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11. Wonwoo/Mingyu

Wonwoo

I huffed as I flopped down on my new overstuffed couch. This had been Mingyu's couch. We had taken mine and put it in his office since it was so much smaller. Meshing our stuff and finding places for it all was an experience.

Mingyu's stuff had arrived earlier than we had expected. We weren't even finished unpacking my stuff when it arrived. Mingyu had been right. It was a big mess, but it looked like we'd made some serious headway.

We never did make it out for that Korean dinner.

"I think that's the last of them," Mingyu said as he broke down a cardboard box and then set it on the pile of other boxes. There were a lot of them. "Do you know if this building has an incinerator or something? Or do we just call someone and arrange for them to take the boxes away?"

"Uhm..." I had no idea.

"I'll call downstairs and ask in a few minutes. I want to make sure we have all the boxes ready to go so no one has to make a second trip."

Mingyu plopped down on the couch next to me. "It's starting to come together, isn't it?"

"We still need to put some pictures up on the walls and stuff, but yeah." A weird thought flittered through my brain. "I have a lot of family pictures to hang up. How are you going to feel if Wooshik is in those pictures?"

"He's your twin brother," Mingyu replied. "I'm fine with it. Besides, once we get the wedding photos back, we can blow up one of you and me and put it right in the middle of all the pictures. That way, everyone knows I married you."

I lifted an eyebrow. "You do remember we're identical twins, right?"

"You may be identical twins, but you are not identical."

"Huh?"

"I know you're supposed to be identical, and maybe at one time you were, but you're not anymore. Your features are similar, but that's where it ends." Mingyu snorted. "Believe me, you are much better looking than your brother."

My eyebrows lifted. "I am?"

Wooshik had always been the pretty one.

"Yeah, you are. Wooshik is flashy and..." he frowned. "Bright?"

"My brother is bright?"

What the hell did that mean?

"Kind of like a neon sign. The flashy part draws your attention and you look, but you can't keep on looking or you might injure your eyes."

Huh.

"So, Wooshik is a neon sign?"

Mingyu shrugged.

"What am I?"

He chuckled as he scooted closer. He lifted his arm and wrapped it around my shoulders, drawing me closer. "Tell me about your latest project."

"Oh, um, well, there's this plant in South America—"

"How did you learn about it?"

"I read an article by a botanist in Japan that was working on different medical implications the plant might have." I turned as I warmed up to the conversation. "It was a really interesting article. Dr. Freeman has been working on the different properties of the plant and one of them is the same compound I used in that polymer Dr. Teller and I created, but Dr. Freeman also wrote about the medical implications which got me thinking. If I could create a polymer skin that was more resistant to damage, it could be used in prosthetic limbs for veterans and other people. I mean, could you imagine? It could... Why are you smiling?"