Late into the night, when the full moon began its decent and the clouds, heavy with accumulated and unshed rain, glided sluggishly across the dark sky, the youngest members of the pack gathered in the common room. Their unease had not decreased in the slightest, instead they found their confusion escalating.

The twins, Youngmin and Kwangmin, sat close to the fireplace, their hands clumsily piling up the firewood. A thin splinter dug itself into Kwangmin’s palm. He looked at it, not really comprehending the reason why a thin piece of wood protruded from his skin. Youngmin watched his younger brother stare at the splinter. When it became obvious that he would not move, Youngmin reached over and pinched it out. Their eyes met briefly before they proceeded with their task.

“Hyung?”

“What is it, Kwangmin-ah?”

“Do you think Donghyun-hyungnim’s hands were hurt by splinters too?”

“…Yeah.”

“Oh.”

Thoughts of their eldest brother plagued their minds as they tried to light the fire. They’d often seen Donghyun undertake the task, but they had never given much thought to it as they did now. As their stomachs grumbled, they made to call Hyunseong. The name froze on their lips, leaving a bitter taste.

Youngmin gnawed on his lower lip viciously, feeling hot tears push their way to the brim of his eyelids. Kwangmin looked at his older brother, his older half, with compassionate eyes. He poked at the charred logs, turned them ov