𝕒 𝕥 𝕝 𝕒 𝕤 .

ji-hun had just finished his classes for the day. between teaching them and actually taking classes he was exhausted. being a vocal coach could be exhausting especially when his medical school took up most his free time. not even meaning to he found himself in the bar. maybe a few drinks wouldn’t hurt right? it’s not like he had class tomorrow. he could get drunk, and then go home and wallow in his feelings. the usual. on his account the bar he decided on was of course the one his best friend worked at. spotting dae behind the counter he grinned. making time for each other could be hard. when they were together though it was double trouble. the two were thick as thieves. poor dae had to pick him up after his parents practically disowned him. then when destiny left him to go too college in a completely different state. his glasses hung low as he took a seat in front of his friend. “so when do you get off handsome i’d love to take you out,” his tone teasing, but the people around them automatically turning their attention to them. embarrass best friend. check. @differcnts

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if there was one person who could brighten up a relatively boring shift , it was ji . any of the patrons could have easily noticed how dae’s concentrated expression softened into an easygoing smile as the other approached. “ 15 min - ” he replied automatically - that was , until ji cut him off . dae felt the heat rush to his face as he noticed just how many eyes were trained on them . to an unknowing bystander, his reaction probably made the question seem more realistic than teasing , but ji knew that dae would rather be anywhere than beneath the spotlight ; through his family’s business , he had grown accustomed to being elusive and blending into the background . “ you - you’d love to take me out ? ” he asked incredulously , rubbing the nape of his neck in discomfort . “ does that mean you’re paying for once ? ” suddenly , a lightbulb went off in his head , his sly nature making a surprise visit . “ ‘cause tips haven’t been very good today , i don’t know if i - ” he trailed off , feigning disappointment as he frowned . with his new persona too prideful ( or maybe guilty ) to face anyone , his attention turned towards using a cloth to scrub at the sticky alcohol that had been spilled on the bar throughout his shift . truthfully , tips had been higher than average today and even if they were low , dae had more than enough money to cover whatever it was ji had in mind , but a little fib wouldn’t hurt anybody , right ?

his black hair was slicked back today. his fingers itching to run through it out of habit. his dad had him walking through the ins and outs of their business. not that he didn’t already know it by heart. duri wasn’t clueless to say the least. he could easily run their empire. his father just wanted him to do it with his brother by his side. dae. his twin brother. no matter how many times their father tries to put them together it’s nothing but chaos. at least when it came to the family business. his brother wanted out, and duri was all for it. he was all for being the only one running the show. all his life he was shadowed behind his twin. only because he was oldest. the oldest should run the business duri. is what his father would say. it was why he had changed it for him. so they could both have a hand in it. really he was sure his father knew dae didn’t want any part of it. their father just wouldn’t take no for an answer of course. 

duri made his way into the bar his brother worked at. it was to late to head back to the shop. he really wasn’t in a good mood to do any tattoos anyway. he was sure if he pierced anything as well he’d just get a lawsuit. that was all he needed. while walking to the bar a few on lookers stopped to stare. his tats were covered except for the ones on his neck. which was highly unusual. “no need to stare folks i’m still me,” his hazel hues rolled as he pulled his sleeves up to his elbows. making sure to unbuckle the tux cuffs before doing so. his lips automatically forming a smirk once finding his twin. “what up d?” his voice taunting knowing it annoyed his brother. “is this seat taken?” he asked a pretty blonde next to seat he wanted. when she shook her head no he slid onto the seat. “how’s work?” @differcnts​

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the last thing dae had desired to do before his shift was review the family business - alliances , potential threats , training schedules . yet his father had seemed all the more adamant as of late that his sons learn how to maintain the family’s empire without their father’s help . dae , on the other hand , wanted an average , boring , 9 - to - 5 office job life ; he didn’t want the violence and death , and he certainly didn’t want his future family exposed to that as he had been . truthfully , he had carried his irritable attitude from that morning into work , and it was showing through his lack of tips . channeling his typical charismatic work persona , he found himself leaning against the bar , hanging onto every word leaving the beautiful blonde’s mouth ( not that the . . . consideration wasn’t returned ) . 

as dae noticed the silence that gradually fell over the bar , he found his eyes gazing past the blonde and into the crowd . this was his space away from his family’s antics , but that didn’t mean he had never considered the prospect of a rival confronting him here . he huffed in annoyance as he realized that it was a rival who had arrived - just a familial one instead of a dangerous one . rising from the leaned over position he had taken as he talked to served the blonde , dae finally acknowledged his twin with a piercing glare . “ lovely , ” the glee in his voice was just as feigned as the tight - lipped smile that followed . dae momentarily busied himself , mixing drinks for the few patrons lingering about , all the while internally pleading to whatever higher power would listen to simply compel his twin to leave . when he finally accepted that his twin was here to stay - likely with the sole purpose of annoying him - dae turned to the other , sharply scrutinizing his twin as he attempted to gauge his intentions . “ are you sure you didn’t take a wrong turn ? we don’t serve ‘ daddy’s validation ’ here . ”