THE LEGENDARY HOT GIRL | ATEEZ 18+

16 | YOUR STICK

"No, not like that," Wooyoung corrects my posture for the fifth time. "Are you holding a gun or a foot?! Seriously!"

"I'm trying!" I shout in frustration.

We were both equally annoyed with the teaching process and my inability to follow directions. Maybe I played around a little too much and now Wooyoung's just about had it with me. Seonghwa, who decided that he wanted to supervise, sits in the back and chuckles every now and then. I found myself distracted by his cute, sexy little noises that I fuck up even more trying to hear it.

"Let's get you a taser, huh?" Seonghwa comes up behind me and takes the gun away.

"No, I don't want a fucking taser," I say.

"I wouldn't even give her a taser, pepper spray is more like it," Wooyoung rolls his eyes. "I think maybe you should take up baseball, learn how to swing a bat first."

"You're the one speaking," I scoff. "I've seen you at practice, you can't even run with a stick and you're telling me to learn to swing a bat."

"The stick is heavy," he reiterates loudly.

I narrow my eyes at him, not at all moved by his excuse. "I've seen some really scrawny guys with some pretty large sticks and they seem to carry it very well."

"Are we even talking about the same sticks?" Wooyoung raises his hands in the air, completely agitated with my rebuttal. I almost wanted to hug him for being so painfully adorable even when we bicker.

A part of me felt a bit sad because this was the experience I never got to have with my siblings. While I'm literally eating all this up, my arguments with them were actually real and very hurtful. This, this was amusing. This was what normal family is like.

I break out into devious laughter. "No."

"Instead of worry about anyone else's sticks..." Seonghwa grabs my hand. "I have something I want to show you."

Wooyoung instantly fake gags.

Was he-

"No," Seonghwa shakes his head in defense as he looks between the both of us. "Not that-"

"I'm going to show you the security footage from the shooting," he quickly clarifies. Seonghwa's face is slightly flushed with a hint of annoyance. He playfully raises a hand at his little brother who naturally flinches, only to pretend to lunge at him in return. "Go do your homework or something. Better yet, go practice holding your stick."

"Worry about your own stick," Wooyoung glances at his brothers crotch before storming off.

"Tch, this kid," Seonghwa shakes his head as he watches him until he disappears.

We head off into his study that I've never been into until today. It's the opposite of what I expected his office to look like. First of all, the room is painted eggshell and the curtains are a translucent cream color. The furniture is minimal in different hues of white and tan, basically everything in between that shade range. And there are plants. Lots of them.

And no bookshelf, nothing on the walls except one massive tv screen about the size of the house out back and a family portrait of the brothers.

Seonghwa gestures for me to sit on the chair and I listen. He types in his password and I tried to follow and remember it but he was too fast. I start having ptsd from the time we did typing pacer tests in middle school and I always had the slowest score.