"Look, it's not that complicated. You just have to keep jumping or else you'll…fall."
"I can't do it! I don't even care anymore. You do it."
I passed him the controller to which he just sighed but took it nonetheless.

Two minutes later, the words: You win, were glowing on the screen.

"Unbelievable," I mumbled. Rubbing the side of my forehead.

"I told you."
"I tried!" I argued as he threw the controller in my lap.

"Why don't you play another game if you suck at this one?"
I wanted to give him the real reason but instead, I felt myself smiling as I threw myself at him so the surprise would grant me enough time to tickle him longer than a minute.

He thrashed around but tried to tickle me at the same time as well.

"Stop, Jungkook! Stop…" He breathed out as I kept laughing in his face.

"Man, must it suck to be you! So good at games. So good at school. So good that you just can't help but…"
He rolled off the couch, crawling for a second before he turned around, stretched his legs out, supporting himself in his arms. Smiling while trying to catch his breath.

"I can't help but what?"
"Did you ever try losing just for fun?"
"He shook his head."

"You still suck at driving though."
"Shut up."

"And I'm good at other games…"
"I know. That's the reason why I want to know why you keep playing the only one that beats your ass?"
I shrugged to avoid answering.

"Namjoon, Jungkook, come eat." My father calmly said from the kitchen. Eyes were still stuck on the newspaper even when we walked through the open kitchen.

Mother also sat down, as if he was talking to her. Joining her hands in prayer. As soon as we both sat down, I smiled at Namjoon, who already had the fork in his hand. A piece of mashed potatoes already swallowed.

He smirked back.

We sneaked out that night. And sometimes I believed our parents knew about it, but they didn't care because we were together.

My brother and I got along like mashed potatoes and meat.

We'd be at the same party and yet somehow, always managed to find each other. By the time I'd be reaching for some alcohol, he'd be passing me a joint.

"Don't drink that shit."
"I know!"
"Remember last time?"
"I remember, man. I'm not drinking it, see?"
I took my hand off the bottle and took the joint instead. As soon as he started talking to someone else, I walked up the stairs of the old house and the squeaking of the stairs got muffled by the loud music and incessant chatter.

I walked into one of the bedrooms but I did not expect to find a girl in there. Dancing by herself.

"Hey."
"Hey." She whispered back, clearly drunk as one eye closed slower than the other.

"Do you mind?" I wanted to know, showing her the joint.

"Not at all." She purred continuing to sway her hips as I sat on the floor, back against the commode, and lit it up.

"Do you want me to open the window?"

I nodded and then thanked her. But the slower her arms flew around and the further the songs sounded, I forgot to look away. And of course, she noticed.

But I did not expect her to kneel down and crawl her way to me.

"You're Jungkook, aren't you?"
I nodded again as she brushed her fingers through my small ponytail, trying to take in as much smoke in her mouth as she could whenever I exhaled. She then planted a kiss on my cheek, and I leaned back when the softness of her lips was replaced with a tongue drawing circles at the right side of my neck.

I was looking up at the ceiling when her hips wrapped around my waist. And I put the joint down, mainly because I was too high to move already.

"Do you want to touch me?"
She asked, so I complied.

Sliding my hands under the back of her white blouse. She finally left my neck alone and leaned back, fixating her gaze on my lips.

This nameless drunk girl took my lower lip between her teeth and only then, did she stick her tongue down my throat.

It was wet. Everything about her was so wet and warm.

The door got opened, but she didn't seem to realize, yet my eyes shoot open as I peered up and saw my brother looking down at us.

The hoodie was blocking his eyes, but his lips remained a thin line as the girl kept grinding on top of me.

I was a bit confused since it seemed as if took more than a minute for him to turn around and shut the door.

I closed my eyes and let myself be kissed in a clumsy manner. My head was spinning and the floor was pulsating because of the music downstairs.

She reached between her legs, and between my legs, her brown hair cascading over her face as she grabbed my soft cock through the pants.

She licked her lips.

The door got opened again, but this time, I had no incentive to look.

