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She was peacefully sleeping on a couch, the things happening in her life seemed like a dream. There was no Yuta, no flirting Hansol who kept claiming she was still his girl and the best part was that Taeyong reciprocated her feelings. A smile formed on her face when Taeyong pressed butterfly kisses on her lips- the two of them giggling. They seemed so happy, she just wished it could be real.
Her dream was rudely interrupted by a body throwing itself on the couch, almost hitting her in the process. However the movement woke her up.
Norway opened her eyes, feeling already annoyed by the rude awakening. Of course she knew that she would never be with Taeyong, that's why she didn't want her dream to end.
"Could you not" she complained while stretching her legs.
A hand pushed her legs off the couch, causing half of her body to fall on the ground.
"Brat, just be grateful you could sleep on my couch and you're even taking up all the space" an irritated voice replied her.
Norway rolled her eyes as she picked up her body to sit down next to the ball of irritation. She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, ready to attack.
"Don't you dare" a warning voiced called out to her.
Feeling caught she looked at him while blinking her eyes innocently, "but I wasn't doing anything Nantes".
It was Nantes this time who rolled his eyes, "you might be my little sister, but I will fight back if I have to".
"I hate you" she muttered back.
Nantes simply shrugged since he didn't care. He knew how she really felt about him and even though they didn't always get along, he knew that she loves him. They didn't always show it, especially when she spend the night at his apartment. Which mostly happened whenever Hansol brought a girl home with him. He knew how awkward his sister felt when her ex-boyfriend was doing some girl in their apartment, that's why she fled her home to have her own peace.
Nantes realized that his sister has rarely been spending the night on his couch the last few weeks. He wondered if there was something going on in their home.
"Brat, you haven't been staying her in a while" he started, "why are you here now".
She shrugged, "new roommate".
"Hansol moved out?".
"Nope, I now got a third one".
Nantes took a sip of his drinking, "what about Hansol? Normally you come over when he wants to bang".
Norway slapped her forehead with the palm of her head when she heard her brother's choice of words. Leave it to him to make something sound even worse.
"He hasn't been sleeping around that often, and sometimes he goes to their house or I guess he waits until I'm asleep".
"Considered".
It was moments like these where she wanted to slap her brother for being so dry, for not putting emotions in his words or making at least a full sentence instead of cropping it into words.
"I suppose" she replied, knowing very well how much her brother hated when she played the same game as he did.
Without a word she stood up to walk towards his room. Nantes followed her figure with his eyes, knowing very well what his sister was planning.
"Don't take the shirts on the hanger" he called out to her.
Norway replied with an simple 'ok' before opening his closet, being welcomed by the mess in his closet. It always amused her how his entire house was always tidy and clean, the only exception being his closet. Looking through his folded shirts, she took out a black one- her favorite.
She switched shirts before walking back towards the living room to throw her own shirt on her bag so she could wash it at home. When she took a seat on the couch she noticed her brother had made her a cup of tea.
"Don't say anything" Nantes mumbled.
They sat in silence on the couch, the only sounds you could hear was the two of them slurping their drink and the faint sounds of the TV. The silence was fine for her, the two of them didn't always need to talk.
"Sis, who's your new roommate".
She let out a sigh, there went the peace and quiet. Now she had to tell him about Yuta- leaving things out of the story of course.
"He's from Japan, his name is Yuta".
"Nakamoto" Nantes growled.
Confused she gave her brother a nod, wondering why he suddenly sounded so angry.
"You better stay away from him", Nantes put down his cup before looking at his sister, "that guy is no good. All he does is sleep around with girls and not caring about their feelings. He's a player".
"I figured" she replied her brother, "but don't worry about me, I can fight back".
Nantes started to laugh as he ruffled up her hair.
"Your thoughts are nice but we both know you won't fight him" he rested his hand on her shoulder, pulling his little sister closer towards him, "but now that I know who your roommate is, it's okay if you want to sleep on my couch whenever you want to get away".
Norway wrapped one arm around her brother while the other was holding onto her cup, "I don't say this often but you're a good brother".
He chuckled, "you really don't say that often but it's okay, we know it without using the words".
Their moment of peace was suddenly rudely interrupted by her phone going off, with an raised eyebrow she looked at Nantes. She wondered who it was, but she didn't feel like getting up to check the caller ID.
"It's probably Hansol, he already called like four time while you were asleep" Nantes said with a shrug, "but I thought you two were having a fight so I told him that I don't know where you are".
"No problem, I'll call him back later and tell him I just woke up because I love this show".
