"Silly. Mom's as strict as a police how can I even take drugs," then he heard him chuckle on the other line. "But seriously, I need you to help me on this. You know my passion, right? Photography! And since mom and dad won't take it seriously, I want to prove that my chosen field is worth the defiance. Please, dongsaeng-ah?" Chanho pleaded. Chanyeol growled in frustration, making sure his brother would hear it.

 

 

"...so?"

 

 

"How about my work?" he asked instead. He swore he heard his brother's girlish squeals and how he wanted to smack his face very much identical to his except from the small mole not too visible on his lower lip.

 

"You're a stock broker, Yeollie-ya. You can work without even going to your workplace. You can just work through your beloved laptop, right? I love you so so so much! Let's meet next week for the details! Sweet sugar-coated dreams, Park Chanyeol! Chu~~!!"

 

"Grrrr...!!!" Chanyeol uttered in response and quickly ended the call. He brushed his hair with his hand and wondered if he had made the right decision. 

 

Pretending to be Park Chanho is like pretending to be the jerkest among all the jerks, the silliest among all silly people, and the stupidest among all stupid people––complete opposite of him.

 

He's not a narcissist––No. He's just way too different from his brother. Their personalities were worlds apart, their hobbies and favorites were way too different. He's not the type to be ordered around. He was the one who gave orders. And his brother, proving how impotent he was by agreeing to marry this Kris Wu whatever-and-whoever-he-is for the sake of a stable business relationship ties, was just... Stupid. Plain stupid.

 

"Should I hire stupid people so I can learn how to act stupid too?" Chanyeol sarcastically asked himself as he went near the glass wall of his condo unit, eyes welcomed by the alluring beauty of sunrise in Los Angeles, California.