My brother grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up as if she weighed nothing.

"What? Who…?" That was all she could think to say.

"Called you a cab."
"Why?"
"What the heck? Namjoon." I tried sounding angry, but I was too high for that.

"I'll come back."
He threatened, I chuckled. As he dragged the girl out of the room.
But he returned as soon as I laid my head down on the floor.

He walked in and locked the door after himself before he squatted down and the ceiling was replaced with a small, round pill.

"Why did you take her away?"
"She was drunk. And you're high."
"So? That's perfect."
"Is it?"
"Be honest, you're into her or something?" I smiled, knowing without having to hear it.

And my brother audibly smiled as well, before he reached into his hoodie and pulled out a small razor blade.
"Only half."
"Aye, aye captain."
He dropped the pill into my open mouth and while I still got his attention, I wanted him to know: "You owe me a blowjob."
"Ha?"
"You owe me a blowjob. I'll be mad at you tomorrow but today; nothing will ruin my buzz."
"Hmm."
I don't know when it hit me, but after some time, I was swaying my head back and forth on the wooden floor. Struggling to keep my eyes open.

Namjoon helped me sit, wrapping his hands around me as soon as my back was against his chest.

"Your legs are so long." I jokingly observed as I watched our stretched-out legs next to each other.

"You're not so short either."
"Do you think I'll ever grow taller than you?"
"…no."
I chuckled at his honesty and closed my eyes when the sensations became too strong.

"Do you like her?"
"Who?"
"That girl."
"I've never seen her in my life."
"And yet…I owe you one."
I smirked when he exhaled but my lips were too dry and my brain was too fried to make him feel even more guilty. And despite the open window, I felt as if it was too hot in this room.
"I don't like their music. I don't know it."
"No one knows it."
"Are you tired?"
"A bit…"
"Can you open your eyes?"
I shook my head. Whispering: "I feel weird…"
"Weird how?"
"I don't think I can get up."
"You don't have to get up."
"What day is…tomorrow?"
"You're slurring your words already."
"Tomorrow."

"What about tomorrow?"
"Day?"
"Sunday."
"Shit."
The movement of his chest, when he softly laughed, moved my back.

"What…funny?"

"You care about attending class but you don't care enough to do well?"
"I …study."
"I know."
"You…"
"Hmm?"
Everything turned black for a moment. And then it happened again just a few seconds afterwards. I caught a word here and there until I could hear him perfectly, asking:

"Can you hear me?"
I nodded ever so slightly while his hand started caressing my right thigh.

"I don't think you know, so, I guess I'll have to break it to you."
I furrowed my brows, as his hand traveled up to undo my zipper.

"Me and you, we're not really related."
I was trying to look at him with my eyelids still closed as my whole body was burning up.

I gasped, dropping my head on his left shoulder when his big hand slipped into my pants and pulled my cock out.

He leaned down and bit my left shoulder through my black shirt, as he started stroking.

"Namjoon…Namjoon…" I mumbled, trying to make sense of what was happening.

'What did you give me? I can't…think…'

"We're brothers, but we're not related by...blood. I am adopted."
He whispered in my ear while he continued to jerk me off.

A long tongue penetrated my ear just a second later, as I gazed away. Moving my head right and left on his shoulder as my abdomen felt tighter. I kept looking at the space between the floor and the door.

"What …you…"
That was all I managed to let out as the heat was messing with my head. I kept gasping for air while his hand kept moving up and down, tongue licking my earlobe and his left hand pulled my nipple through the thin material.

"I mean, we can play house as much as you want. But I don't want to owe you anything."
"Ah…"
I was rock solid in his hand and yet felt as if my cock was being crushed between his fingers. His tongue was not as wet, but rough and intrusive. He pinched my left nipple hard and I almost came from it.

"I'm not into sucking dick, though. So, you'll have to forgive me."
"Bro…ah…"
"But I'll still make you come. Don't worry."
I probably passed out right after I orgasmed. I probably would've forgotten about it for at least half a day, if I didn't wake up in the same room, but in the bed instead of the floor. Next to him.

