Chapter Three (1/2)
“Hyungwon-hyung seems pretty cool, doesn’t he Changkyunnie?” Dankyun prompts, breaking the hours of silence that had occurred once they returned home. Changkyun looks up from his homework, shooting his twin a weary glance. “I… I mean all of them seem cool,” Dankyun quickly begins to say, earning a knowing chuckle from his brother, “but Hyungwon-ah seems especially cool.” A smirk comes to Changkyun, one which doesn’t go unnoticed by Dankyun.
“Yah!” he shouts, playfully throwing his pencil at the younger. “What’s so funny?”
“You’re so easy to read, hyung,” is all Changkyun can say, returning to his homework as if that ends the discussion. As far as Dankyun is concerned, it doesn’t.
“What do you mean?” he demands, a blush creeping up his cheeks.
“You were all over Hyungwon-sunbae at the café,” Changkyun tells him bluntly, sighing as he fully turns his attention away from his schoolwork and to his twin. “Is he why you wanted to join this club in the first place? I thought it was weird you were so willing to get into it… Did you know he was in this club?” Dankyun pauses hesitantly before answering, a silence that only raises his brother’s suspicions.
“You can just call him hyung,” Dankyun begins. “They told us at the café to refer to them as such. Secondly, of course I knew that he was part of this club. It’s all the school talks about every year, whether or not this club will finally take number one at the school festival. It’s such a big deal that even I heard about it as a middle-schooler.”
“I didn’t,” Changkyun mumbles, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
“Because you took isolating yourself to the next level,” Dankyun fires back, his temper rising. “Even though I only outwardly socialized with you, I still listened to what people said. I still kept up with what was going on around us. You didn’t seem to care about anything but your studies in middle school…” He pauses before adding, “Changkyunnie, part of the reason I was so willing to get us into this club is because I’m worried about you. When that whole thing happened three years ago, you turned your back on everyone that wasn’t family. I went along with it at first because I agreed with it, but slowly I began to realize that it isn’t any way to live.”
“So you chose a club that you knew I’d be interested in because of the subject,” Changkyun summarizes, “which just so happened to have a member who you liked.” Dankyun’s silence is all the confirmation Changkyun needs. He heaves a sigh, not liking being manipulated by his twin. “Hyung, if you wanted to join a club you should’ve just joined it. You didn’t need to wait around for me to agree to going with you. If that’s really the case, I don’t think I should keep going. I’d probably just be in your way.”
“But I knew it’d be perfect for you,” Dankyun defends. “Changkyunnie, you’ve always been a great rapper. I thought it’d be good for you to have the opportunity to work with someone who could give you legitimate feedback. That’s the only way you can grow as a musician.”
“But I don’t even know if that’s what I want to do yet,” Changkyun says. “I appreciate the gesture, hyung, I really do, but I don’t want to spend time in a club that’ll take away from my studies because I’m thinking of being a rapper one day.” Dankyun pouts, moving from his bed and over to his twin’s.