doubt you'd be able to keep anything down by dinnertime, but yes, I'll see you here at dinnertime." Soo drummed her fingers on So's lapels. So collected his coat and pulled it on with a "Don't drive! I love you!"

Baek Ah raised his eyebrows when So walked into the building with sunglasses on. He even further raised his eyebrows when not two minutes later, Yo did the same. Baek Ah scoffed when Jung limped into the offices behind Yo. He wore a large hoodie and jeans with a surgical mask over his face and sunglasses on. For once, he did not carry a gym bag. It seemed that three of Baek Ah's brothers had all gone and gotten themselves fucked up.

Yo left for his own office after greeting Baek Ah with a nod and accepting a folder from the secretary that stood on standby.

"Brother," Baek Ah greeted So as he sat down in the conference room.

So squinted at Baek Ah through his sunglasses and held a finger up, pressing it to his dry lips with a grimace. "Baek Ah, you're my favorite sibling, so I'll warn you before I snap: don't address me until at least twelve."

"Of course, Brother."

"You have permission to question Jung all you want. He deserves to be scolded again," So said as the youngest opened the door to the conference room. Baek Ah felt no questions rise as he took in Jung's limp and slouch. He could gather what had happened from Jung's hobble.

"You got beaten up, didn't you?" Baek Ah held back a laugh as Jung walked into the conference room and collapsed into a chair. "Was it a flock of birds or did you offend a classroom of fifth graders?" Jokingly, Baek Ah turned his head so he could see beneath Jung's sunglasses.

A lovely, blue splotch rested right beneath Jung's right eye and peeked over the edge of his mask. "Shut up," came Jung's muffled voice. Baek Ah chuckled as he regarded his younger brother.

"Is that any way to address your elder?" Raising his eyebrows, Baek Ah placed his fingers on the gayageum in front of him, plucking at the strings and moving the wooden tuners to create the right pitches. He chuckled and ducked as Jung sent a pen flying towards him. Baek Ah only smiled as he looked down at his instrument, listening to Jung gasp in pain and regret moving at all.

"Some family we have," came a voice from behind. Eun staggered into the conference room with a grimace, his hands covering his bare arms. His black tank top provided little coverage, baring his spindly arms to the harsh air conditioning. "There's a fighter in the family, but I can't seem to find him when a crazy fan steals my jacket."

Baek Ah watched as his older brother moved to sit in front of So before changing his mind and taking a place on the floor beside Baek Ah. "That's right, you have another brother, you hungover, beaten up jerks! You all left me to be hounded by fangirls!"

Huffing, Eun crossed his arms as Baek Ah stifled his laughter. They both froze when So tossed his paperwork down onto the table and removed his sunglasses to glare at Eun full force, his menacing eyes rimmed with dark circles. Their older brother said nothing, but the threat was clear. Eun backed down quietly, pulling Baek Ah's overcoat off of the back of a chair and donning it.

Once the conference room grew quiet, Baek Ah continued to practice his instrument, plucking out a slow tune and humming along with it. "So how many of you are coming to my concert next week?" he asked.

A pen bounced off of the side of Baek Ah's head and he smirked as So returned to work.