Cinderella (Seventeen)

Whipped Cream and a Fighting Machine

Chapter Thirty

*Hansols POV*

Ok so. It's true. I know it's true. She knows it's true now.

It's true. We can't deny it. We are practically the same person anyway. Duh. That's what twins are. I am such a genius.

But, we barely know anything about each other. Other than the fact she practically despises peas.

I know how to be a brother. A big brother though. I know how to annoy the living crap out of Sofia. But, I know how to be a good older brother.

But she is older than me. By a few months. Even though we are twins.

So... Really in theory, we are the same age, because we were conceived at the first time. So that means she's only a few minutes older than me.

Do you get me?

I don't get me. I don't know where I'm going with this.

Back to the original fact.

We barely know each other even though we are practically the same person, aside from blood type. (Apparently different blood type in twins is rare, we just that cool and hipster, ya know?)

Because we barely know each other, we should spend time together, right?

That's what mother Jeonghan suggested anyway. Good old mother.

"Noona, you ready?" I yelled up the stairs from our dorm room door.

"I'm not your noona, we are the same freaking age, literally!" She whined, skipping down the stairs. Her recovery was going pretty well, to say the amount of shit she went through.

She's just one tough cookie.

"Alright alright I'm sorry, you ready?" Holding my hands up in defeat I followed her down the stairs.

"Where are we going?" She asked, sort of dancing around. Giving her the eye, she gave me the same eye back and carried on doing whatever the hell it was she was doing.

4D.

"I uh... Don't know," scratching the back of my head, we both looked around. "There!" Pointing over the road to a park, I grabbed her hand pulling her along behind me.

"What did Seungcheol call this again?" She asked, being dragged along.

"Idiots in crime, basically means sibling bonding time in his weird land," I shook my head. He's the leader of the hip hop unit but let me tell you a deep secret.

He's the weirdest of us all. He has to be to put up with us. Saranghae hyung!

"Here," I pulled her down onto a banking of grass and got comfy opposite her.

"What now?" She laughed. Even her laugh is so much like mine. Honestly it's really scary.

Like have you ever met someone and been like, why are you literally a slightly edited version of me?

"Jisoo didn't tell me what to do after this point," I screwed my face up. What do I do.

"Favourite colour?" She asked shrugging. "Might as well know the deep stuff."

"Well now I think your asking a bit too much," I mocked.

"Jeez I'm sorry, was that a touchy subject?"

This. Like. Excuse me. No. I have enough with Seungkwan being sassy. I don't need another person.

"It is, but seen as we are practically the same you need to know. It's white."