I ran out as if someone was chasing me, and texted Taehyung as soon as I fetched a cab.

"What up?"
"Come meet me at the dinner."
"Isn't it too early for breakfast?"
"It's not even morning anymore, Taehyung!"
"Geez, why are you yelling in my ear?"
"Sorry, but I need to talk to you about something."
I still didn't believe it. So, I anxiously waited at one of the tables, without being able to stop the buzzing in my head or my leg from moving up and down.

'No. No…it can't be. Did I just ignore it? Or was I just that…'

Kim Taehyung walked in with one eye closed, and looked as if he fell on the red couch in front of me.

"Did you order me a coffee or nah?"
"Am I adopted?"
The other eye opened in surprise before he burst into laughter.

"I'm not joking. Stop laughing…"
"Someone's finally dropped the bomb?"
"You knew?"
"I didn't need to be told."
My leg stopped but the lights around him were still too bright.

"He doesn't look anything like you or your parents. How did you not put two, and two together?"
"I mean, there are lots of siblings who don't look alike."
"Yeah," He smacked his lips and raised an arm for the waitress. "But they at least look a little bit like one of their parents. He doesn't. Excuse me, can I have a coffee? Plain, no sugar. What do you want?"
I swallowed all the saliva in my mouth as I reached for my neck, feeling as if he was still breathing on it.

"Nothing. I gotta go."
"You called me. What do you mean you have to go? Hey! Jungkook!"
I ran out. Running down the streets as if I was being chased. And almost barged into the front door of my own house. Almost made up the stairs when mom emerged from the arch of the kitchen and with a hand on the railing, innocently asking: "Hungry?"
"Where's Namjoon?"
"He's already eating. Go wash your hands and join him. I have to go to the store. Your father wants meat tonight."
I absently nodded and walked up the stairs in a daze.

I kept scrubbing my hands but all I wanted to do was look under my shirt. And when I did, I had to admit it.

'I wasn't hallucinating. He bit me, which means…he did…do…everything.'

The mark was not shy. It was crimson and painful to the touch.

By the time I made it downstairs after trying to convince myself not to bring it up, mom was already at the door, purse in hand.

The door was slammed in my face.

'We're friends though. Best friends. We spend every second together…we were always together. We grew up together. We…we…'

Memories of us running around this house, chasing each other. Memories of us making a mess in the kitchen on Mother's Day. Memories of us laughing or fighting. And then a memory of him walking in on me in the bathroom while I was naked. He looked me up and down and then left without making a joke. Without me having to say a word. Without bringing it up every again.

I shook my head and walked into the kitchen in strides, sitting down on the brown chair that was opposing his. And he did glance at me for a bit before he went back to typing something on his laptop.

"Did you write your paper for history yet?"
I slowly shook my head.

"Do you want to fail? Do it before…"
"Namjoon."
"Hm?"
A raised eyebrow, a still chewing mouth, and a hand still on top of the keyboard.

I wanted to scream.

"Last night." That was all I thought I had to say. But he simply looked back at the laptop as if I didn't say anything.

"What about it?"
"Last night. What the fuck were you thinking?"

The raised eyebrow lowered. And the casual tone of what he said next, had my stomach turning.
"Weren't you the one who said, and I quote: owe you a blowjob?"
"That's your excuse?"

He sighed as I tried to control my anger.
"We're not really brothers, Jungkook."
"I know…I found out!"
And yet, as soon as the realization of that sank in, my volume diminished.

"But…for how long did you know?"
There it was. A pang in my chest and burning pain erupted, spreading from the middle to the rest of my body.

And this guy that I apparently didn't know everything about leaned back, shutting his laptop.

Looking at me as if I was the dumbest person to ever walk on this planet. Making sounds with his mouth as he kept trying to suck out the pieces of food stuck between his teeth.

"For a …long time."

I threw my elbows on the table and tried not to give in to either the pain or the rage that took the wind out of my lungs.

