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“I’m so hungry I could eat Lyon.”

Eli halted entertaining Yenna, taking a moment in stunned silence, before snapping his head towards you so fast you feared that he might've hurt his neck. “...what?” he voiced out, just in case he didn't hear that right. He must've misheard that.

“I’m so hungry I could eat Lyon,” you repeat, expertly hiding the smile of mischief that threatened to appear on your face.

He stared at you, mouth slightly agape, running a hand down his face, before hiding it on Yenna's hair. “Where did you get the name of my old cat?” he grumbled, voice muffled. The toddler babbled, seemingly entertained. She was smiling while making grabby hands at you from Eli’s lap.

You let out a small laugh, watching his reaction. “Sally told me,” and she did, in your little conversation while running grocery trips for Hostel. “She even told me how quiet and edgy you were back–”

“Stop. That's enough embarrassment for the day. I get it,” Eli cut you off, looking up from behind Yenna. He would never use her as a shield, but in this circumstance, he's using his child as a barrier between your gaze and his flustered face. “Stop it.”

Unfortunately for him, you found it cute. “I can't. It seems so unfitting to see you act as an edgelord, but it still suits you. I can see you as some sort of hissy, soggy cat. She said you were quite the troublemaker. Like. My sweet, sweet Eli was an angsty troublemaker,” you were just teasing the living daylights out of him now.

He frowned, brows furrowed and clearly displeased. “This is amusing you,” he remarked, a low murmur. It was a statement, not a question.

“Yeah,” you didn't even deny it. You loved messing with him.

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“What is… this,” you wave your hand, gesturing towards the client that sat on the stool, being worked on by Eli Jang. You kept your voice low, so that only he could hear, while the customer was busy staring at his face. It wasn't her that you found weird— rather… the hairstyle she was about to get.

You knew she was only getting a haircut so she could spend more time gawking at the pretty boy in the beauty dept. You almost felt bad for her. Sure, she gets to see him up close and have him touch her hair, but is it really worth it? Those microbangs aren't flattering her face shape… What the fuck is Eli thinking?

The snipping of scissors only made things worse, making you grimace a little. Every cut led to her bangs getting unnecessarily shorter, to the point it was beginning to stand in different directions. It hurts to look at. You rip your gaze away from what was happening, not being able to stare at it any longer. As an aspiring hairdresser, this wounds you.

“I'm trying something new,” he plainly states, cutting off another chunk of hair. It took everything within you not to take the scissors away from him. Eli looks so carefree about it— taking snips without a fuck about the world. 

You cringe. “That is not a good idea.”

He smiles, and you mentally strangle yourself for finding him pretty. “Come on, it'll be trendy in a year. Trust me,” you do not trust him. Unfortunately, due to his lethal face card, the client does.

For the sake of your sanity, you turn around. Praying to the salon gods that Eli won't take hairdressing professionally.

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✦ TWIN TELEPATHY

Yuseong feels a tingle run down his spine. Not from a chill— the workers’ owned building had a good heating system— and definitely not because he's scared. There's nothing to be scared of here. It's like a sixth sense. A sibling sense. Something he feels whenever his twin is either in trouble or up to something that might put him in danger.

He sure does hope it's not either.

He dragged his body up, abruptly standing from sitting cross-legged on the floor, alarming Mandeok, who raised an eyebrow when seeing him suddenly stop playing games on his phone. A step. Another— and he's walking towards the room adjacent to this one. Like his senses were a compass, he was guided towards the door.

Not even knocking, he swung the door open. It creaked, nearly slamming against the wall at his entrance. Inside was Yoojin, sitting on the desk situated at the center of the room. He raised an eyebrow at his sudden intrusion. “... Yuseong?” he asked, looking up from the papers on his table.

Said person was scanning the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary, before sauntering towards the desk, stepping behind him in an alert stance, ready to fight come the time. He's prepared to protect, staying inside the room to keep guard over his brother. Yoojin thinks he must be feeling like something's about to happen, trusting his instincts.

A few awkward moments of silence passed, before Yoojin sighs, going back to reading through work-related documents. “I see,” he smiles, understanding what was going on. Of course he does. He's Yoojin, leader of the workers; naturally, he's quick at analyzing and understanding. He reaches for a cup of tea, barely taking a sip before–

— he burned his tongue. Spitting out his drink comedically.

Ah, so that must be the danger he was sensing.

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