Once Upon a Time

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      “Now’s a good time to learn, huh?” he chuckles, “Right now, I think he’s struggling with the dependency. And sense I help, I’m the major source of that.” Youngmin kicks off some of the blanket he was using, freeing his legs and huffing a little. “Nah, I’m not much of a mom…” What a lie. Minwoo could testify to that. Minwoo could swear on a bible and then call him mom. “I’ll try to take it easy every once in a while, but you have to promise to be careful. It’ll help me worry less.”

“If he lets me talk to him for more than 5 minutes without getting pissed.” He puffed his cheeks out before smiling slightly, turning onto his side so he was facing his brother. “You’re definitely a mom. I think everyone in the bunker can say so. Even Curly.” He laughed softly only to nod at the last part Youngmin had said. “Okay, if you try to take it easy then I promise to be a bit more careful. Deal?” He said as he puffed his cheeks out again slightly.

      “Mm… I need to go find some fans and extension cords…” he mumbles as an afterthought. Honestly, he didn’t have a lot of time to prepare for the heat as he wanted, but he’d make up for it. By the time Kwangmin had more to say, Youngmin was breathing slow, enamored with his thoughts until he’s interrupted. “I’m probably just annoying the hell out of him. But thank you.” Carefully, the elder twin stretches and pops his back, “Breaks aren’t an option for me, right now.”

“Mm... Maybe-- I don’t know, I annoy him all the time so I don’t know what doesn’t annoy him.” He said and shrugged only to look over at the other after hearing his brother pop his back. “You’re like a mom. Only better.” Of course, Youngmin would be a better mother than theirs and probably everyone else’s in the group as well. “Just... I don’t know-- Don’t overwork yourself.”

      The soft agreement has him nodding. They could both get through this if they try hard enough, Youngmin has faith in that much. Following his twin’s movement and wiggling to the side to give him enough space on the bed, he hums in thought. “Last I checked, he was getting ready for bed, yeah.” Granted, he’s tried to trust Donghyun a bit more and leave him to his own devices. It’s hard, because he wants to help but feels like he’s doing too much. when he does. “But who knows, with it being as hot as it is, he might’ve found a cooler place to rest.

“Minwoo’s room is the coldest but I guess it’d still be pretty hot, huh?” He mumbled before he was moving to lay on his back as well, looking up at the ceiling as the two talked. After a few minutes, Kwangmin had decided to speak up again. “I’m sure Donghyun appreciates your help even if he can’t remember a lot of stuff about you.” After all, the older twin was the only one right now helping the leader. “You sure do a lot for everyone too. You should try to take a break.”

      Youngmin wrinkles his nose, pinching the other a little. “You try being stuck in a bunker with people you both know and don’t know. Show a little compassion, yeah?” Without thinking, he also puffs his cheeks like his twin has. “Just try for me… That’s all I ask. If there’s anything that’ll make this easier, it’s that…” After a moment, he says, “If I can push aside what you and Minwoo did to make things better, then you can do the same for me… Or at least attempt to…” They have no time for pettiness, after all. Youngmin realized that quickly. Closing his eyes, he starts to breathe slowly, trying to relax.

“Ow--” Kwangmin said softly despite the pinch not hurting that much. “Okay, okay.” He said before hearing the other bring up what him and Minwoo had done. “... Yeah.” Honestly, he would try his best for his brother and for the others. Maybe him and Donghyun would be able to see eye to eye after talking normally for a while. “Where is he anyway? Sleeping?” Kwangmin had asked as he moved off of his brother just to lay next to him, moving the pillow in his arms so he could lay his head on it.

      There’s a subtle grunt at the flop – just from the force of it; Kwangmin is far from heavy. “Right now, I’m more worried about getting him comfortable here…” He shifts, turning under the other male. “It’s time to get over ourselves and start being with him… Letting him get to know who we’ve become.” Not that he hasn’t been by their leader’s side – but that’s neither here nor there. “Kwangmin, he doesn’t remember any of your recent fights. Take advantage of it and actually be with him for once. He needs his family, and that’s us. Even if he doesn’t remember who we are now.” Inhaling deeply, he starts messing with Kwangmin’s hair, staring up at the ceiling. “Maybe, once he gets more comfortable, we can tell him about Pan, and Wendy…” After a moment, his eyes close. “Telling him about what we were comes last…” he swallows, “I went ahead and hid all of that stuff so he won’t find it.”

