The Dyers Are Deadly

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His butler should shut up.

Chiko doesn't pay the old man to nag him about his fucking eye bags or about his decision to stay up and sit by the fire with a clear view of the front door an hour past his bedtime or about his classes tomorrow morning.

"David," he drawls, not turning his head, "who's the lord of this manor again?"

Even without looking, Chiko knows the old bastard is rolling his eyes. "As you like to remind me every so often—you, Sir."

Chiko tries really, really hard not to roll his eyes, too. It's quite difficult. "Then go away."

David shuffles to the kitchen, probably to make him tea or coffee, grumbling about his 'messed up sleeping schedule' and 'arrogance from his father'.

Chiko looks at the door again and glares at it when it doesn't open in the next five seconds. His teeth grits. Where the fuck is she.

He kneads his forehead with his fingers, leaning his elbow on the armrest of the couch as he stares at the fire. He shuts his eyes and his eyebrows furrow together when a particular sharp pain jabs at his temple. God fucking damn it—

His eyes fly open the second keys jingle outside the door.

Chiko stands up before David can turn around and throws it open. "Where the fuck—"

Ricci grins at him. "Hey, hyung."

Chiko pushes his tongue against his cheek and turns away, dragging his feet back to the couch.

Ricci chuckles as he steps inside, shaking the dampness away from his hair. "Waiting for someone else?"

"Fuck off." Chiko massages his head again.

"Your bag, Mr. Jeon." David holds his hand out to him, meeting him in the entryway.

Like always, Ricci shakes his head and pats his shoulder. "I got it, Dave. Thanks." He plops down on the couch, and on instinct, Chiko moves further away, putting distance between them.

Ricci takes a cookie from the jar on the center table and blinks up at him. "You're wearing gloves. In pajamas."

"Accidents happen," Chiko hisses. "Can you just fuck off and go sleep with my sister? She fell asleep waiting for you."

Ricci grins. The little shit. "If you say so, hyung."

Chiko grabs a cookie and throws it in his face. Ricci laughs at him. "You know what I fucking meant."

"Tea, Master Chiko." David goes to put down the cup in front of him.

"No," Chiko bites out. God, his head fucking hurts.

"Rude. Isn't he rude?" Ricci takes the cup and smiles at him. "Thank you, Dave."

"David," the butler correct monotonously. Like he does every day since Ricci fucking moved in.

He nods like he's going to start calling him David tomorrow (but never actually does) and moves to take a sip of the tea, but he nearly shatters the cup when a door slams open upstairs. "Ricci?"

Fucking hell.

Chiko moves out of the way when Myc tosses herself on Ricci's body on the couch, giggling like a fucking schoolgirl. Her arms are around him and his arms around her and she cups his face and kisses him.

Chiko looks away. He can never get used to the sight of his sister being able to touch someone freely.

And be touched so freely in return.