Yoseop woke up as the sunlight showed itself from outside. He yawned and stretched his arms, eyes closed. "What time is it?" He opened one of his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. "12 pm? Still early." He said. He looked beside him, nobody was there. "Stupid Doojoon, didn't let me go clubbing last night." He mumbled and pouted. 

"Woohoo! Did I just see a womanizer, pouting like a little kid?" A voice chuckled. "Yaa! Yoon Doojoon! Are you jealous that this womanizer is cuter than you? You are not cute anyway. You have wrinkles all over your face." Yoseop did a circle with his finger, pointing it at Doojoon's face. "Do you wanna die? Slowly or immediately?" Doojoon scoffed, his blood boiling in his head. "None." Yoseop answered.

"Yoseop." Doojoon called as both of them were eating at the dining table. "What?" Yoseop asked, drinking his juice while turning his head to Doojoon. "Get a job." Doojoon said. Yoseop who was shocked, spit the juice out right on Doojoon's face. Yoseop's eyes widened. "Yaa! You short little pabo small head idiot!" Doojoon cursed. "I don't wanna get a job! I can't! I don't have any experiences and I climbed up the trees when there were exams!" Yoseop denied, not even bothered to help Doojoon wiping his face. "And who's gonna take care of this house?" Yoseop continued.

"Yangyo, listen. My friend owns a shop and it is not really far from this house. He got you to work at night and it really makes me happy because you won't be able to go clubbing anymore." Doojoon said and smirked. "And you can take care of this house in the morning, afternoon and evening. I will be taking care of this house when I get home at night and you will go to work." Doojoon explained.

"No, I won't do it!!!" Yoseop got up harshly, making the chair he was sitting on flipped. "You are not my brother, you are not my father, you are not my family! Why do you care about me going to clubs and all?!" Yoseop asked. "Yang Yoseop! I did this because I am your family, I am your cousin, remember? Do you forget about your late father's words?" Doojoon asked. Yoseop glared. "What did he say?" He pretended not to remember.

Flashback...

"Yoseobbie, come here." Mr Yang smiled as the 4-year-old Yoseop ran into his arms.

"Appa! Buy me that teddy bear!" Yoseop asked, pouting.

"Promise me one thing first." Mr Yang chuckled.

"What is it, appa?" Yoseop blinked.

"When you grow up someday, be a good person and don't make umma and appa disappointed, okay? If you break this promise, appa will make you pay!" Mr Yang tickled Yoseop.

"Haha, appa! S-Seobie will b-be a good p-person! P-Promise! Haha!" Yoseop laughed.

End of flashback...