Yang Yoseob knows Yoon Doojoon. His parents, too, know Yoon Doojoon. His sister knows (fangirls over) Yoon Doojoon. The entire neighborhood knows Yoon Doojoon—the perfect golden boy of the Yoon family. Yoseob even thinks the entire population of birds and flies and ants and mosquitoes and grasses and flowers and everything in their neighborhood knows Yoon Doojoon. They all know him, they all like him, no, they all love him. The boy with perfect manners and perfect smile.

Not only in the neighborhood. Girls chase him around at school—plotting every way possible to declare their love for him, shouting on top of their lungs for him during his soccer game, even making a support project for him—well, girls love him. Teachers love him too—the boy with perfect manners and perfect scores. Even the workers at school know him and love him, too.

To sum it up, Yoon Doojoon is that kind of person who’s popular with perfect manners and loved by everyone.

So, Yoseob is seriously questioning that person currently sitting on his bed, on Saturday night, solemnly reading the comic he just snatched away unceremoniously from Yoseob’s hands.

Sometimes Doojoon would just fall flat on his bed—even though he’s currently laying on his bed too so basically Doojoon is attempting a murder because Yoon Doojoon is heavy. Sometimes Doojoon would just kicks his door shut and drags Yoseob away from his desk during midterm week (Yang Yoseob—being a diligent boy that he is—is studying. He’s studying and Yoon Doojoon—just—sigh) and rambles about unimportant stuffs like Dongwoon’s newest lego collection or what’s Junhyung been listening from his iPod because he’s looking so emo 24/7. Sometimes Doojoon barges in with food and eat them in front of Yoseob with no intention of sharing.

The perfect mannered Yoon Doojoon is long gone the moment the older boy stepped into Yoseob’s room.

It’s always like that. It’s always like that but then Yoseob always finds himself questioning it over and over again.

“Why are you here again?”

“I need to take a break.”

“From what?”

“Being a perfection.”

Yoseob scoffs as he jumps on his own bed, slightly hits Doojoon’s legs in the process.

“If only everyone knows how Yoon Doojoon really behaves—they won’t worship you so hard it’s ridiculous.”

Doojoon snickers a little—usually he would just scoffs back or shoves Yoseob away but this new reaction actually makes Yoseob blinks.

“What?”

“Nothing,” the older boy says—he put his arm around Yoseob’s shoulders and pulls the younger close to him, “But I think you need to realize that this is a privilege only Yang Yoseob can enjoy, obviously. You should be grateful.”

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Yoon Doojoon knows Yang Yoseob. His parents, too, know Yang Yoseob. His sister knows Yang Yoseob—likes the younger boy a little too much in his opinion, because Yang Yoseob is the epitome of cute. The entire neighborhood knows Yang Yoseob—the kind and helpful boy of the Yang family. They all know him, they all like him, they all obviously love him. The kind and helpful boy with cute smile, cute dimples decorating his cute face.

The entire school population loves Yang Yoseob to death—the kind and helpful boy with perfect scores and perfect manners and beautiful, beautiful voice. They just melt right on their spot the moment Yang Yoseob starts to smile and slowly close his eyes and sings his heart out.

Which happens to Yoon Doojoon, too.

He just stands there, dumbstruck, staring in awe, mouth slightly open embarrassingly (Yoseob laughs at him so hard and so loud and so long afterwards but Doojoon thinks it’s okay, he won’t shove the younger boy over it, it’s really worth it because—Yoseob’s voice—) and even after Yoseob’s solo performance ends during school’s recital (in which Yoseob forced him to come), he still can’t budge an inch.

(How could you all people function normally after an angel showers you with heavenly voice?, Doojoon wants to ask them one by one loudly but that would taint his image a little so h