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The truth is, I never thought of writing a short story. This is the first story. The reason was because the happiness was overwhelming from the twin moments at three fan meetings in a row, plus the plot grew and couldn't be stuffed into Can-I, so it could be developed into a special fic. Hmm..actually, That it is a short story is not short. If you say it's a long story, it's no longer a long story.

In summary, this is a (presumably) slightly edited version of last year's twin birthday fic. The point of the story is that I want to correct the mistake, but I regret the day when Haha found trouble for myself to sit and be confused with a completely new article page.

We are so similar that we can hardly be separated.

“Jo Youngmin! I like you. Can you please date me!?”

The brave little girl asked loudly and clearly. Even though his face was red, his large eyes stared at his interlocutor with over a hundred determination.

"It can't be.." The young man who had suddenly confessed his love answered equally plainly. “I'm not Youngmin. Go ask the doctor yourself."

"Oh, eh?"

"That's it. Walked over there."

"Eh? Eh!? Eh!?”

The girl let out a surprised cry and turned around, looking between the boy who had just walked away and the boy who was approaching. Both of them have almost the same face. They are so similar that you can hardly find any differences. Everything is the same as if they were the same person.

But wait a minute. If the person walking this way is Jo Youngmin, the older twin, then does that mean the person she's talking to is Jo Kwangmin, the younger twin!?

What should I do? Confess to the wrong person.

"returned"

A familiar voice called out to Kwang Min who was staring at the rectangular screen showing his favorite cartoon on the sofa in the living room, turned around towards the door and greeted him.

"So you're back? How are you?"

“What happened?” Youngmin asked, furrowing his brow.

"What about that woman?"

"woman? Which one?"

“Well.. never mind.” Kwang Min shrugged his shoulders and turned back to sitting and watching TV as usual.

There have been many times where love letters have been slipped under the table or sometimes I've been confessed because I thought he was Young Min. It's really frustrating. both studying and sports He didn't have anything inferior. But why is Youngmin always the one who gets the most attention?

We are so similar that we can hardly be separated.

But excluding appearances, we have nothing in common.

After the end of the last lesson Most of the students have gradually left school. There were only some students who were there doing club activities, but every evening, those who didn't have clubs like Kwangmin were still in school. The reason?

knock knock

"Please come."

When allowed Kwangmin then opened the door to the student committee room and looked left and right. If you knew that there were only people in the room who were looking for you, you wouldn't waste time knocking on the door.

"Yong, have you gone home yet?"

"Still can't go back. The work isn't finished yet." The owner of the nickname looked up and replied. He pointed out a pile of documents for the person asking to look at, then raised his hand and moved his glasses back into place before lowering his head to continue working.

"Can't you do it tomorrow?"

"Really not. It's very urgent. Today you go back first."

We all know how hard the student committee is. And still went to accept the position of vice president for the sake of seniors who knew each other again.

Bang!

Kwang Min turns and walks out of the room and slams the door shut.

So bored

Since entering high school, Youngmin has only done student committee work. No matter how much he does, it never seems to decrease. The more you do it, the more it will increase without end. Especially during this time, we were so busy that we didn't go home together at all. No.. even though we live in the same house. In the morning we hardly even came to school together.

Does he still have a twin brother!?

“You are Jo Youngmin, right?”

Not far from the school boundary, a group of three or four male students suddenly walked up and stood in the way. Even though they were dressed incorrectly, looking at their school uniforms, they knew that the other person was in their class. High school from the same school

“If yes..then why?” Kwang Min annoyed him back. Why are there so many people accusing him of being Young Min these days?

"So I can clean up my old account!"

pop!!

He didn't say a word, his clenched fist flew against his left ear, causing his thin body to fall down and lie covered in dust. You can barely see the stars in broad daylight. Haven't had time to get ready yet. His shirt collar was pulled from behind until his body was almost lifted off the ground.