And dropped my guard down, inquiring with a cracked voice: "And why didn't you tell me?"
"At first, I thought you knew. And then…" He shrugged his shoulders and looked out the glass of the sliding door. "I don't know. I talked about it with mom, and she said it doesn't matter. We get along as if we're brothers anyway, so…I mean, it didn't matter, until…"
He looked back at me with eyes that I didn't recognize.

"I don't understand…"
"What don't you understand?"

I hit the table with a weak fist, saying:
"A brother would've just joked it off and introduced me to a girl a week later. Not…"
"Jerk you off?"

I looked at his plate, and he chuckled as if I was hilarious.

"Why did you do it?"

I was scared to hear his answer but all I got was: "I just felt like it."

I leaned back and smiled for no reason.

He didn't smile back.

Leg moving up and down, I demanded:

"Don't do it ever again."
"I won't."

"Good."
He got up, collected the empty plate, and on the way to the sink added: "Unless you let another man touch you ever again."
"What?"
He started washing the plate as if this was a normal conversation. But this was the weirdest conversation we have ever had. When I told him how I wanted to take drugs at parties, I thought that'd be the lower I'd sink but in comparison, this was splitting me in half.

"I saw you, kissing that dude at Kim's party."
I got up; but halted a few steps behind him as if this was indeed, not my brother anymore.

"I didn't kiss him, he kissed me."
"Same thing."
"It's not the same thing! It was a party. We were both high out of our minds and why…are you…"
'Jealous?"

"Thing is, you can fool around with any girl under the sun." He turned around after he closed the tap, and hands on the edge of the counter, smirked, saying: "But no dudes. Ever. Can you do that?"

But his eyes were not smirking at all.
"I'm not into guys!" I yelled a bit too loudly.

He clicked his tongue.

"I'm not! What the hell is wrong with…"
"You came from a guy's hand."
He showed me his right hand as if I could forget.

"Quite hard might I add."
"I was high. You gave me some weird pill and…"
"If you can control yourself when you're sober then just try not to do it when you're high. Deal?"
He walked past me as if we were done. And I felt all the hairs on my neck standing up.

"No fucking, deal. You didn't tell me you were adopted for years!"
And that stopped him dead in his tracks.

"And that's the way you choose to tell me? I can't even begin to describe how mad I am. You fucking told me just so you wouldn't owe me a blowjob! What kind of a fucking lie is that?!"
"Stop yelling. I have a headache."

"I'm more shocked at the fact that you'd do something like that with anyone just because they're not your brother. I should be the one telling you not to screw around with…"
I stopped breathing as soon as he turned around and stepped up to me.

I couldn't pinpoint the first time, but sometimes, he scared me. Not always. Brief moments here and there when I instinctively knew that he wasn't to be messed with. But I'd always attack that irking feeling with the thought: 'My big brother loves me. He'd never hurt me.'

But today, that thought did not seem as true anymore.

"I don't do that to just anyone. Don't assume what you don't know."
"Fine, but…"
"Listen, I'm not asking for much. Am I? You're not even into guys."
I looked up from his chest to his eyes, and with all the hatred I could conjure up for the guy that I loved with every fiber of my being, I spat the words: "Why do you care?"
"Why wouldn't I care? You're my brother."
"But we're not…"
"Not blood-wise, but in every other way. We are."
I hated how something inside me relaxed at the sound of that.

"But are you…into guys?"
"Hmm…no, not really."
"What does not really mean?" I barked.
"It means…"
"I'm home early!"
Dad walked in on his two teenagers sitting at the table. One of them typing away on his keyboard. The other was trying to shove food into his mouth as fast as possible.

"Where's your mom?"
"At the store." Namjoon absently responded.
"I thought she said she bought everything she needed yesterday."

He thought out loud, putting down his bag on the counter and popping the top button of his white shirt like he always did.

"You were the one who told her you wanted meat," I mumbled, still irritated.

"I didn't…talk to her today."
And for a second, the silence swallowed the three of us and then quickly, spat us out.