“Should I be scared or relieved that you and my sister seem to get along so well?” Hyukjae joked, staying as still as possible as to not disturb the younger. 

Donghae snickered as he finally fastened the little flower into the braid, continuing to entwine the strands together, “she’s my sister too now.” 

“Not officially,” Hyukjae could sense the dissatisfaction roll off the younger as soon as the words had been said so he continued in an effort to correct things, “but she will be when we get married.”