L’s POV:

“Hyung! Hyung! Hyung!” Sungjong screamed yet again.

“What?!” I snapped. Seriously, all day, I’ve been hearing ‘Hyung!’ and it’s seriously getting annoying. And in fact, I’m the second youngest, and I freaking hear the word ‘hyung’ more than Sunggyu hyung does!

“Here, a banana.” Sungjong handed me a banana. Okay, what is going on? Does it have vinegar in it again? Hopefully not. But I’m pretty sure it has something in it. Oh well, nothing we can really do about it. I opened to banana and took a bite.

“What the?!” I instantly spit out the object in my mouth. I looked in my hand to find that there was a piece of paper. Looking around the room, Sungjong was nowhere to be found. Again? I opened the piece of paper and read it.

L hyung~

Mwahaha! If you are reading this, that’s disgusting. It’s been in your mouth, hyung! Anyways, hyung, tomorrow can we have HyunAe noona, the Min’s, and Teen Top come over? I mean, it’s New Years! Please~ *does bunny aegyo* It’s so boring without them, besides, then you won’t have to see them for another 3 days after New Years. Please hyung! Please! We have nothing to do here at the dorm!

                                                                                                          Sungjongie~

Well, obviously you have something to do. You wrote such a long note, and you put it in a banana. How-… You know what? I’m not even going to ask how, because I don’t want to know.

“Lee Sungjong! Why are you asking me? Ask Sunggyu hyung!” I yelled before going back to sleep. What a bothersome kid, asking the wrong hyung. You think I have any authority in this house?

HyunAe’s POV:

“HyunAe!” Kwangmin called my name, again.

“What?!” I snapped. Seriously? What’s with him always calling for me?! He can go talk to Youngmin or something, after all, they’re twins! Oh wait, we’re triplets…

“Sungjong invited us to go to their dorm tomorrow.” He replied, scrolling through his text messages. Ha. His inbox is probably full of texts from Sungjong, after all, they both have no lives. And why is he asking me? It’s not like I have any authority in this house.

Oh wait, we should say okay… Say hello to Myungkitty and PedoMyung on New Years Eve. MWAHAHAHA!

L’s POV:

“Hyung! Hyung! They said that they were coming!” Sungjong screamed from his room, obviously happy that they could make it.

“Is it really that great that they’re coming?” I asked as I walked into his room after taking a shower.

“Hyung, put a shirt on!” Sungjong shrieked as he covered his face.

“Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before.” I smirked, purposely making it sound erted.

“Hyung! You make it sound erted! Oh yeah, Teen Top can make it as well.” Sungjong finally removed his hand from his face. Who knows why he even decided to cover his face. We’re all men after all, unless… Nah. I’ve seen it before. He’s obviously a man.

“Poodle’s coming?” I asked, smirking at my nickname for my annoying player boyfriend.

“He's coming too as well as the rest of Teen Top.And his hair is straight now, hyung.” Sungjong replies while scrolling through his text messages.

“Oh, so he’s a wet dog now?” I smirked again at my creativeness.

“Hyung, that’s not nice!” Sungjong scolded me.

“Why do you have to say hyung in every sentence?” I scowled. I swear, if I hear ‘hyung’ from that kid’s mouth one more time…

“Okay, I’m sorry Kim Myungsoo.” Sungjong rolled his eyes. Oh, my name. He reminded me. How did HyunAe know my name?!

“Yah, did you tell HyunAe my name?” I glared at the maknae.

“Um, hyung. Didn’t you tell her your name?” Sungjong asked.

“No, my real name.” I glared at him again for saying the word again.

“Ohhh, Park Myungsoo?” he smirked right at me.

“Yah!” I yelled at him, glaring at him with my famous Jiu glare.

“What?” Sungjong shrugged. You know what, brat! I’m not an old man in his 40’s who tells jokes on TV and tries to pronounce ‘Would you like something to drink?’ without an accent, but in the end sounds cheap. I can pronounce spaghetti perfectly, no accent at all.

After a few minutes of watching TV, Sungjong’s phone went off.

“Yah, check your texts.” I told Sungjong, pushing him off his lazy .

“OMO!” He shrieked like a girl. Literally, LIKE. A. GIRL.

“MWOH?!” I jumped up at the high pitched shriek.

“APink is coming!” Sungjong looked up. We looked at each other and gasped. …

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