“He’s still not comfortable? I would think he’d try to get a bit comfortable.” He mumbled only to let out a quiet sigh and nodding at the comments his older twin had said to him. “Yeah... I guess you’re right.” When Youngmin starts to play with his hair, he had puffed his cheeks out before closing his eyes. “For you, I’ll.. try to help him out. But you know how I am even if he forgot what’s been happening between us, I still know it so it riles me up.” Maybe if the three of them were together and he was with his brother helping out their leader maybe that’d help.

      He feels the weight of Kwangmin on the bed, moving his hand away from his face and sighing softly. “Maybe. I don’t know. I’m hoping he remembers before I have to tell him. It’s one thing to apologize once with him knowing… It’s another thing to be like… ‘Oh, hey, the potential love of your life is dead, and I made the thing that killed her.’” Burying his face into his remaining pillow, Youngmin tries to hide even a little. “How am I supposed to tell him any of that? Let alone anything after the fact. Kwangmin, this guy who used to let me spoon him and keep him warm now looks at me like I’m on LSD when I lie to him about sharing a bed because of just nightmares.” 

The way Youngmin put it made it sound bad. Really bad, but everyone but Donghyun knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault and he knew for a fact that he hated it himself to hear his older brother take blame. As Kwangmin watched the other bury his face into the pillow, he had held onto the one had had a bit tighter before leaning back to flop onto his brother. Luckily, neither of them were heavy. “Well... What would you want to remind him of first?” It was probably going to be a lot harder to explain to the older since there was a possibility of him not remembering despite showing him things to try and jog that memory up. “Maybe we could ease him into it or should we just dump the whole thing on him?” He’s not too sure how to handle a situation with their leader especially since almost every time they talked after the accident they’ve just argued.

      Looking at the younger, the elder twin allows his face to fall for just a moment. It’s been tough, trying to be supportive while hiding a part of him that grew when he fell for their leader. He’s been able to suppress it thus far. “Its–…  I don’t think he remembers any of it.” His brows crease, thoughts evident on his features. “I mean, he hasn’t asked too much about his hand – he’s mostly been asking about his mannerisms… But you can tell, when he tries to navigate, he doesn’t remember what it’s like to have only one hand.” Youngmin brings his palm up to his forehead, releasing a soft sigh. “If he doesn’t know about my bomb, then he doesn’t know about Wendy. He could think she’s still out there, somewhere. And who knows if he remembers anything about what happened with Pan…”

When Kwangmin saw for a split moment his brother’s face falter, he had looked away and sighed softly. Hearing how Donghyun probably didn’t remember anything about the bomb and possibly with what happened to them, Wendy, and Pan he’s sure Youngmin was having a harder time than everyone else. After the other had stopped talking, the younger of the two had scooted off his own bed to walk over to the male’s one and plop on it. “Remember, the bomb wasn’t mine or your fault. I’m sure Donghyun will understand through that skull of his.”

      Youngmin quirks his lips at the question, but it’s easily answered. “Minwoo is starting to get like… 90 percent of his health back. I need to check his shoulder still, though. Hyunseong’s been with him too, I think. Jeongmin broke a watch and I fixed it for him. So he seems… normal.” Although his twin would know more about that, obviously. “Donghyun seems to be adjusting well enough… He can probably have his prosthetic back soon, even.” His face scrunches up a little, a soft sigh escaping him, “If he doesn’t remember anything soon, we might need to start helping him remember… Like, bring in things to see if they spark his memory…”

As he heard how the others were doing, he had nodded every so often before he was going to sit up on his bed again. Kwangmin then had grabbed the pillow that was thrown to him and had wrapped his arms around it. “Jeongmin is always ‘normal’ I guess.” He chuckled only to listen in on what his brother was saying about Donghyun. Sure, he didn’t like the leader so much but he still cared for his safety to a certain extent. “Well, what does he remember so far? Does he know about the, you know-- bomb. Or that you two are together or...?”

      “Did you just hit on me?” Youngmin laughs, shaking his head as he tosses a pillow across the distance between their bed. “Gross, save that shit for your French lad.” Eventually the elder twin relents and turns to face the younger. “Alright. What do you wanna talk about, then? Ask away.” It’s not like Youngmin has anything to hide, really. He knows what’s all been going on, mostly because he’s been trying to take care of everything.

Kwangmin had only laughed a bit harder when the pillow came flying over to him from the other’s bed. “You’re gross too.” He joked as he watched Youngmin turn to face him from his bed. “I don’t know, how’s the others?” He hasn’t really been very social with any of the members of their little messed up gang lately. “And how have you been?”