“I won’t give you any discount,” the old landlady grumbled. She scanned the messy haired young man in front of her, clicking her tongue in annoyance. It wasn’t the first time the man came and begged her for a discount, but the houses she rented were the cheapest in the area already.

‘Young people nowadays should learn to work harder.’ She tsk-ed.

“I’m a singer! I−I’ll be really successful in the future and you’ll be thankful for having me renting one of your houses!” He said, pleading desperately. The landlady just ignored him.

“Well then, come back here and rent again when you’re famous and wealthy,” she simply retorted, not even sparing him a glance.

Dongho sighed, darting his tongue out at the bitter landlady. (She snorted and mumbled something along the line of ‘rude kids’ in return)

As he run his fingers on his hair, a man (He looked no older than 15 wha−wait, is he holding a baby?) walked towards them. (Oh god he was indeed holding a baby, they’re double baby.)

The landlady only glanced at him, rolled her eyes, and then went back to whatever she was doing. It seemed like it wasn’t the first time that man came here.

            “Excuse me, ma’am.” Dongho heard him spoke. His voice small and wispy.

“Ah, Mr.Lee, it’s you again. I’m still not gonna give you any discount.” She said, sternly, not even looking at him. Dongho can hear the desperate sigh the small man beside him let out.

“Don’t you pity my brother? He’s just a baby and it’s just−I can’t… Please.” He pleaded.

‘It’s not going to work, kiddo, I tried.’ Dongho thought for himself.

Taking off her glasses, the old woman rubbed her temple. She gestured at both Dongho and the small man with her right hand.

“Tell you what, why don’t you two share the house and divide the rent?”

… And that’s when Lee Daehwi realized the presence of a man beside him. (Seriously, though, how can you not see him, Daehwi? He’s like... twice your size.)

He winced, scanning the brawny man beside him. He looked dangerous and scary, with his unkempt hair, obvious stubbles, and scary eyes. He unconsciously tightened his grip on his brother, Seonho, as if trying to protect him from the big bad man.

The man threw him a sharp look (Daehwi would be lying if he said that that didn’t make him want to pee his pants) before going back at the landlady,

“No way, I’m not gonna share a house with a baby… and his baby.”