The doorbell rang and the two of you stopped. You looked up at him, shaking your head. He smirked, popping another button and you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Swan? Are you home?" You heard a very famillir voice and stopped, dead. "Sis, if you're in there, you better answer me right now." You pushed Minseok off of you and he fell to the floor. "Is someone in there with you? Is there a boy in there!?" His voice rose in pitch as he began to panic.

"Hold on! Can I finish with my clothes?" You shouted, waving yout hand at Xiumin. He growled low in his throat and you ran back to him, kissing him hard. "There will be more chances."  You whisper and he becomes mist, his shackled still raised. You ran to find another shirt and Minseok stared out the peep hole at your brother.

You return quickly, tossing open the door, not having to fake the irritation in your voice. "What are you doing here? No one called you." You asked, toltong your head and he smirked, laughing a little.

"So... what were you doing when I got here? You sounded... busy." He said, stepping past you. He closed the door behind himself as you sighed heavily.

"Jongdae, you're being absurd." You said, folloing him. Minseok was in step behind you and you smiled, letting your hand slide into his. When Jongdae tossed open the closet doors, you squeezed his hands before letting go. 

"What the actual hell are you doing?" You shout and he shook his head. He walked towards your bedroom and you chase him down. You stand between him and he bedroom, arms out. "Do you mind?"

"So he's in there is what you're saying?" Jongdae asked and  pushed you aside. He ignored you as you cussed him and tossed open your door. He threw open your closet doors and searched everyhwere big enough to hide a body. You had to force yourself not to laugh as he walked passed Minseok in his ghostly form four times. Luckily he was looking for a person and didn't open the drawers. You were sure if he saw Minseok's uniforms folded neatly in them he would have heart failure on the spot.

He stood in the livingroom, hands on his hips, frowing ing and nor entirely convinced, but with no evidence of anyone in the apartment. You stood in front of him, crossing your arms in annoyance. "What do you want jackass?"

"Tea." He said and you looked at him in confusion. "I want hot tea."

"You came all the way down here for tea? Don't you have work to do or a girlfriend to date or something?" You asked, anooyed, and he frowned at you.

"Who travels that far for tea? You have a dance coming up and no date. So who bette to take than your brother?" He said and you rolled your eyes.

"What makes you think I have no date?" you asked and he laughed.

"You don't have a boyfriend. How could you have a date?" Jongdae said, lightly and you sighed heavily. You had never bothered to tell him about Tao, since all it would do is cause trouble. "Are you going to make my tea?" He asked and it infuriated you. How could he be so irritating? You knew exactly what it meant when he got like this. It meant he had made up his mind and would be bull headed about it.

"You get no tea because you're not staying. I've been asked to the dance four times. I have a date." You said and Minseok's eyebrow went up. You forced yourself not to acknowledge him. "So I don't need to be the loser tha