albinism | bl | lookism

Act 5

Bruxism: involuntarily or unconsciously clenching or grinding the teeth, typically during sleep

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| Ep. 22 [ original ] |
| Ep. 5 |

"You're coming here?"

"Yes! I have some business I have to attend over there. Plus, Hiro's already in Seoul, right? Why don't you two come with me tomorrow? Well, at least after your classes."

Miho couldn't help but grin at the news. His mom was coming here! And the three of them were going to spend time with each other; even if it wasn't as long as Miho wanted it to be but he couldn't complain. He and Hiro barely spend any time with their mom because she was always busy.

"I'd love to! Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan! Could you bring Mii-chan over here? I couldn't bring him here before."

"You're referring to me in Japanese, sweetie. But sure, I can bring Mii-chan over there. And hey—" Miho hummed over the phone, his bright and blissful grin never leaving his face. "— in exchange, you and Hiro have to do something for the company, okay?"

"Sure thing! As long as you, Hiro, Mii-chan and I can spend some family time with each other; I wouldn't mind doing some favors, Kaa-chan."

"Oh, thank you, sweetie. Hiro's gonna pick you up tomorrow, okay? You don't know where the company building is, after—"

"I know where it is, Kaa-chan."

"... you planted a tracking chip in Hiro's phone, didn't you?" It was a rhetorical question but the white-haired teen couldn't help but answer. "Maybe or maybe not." He heard a giggle from his mom, his blissful grin reverting back to a sweet smile. "No wonder Hiro bombarded me with messages asking me whether or not I told you where he booked a hotel."

The young teen chuckled, lying down on his bed; his snow-white locks messily splayed over his pillow. "Anyway, do you need any extra allowance?" Miho shook his head but remembered that they were talking over the phone. "Nope. I still have some money left that'll last me for another month."

"You sure?"

"Yup."

"I'll— well, we'll see you and Hiro tomorrow, then."

"Be careful, mom."

"Love you, Miho."

"Love you, too, mom."

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When his mother said that he was going to pick up his twin brother from school, he didn't really expect to have a lot of eyes becoming laser pointers pointed at him. Their gazes were so intense that he could practically hear their thoughts. No, well, he couldn't really hear them.

They were just whispering— could it really be considered a whisper when he could hear them from a few meters away?— about how he looked almost exactly like Miho from the Fashion Department. For the umpteenth time that late afternoon, Hiro sighed while leaning against the family car.

Class already ended over half an hour ago and his younger brother still hasn't arrived. "Don't tell me... my precious brother got kidnapped?! Bullied?! Mugged?! Oh no... what if he's been ra—" Something smacked him over the head, silencing his unnecessary ramblings. He shot the family driver a childish glare, a pout on his lips.