#fmddojun

Youngmi’s relationship with Dojun was a rather strange on. While she loved her brother and would do almost anything for him, there was an obvious disconnect there between them. She knew that it had more to do with her mother and their father than anything else, but she couldn’t help but want a closer bond with him. It had gotten a lot better as they grew older and Youngmi cut off most, if not all, contact with her mother. She tried her best to reach out and connect with him whenever she could, even amidst her busy schedule, because she felt as though it were one of the few aspects of her life that she could actually control for the most part. She had been trying to schedule some sort of time spent with her older brother for quite some time, but with both of their schedules being filled to the brim, it wasn’t easy. She was finally able to get a few hours with him during one of their slower days. 

Dark eyes lay half-open, slivers behind dropping locks that gently fell by the wayside as the rest of the body rose to a sitting position. Resting a hand against the side of his head, the young man couldn’t help but groan. It had been a strange evening the night before, one in which there had been plenty of facemasks and not enough actual playing of the video game.

It’s main menu still ran, even at this hour. The audio was a dull murmur against ears just returning to their normal function.

The rest of his body wondered why he had allowed himself to partake in such a foolish activity. The consumption of alcohol had never been high on his list, and yet...

A weary groan rumbled from his throat as tired eyes watched the main menu run through its repeating routine.

From the corner of his eye he could see Jun in a less than graceful position on the couch, and lucky for him. Insik had ended up on the floor, after all.

And now he remembered why not eating and alcohol never went well together.