Kwangmin shook his head to dispel the dizziness and raised his elbow to jab the person behind him in the stomach, causing him to be freed. The young man raised his foot and kicked the person in front of him. He bent down to grab his bag and shuffled his legs to run away from the loud shouts that followed behind him.

This is National Unlucky Day!

"I'm back."

As soon as the voice of the person waiting was heard Youngmin almost came to the door. “Yah! Where did you wander off to? Why did you come home late?— Kwang!! What happened to your face!?"

“Just a little.” Kwang Min lowered his head and took off his shoes. He tried to turn away to hide the bruises on his face. But it seems to be slower than Youngmin's eyes and two hands holding his shoulder to turn to face him.

"Yah!! Just a little bit of what—"

"Shh! Can you lower your voice a little? I don't want Mom and Dad to know," Kwang Min protested. Then he looked around and looked for other people.

“There's no one at home right now. His parents took Hyun Min to see the private school. Please tell me who did it."

“I don't know, those guys came to find trouble for you. You are the one who has to answer to me about where you made enemies.”

"And do I know which ones? Come on, sit here and wait," Youngmin said and led the younger twin by the arm to sit at the dining table. before running to get a towel wrapped in ice and put it on the cheek

Good thing tomorrow is Saturday. If you stayed in the room all day, Mom and Dad probably wouldn't notice the bruises. Plus, you don't have to go to school and have your whole class ask you what happened to your face. Kwang Min thought about it and sighed softly. He took a shower and changed clothes and was sitting in his bedroom waiting for Youngmin.

"Does it still hurt anywhere else?"

Kwang Min looked up at the person asking and shook his head, "No, it was just one punch."

“So, do you remember anyone's face?” Youngmin sat down next to him and asked, examining the bruises and then taking out some medicine from the first aid box.

"Um, I don't remember everyone. Why?"

“Then tell me as much as you can remember.” Youngmin said as he held the younger twin's face and gently applied medicine to the red bruise.

"Hmmmm. It's hard to explain. Can you draw a picture instead?"

I don't know what Young Min will do with the picture he drew. Three or four days later I seemed to be a little more interested in him. But in the end, the same cycle It turned around and came back anyway. Youngmin left the house early in the morning. At school he disappeared for most of the day. After school, you still have to work. By the time he returned home it was dark. No matter what, anyone I only called for Youngmin. As it got closer to the sports day, there were gatherings to pretend to be playing.

If you're a workaholic like this Is it a good idea to move to a school right now!!?

We are so similar that we can hardly be separated.

But excluding appearances, we have nothing in common.

No matter what You are the most important to me.

"Oh! Youngmin hyung, why did you come back so early today?”

A greeting from the side made Youngmin stop humming and turn to look. But I didn't see anyone so I had to lower my head a little more. "Oh, my work is all finished, Hyun Min."

Today, Youngmin doesn't have to work in the evening. Because the old work that good seniors had helped to accumulate for many months was completely wiped out by them (?) since yesterday. This evening, just contacting and proceeding with the matter that was submitted a little, it is considered that his duty has been completed. But when we returned to the student committee room, we couldn't find the person we thought was waiting for us, so we had to hurry home as you saw.

“So where have we been? You're so ragged."

"Let's go play football," the little brother of the house answered brightly.

"Are you hungry yet? I have something to eat for you. Go wash your hands before you go,” Youngmin said, holding up a small plastic bag to confirm his words.

Hyun Min nodded and bounded into the house. Once he was able to shake his sneakers off his feet, he sprinted to the kitchen. Let the eldest brother close the door and come to complain. It also relates to the matter of not keeping things in an official manner while unpacking the sweet corn to deliver. Hyun Min made a loud noise, accepting his words.

that I don't really listen to attentively Even though Youngmin hyung complained about things like this, he still kept it to himself.

"Do you want to eat corn? It's really hot." Youngmin invited the people walking downstairs with a smile. But Kwang Min walked past and picked up a water bottle from the refrigerator without even looking at the person asking.

