Polaroid | Haitani brothers

四十三

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You woke up when you felt a ray of heat burning into your skin, slowly sat up. The hangover took immediate effect and hit you like a truck, your hands flew to support your front temple. You hissed in pain— how much did you drink?

You yawned and stretched your arms out when you felt your entire body aching and sore. You scanned the interior— "Achoo!" you sneezed and started sniffling as you rubbed the tip of your nose.

A faint smile appeared on your face, you got up from the ground and dusted your clothes. "Interesting" You made your way to the bathroom and started your work.

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"y/n?" The front door opened, 2 figures walked in, one was taller than the other— the taller figure was clothed in a black turtleneck and a caramel long coat paired with long black pants. The slightly shorter figure is in a loose cream-colored knitted sweater and brown pants.

Both figured walked inside the apartment, the plank of the squeaky clean wooden floor creaks every time small steps were made. Bags of garbage were tied up and laid neatly along the hallway. A fresh lemon scent swept the air.

They continued walking and in no time, they were greeted by the h/c haired girl sleeping soundly on the ground of what used to be a futon the 3 of them shared. As if muscle memory took over her, she slept right in the middle— her spot on the mattress in-between the brothers. 

"I'll protect the flowers." — she muttered under her breath, still in a deep sleep.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes open, the room grew dimmer than you last remembered. A warm tone engulfed the room as your hugged your knees and stared out the balcony window. You stared at the orange semi-circle on the horizon, mesmerized by its beauty. 

"This sure brought back memories." a voice came from behind. You turn your head back at the voice, to your surprise you saw 2 familiar figures sitting beside you, both of them were leaning on the wall. The gelled male spoke with his arm crossed and the mullet rested his chin on one knee.

"Why are the both of you here?" you asked without a thought. You knew this apartment was owned by them but your drunk self just had to come back here like an idiot. You technically busted your own identity, the same identity you tried so hard to deny. 

"We lived here. What are YOU doing here?" Rindo passed the question back to you. Even though they have the evidence they needed to prove your identity, he wanted to corner you so you'd admit it yourself. 

"Cool. No idea, I woke up here." 

"Ah— completely normal to clean a random house you woke up in?" Ran stated sarcastically. 

"The last I remember, cleaning a random house isn't as bad as digging into somebody's past." you challenged, you heard a soft gasp from the younger brother—bullseye. You did have a minor suspicion that they'd dig into your past after the confrontation so you decided to test it out and it seemed like you were right.