Fire on fire, we're normally killers
With this much desire, together, we're winners
They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners
But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms...
*⚠️⚠️SMUT WARNINGS AHEAD⚠️⚠️*
Me, my brother Jeongin. And my lord and saviour, my father. We're standing and line at the airport. We had just came from Busan to Seoul.
We stood in line for about and hour, and I was getting a bit anxious. 'What if she followed us? What if he followed us? What if-' My thoughts were cut off by my dad gesturing for me and my brother to follow him to the bag section. We grabbed our bags and I quickly ran out of the air port, my anxiety gets worse just thinking about her. The uber was already waiting for us outside the gate.
My dad had already bought a house before we got on the plane to Seoul. The uber has dropped us off at a fairly rich looking house on a rich looking street, my dad worked at a product company, so he was pretty rich.
I grabbed my bags from the trunk of the SUV and speed walked to the front door of the house. 'Wait- What if she's here and she saw me what if. she try's to-'"Jisung! Go help your brother unload his stuff, he looks like he's having a bit of trouble."Father cuts me off. I set my bags down and turn to see a struggling Jeongin trying to lift what looks to be a heavy bag.
I giggled a bit and strolled to the trunk. I grabbed the suit case Jeongin was trying so desperately to retrieve, it wasn't even that heavy. It felt like carrying a microwave.
I carried the case to the living room and set it down. I turned to a Jeongin with a 'Im not having it.' look on his face.
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"Hey! I could have gotten that myself!" He growled. I walked by and patted his shoulder, "Yeah, you keep thinking that bro" I giggled. The fox boy stomped off acting like an actual four year old.
I took my bags upstairs to find where my new room would be. I walked down the hall and found another small flight of stairs which led to a small little door in the ceiling. 'An attic?'I dropped my bags and walked up the small stairs on all fours. I carefully pushed the small door open and peeked my head up.
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(I imagine something like this just without the furniture.) 'Well. This is my room.'I climbed onto the rooms floor and walked around. "Jisung? Dads going to go look at furniture an- What the hell is this?!" Jeongin yelled the last part of sentence. "Hey! I told you to stop using that language! And no yelling in this house!" Dad yelled from downstairs, and earning a quick 'Sorry' From Jeongin.
