He understood obsession. He understood it very well. He knew the feelings of never having enough of something, always wanting that one thing to be around you. He knew of the desire to have that one thing all to yourself for the rest of eternity.

Youngmin probably understood better than anyone would give him credit for, because no one knew of his obsession. Gently, Youngmin allows the ghost of a whisper to pass his lips, letting out the name of his obsession.

"Kwangmn."

He knew what he felt was wrong, but he had come to terms with it, because what he saw in front of him had to be even more wrong than wanting to bed your own twin. Youngmin sighs and gives a halfsmile as he watches his twin pranced from the iving room to their bedroom and back again.

In his pikachu costume, that was only halfway on.

Youngmin sighs as the brother trips on his oversized costume feet. This had to be punishment from some divine force.

To be in love with your twin that was obsessed with Pikachu.

Surely this was a joke.