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Suddenly, Gongmyung and Doyoung were even closer than imaginable.

While Taeyong was busy working most nights, Doyoung and Gongmyung would visit the Neo with friends or go to the arcade—wasting half a day's salary to get a Sailor Moon plush for their mother's collection.

During the day, right after classes, Gongmyung would pick Doyoung up from campus and take them back to their parent's house for dinner and games. It was the stuff made of dreams for Doyoung. They would be knee-deep in snacks, monopolizing the smaller space with shouting over glitches, screaming over victories, dodging the shoes their mother would throw from downstairs to get them to shut up.

Like clockwork, Taeyong would walk into their parent's house at seven minutes to eight with pizza and drinks in one hand and his game controller in the next, the noise rising tenfold. The parents would complain but were quite content with seeing Gongmyung and Taeyong in the pressed shirt and slacks and Doyoung sitting on the floor between them as they shoveled snacked in their faces as they kept playing, to their parent's nostalgia.

"Boys look up!" Mrs. Kim said as she stepped in front of the TV to take a photo on is a camera.

"Mom!" Doyoung shrieked.

"Auntie!" Taeyong whined.

"Eomma!! We're trying to win HERE!" Gongmyung cried as their team lost.

But of course, Doyoung would always get sleepy first.

"Sleepy?" Gongmyung asked softly petting Doyoung's head affectionately and Doyoung nodded before leaning against his brothers' knee. "Rest on me, I'll wake you when we're done,"

Doyoung nodded, leaning and Gongmyung smiled, sweetly ruffling Doyoung's dark stands.

Taeyong silently watched, a lump growing in this throat.

Doyoung was dead asleep, slumped like a rock in minutes before Gongmyung gently helped him up just enough to help him on the couch. Taeyong watched with filled a deep sense of warmth in his chest as he watched Doyoung curl up on the couch and Gongmyung unfolded a blanket over his frame.

Gongmyung sighed and looked over to Taeyong who was next to him. "Let's get some food, I'm starved."

In the kitchen, both of them notices a few dishes in the sink and mutually decided that helping clean the sink would result in fewer slippers being thrown at the pair.

Amid their quiet tandem washing, Taeyong decided to break the comfortable silence. "You and Doyoung seem to be doing great."

Gongmyung sighed and furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he scrubbed a plate with a bit more effort than needed. "Yeah, I didn't realize how much of a dick I was. I really hurt him." Gongmyung sighed, defeated. Perching his hands on the rim and chuckled mirthlessly. "I guess that's my wave, huh? Hurting my dongsaengs. Being a shitty brother to the people that need me."

"Stop it," Taeyong nudged Gongmyung before drying his hands. "You're doing your best." he snickered as he dried the dishes.