I'm not an alcoholic like you

General POV

The twins stared at the door and their faces twisted in anger.

"Fuck!" Seojun cursed out loud and punched the wall while Seojin turned around to head to the counter.

He took out a bottle of whiskey and a glass tumbler, poured himself a full glass before chugging it down like a pro, and refilled the glass, repeating the action till he got tipsy.

This was the only way to calm himself down. Getting a little bit drunk helped him drown his anger. I like him, Seojun actually took out the anger with his fists.

They both had their own ways of cooling themselves off when they were angry, and compared to Seojun's violent side that could actually hurt himself, Seojin's was a little bit acceptable.

"That old man is long gone but he's still causing Hyung to shake so badly." Seojun said with a pissed tone.

He sat by the counter next to Seojin and poured himself a drink. No good hurting himself when he just got a job as a model. He needed to be in tip-top shape so as not to bring problems to his beloved Hyung.

"Argh, should we dig him up and burn up his bones?" Seojun suggested and Seojin took another gulp from his glass.

"What use would that get us? Hyung will still be scared." He said. "Tch, I can't believe that even after all these years, that memory still haunts him deeply." He slammed his glass down. "I hate it."

"If only we didn't leave." Seojun said, slowly drinking his whiskey. "Maybe Hyung would've felt a little bit better."

"We can't change the past." Seojin said, then, his beautiful eyes turned dark and cold. "If we could, I would kill that bastard before he even tried to lay his hands on Hyung." He gripped his empty glass hard to the point that it cracked and he sighed.

He tossed it aside and took another tumbler.

They both went silent, trying to drink themselves into a stupor to avoid their anger from bursting out of control.

This wasn't Italy so the rules worked differently and they definitely couldn't go around beating people because of their new profession. Whatever they did would reflect badly on Dongwoo Hyung so they had to be cautious.

"But just because this is Korea doesn't mean we can't exact a little bit of dominance." Seojun said, his eyes glowing.

"First, we should find out what happened to Hyung after we left. Maybe if we find out the things he passed through, we'll be able to act without triggering painful memories."

"Yeah, good idea. See, that's why you always do the thinking." Seojun snickered.

"For the love of Christ, get your act together. A few glasses and you're already down." Seojin shook his head.

"I'm not an alcoholic like you."

"But at least I can hold my liquor." Seojin smirked. "And besides, you smoke. Stick with that."

"Hm, we make up for each other's missing part. It's enough."

These two, whom Dongwoo feels were too innocent to taint, were in fact too far gone into the world, and the word 'innocent' was honestly a very wrong word to describe them.

Dongwoo's POV

After calming down, I looked around the house. It was almost identical to the twins but it was by an inch smaller. It was great.

There were furniture and even utensils in the kitchen. Gosh, this was too good to be true. This treatment was golden. I must keep this job at all costs.

I stared at the door. Were the twins okay?

I was grateful that they didn't ask me why I was shaking. If they did, I don't know how I would react. I might've burst out crying or thrown up and made matters worse.

They would worry for me and I didn't want that.

"Phew." I let out a sigh of relief.

Well, now I need to pack my things in the studio and move into this perfect apartment.

I wouldn't need a big moving truck since my things were very few. Just a pick-up van will be enough.

I'll throw out all my old and worn-out things. I can't take them to this expensive apartment.

But... I'd need to carry Grandma's things. I can't throw them out no matter what. Even if they were worn out, I'll still take them with me no matter where I go.

I walked out of the apartment, luckily didn't run into the twins, and went home.

I missed taking Lily to the vet on Tuesday so I planned to take her there today but since it was still early, I decided to go home, start packing, and then take her with me when I went out to get dinner.

Aside from my constant negative thoughts and reoccurring bad memories, the days were going quite smoothly and peacefully.

I was happy things were going well but I didn't want to feel completely comfortable, scared that once I did, the curse would start taking effect and take everything from me once more.

You know, it's better to have the people you care about at arm's length than to not see them at all. Keeping the distance... Building a wall... It was far safer when I knew with a little more intimacy, they would disappear from my sight.

So I hoped the twins stayed at the other side of the wall where I could keep seeing and talking to them. I hoped that they didn't cross the invisible line and I hoped I didn't get selfish and greedy to the extent that I broke down the wall I built or crossed the line I drew with my own hands.

"I'm here, doc." I announced as I walked into the vet.

Geumtae looked up from the desk and seeing me, he smiled cheerfully.

"Welcome again, my dear cute customer." He said, waving at me and then he winked. "So, where's my adorable fateful customer's kitten?"

This guy just keeps adding more nicknames. But it's alright. As long as he didn't make any advances, we were okay.

That was my safe plan for a happy future.