"I'm full," he said, then turned and walked up the stairs into the room. Leaving Youngmin standing still. The wide smile that remained on his face turned into a completely bland smile.

“You guys..are you fighting?” Hyun Min guessed at the situation. Comparison between twin brothers It's normal for Brother Kwang Min to speak little. When arguing, it's normal to speak loudly because after a while they'll be nice to each other. But if it gets to the point of ignoring each other like this, something serious must have happened.

“Ah, it's not really a quarrel. Sigh..what should I do with this thing?"

“Put it in the refrigerator. Didn't you buy it for Kwangmin? He'll just eat it himself." Hyun Min suggested and proceeded to nibble on his own sweet corn.

"Kwang, aren't you finished getting dressed yet?"

"Oh, just a moment."

Several minutes have passed. Youngmin walked back and opened the room door to ask again.

"Are you finished yet? What are you doing?"

"Tie a necktie"

“Then hurry up. Today is the first day of school. It'll be late."

“I know, so you're in a hurry, can't you see?” Kwangmin replied without taking his eyes off the large mirror in front of him. He tried to untie and re-tie the knot several times, but it still didn't come out in shape.

"Are you sure it's a take-tie?" If you don't know how to tie, just tell me and I'll teach you.”

Kwang Min bared his teeth and turned around. I'm going to scold the twin brother for being so picky. But when he saw the neat tie on Youngmin's neck, he had to shut his mouth and reluctantly nodded his head in acceptance.

Youngmin smiled and walked over to stand behind him. The height overlap is slight, causing the head to tilt sideways. Before reaching out to untie the tie knot that was messy like the tie's eyebrows, he began to tie it anew while explaining how to tie it. “Look, take this side of the tie and wrap it over here first..like this.

Then take the tip and insert it here. Do you understand?"

“Oh, thank you,” Kwang Min said softly and prepared to move away. but was restrained by the waist first

"Wait, the button must be stuck incorrectly," he said and took off the wrong button and put a new one on. “Don't be so excited. I'm all there.."

lie..

Just saying, you can say whatever you want, but..

"I'm all there. It's definitely okay."

Lie, lie! lie!!

If you can't do what you say, then don't say it at all.

"P'Kwang Min"

"Uncle Kwang Minha!"

“What? Why are you yelling, Hyun Min?” The second brother, whose eyes were already wide, widened even more as he was startled by his little brother's call.

"I've called you many times. But I'm still sitting here. So you're going to eat the core as well?"

Kwangmin stopped, looked at the food in his hand and shook his head, "No, it's not like that. I just..uh, just tried it."

"Try it? And can it be eaten?"

"I can't eat it. Do you want to try it?"

"But I said I can't eat it."

"Well..um, never mind. I'm going to school first."

“Oh, so you didn't wait for Youngmin hyung first?” Hyunmin asked in surprise. Normally, by this time, Youngmin hyung should have already left the house. But when he went downstairs, he still saw Young Min's hyung in pajamas, just coming out of the kitchen with the sweet smell of corn.

Kwang Min didn't answer the question. He turned towards the stairs. He picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder and walked towards the door. Youngmin, who had just walked down, saw this and quickly grabbed a glass of milk and drank it all in one go, heading towards the younger twin who was bending over to put on his shoes.

“Your mouth is dirty,” he said, reaching out to wipe the corn flakes from the corner of his mouth. “Is it delicious? Why don't you eat it?"

“I didn't say a word that I wasn't going to eat,” Kwang Min answered and stood and waited until Young Min put on his shoes before walking out of the house together.

Not yet beyond the fence Youngmin had to pull out his shrieking cell phone from his pocket. He pressed the answer button, answered only a few sentences and then hung up and put the phone back in its place.

"There's urgent work. I'll go first," Youngmin said shortly. Then quickly turned away

Nowadays, when Youngmin goes to school, is he going to study or is he going to be a slave to the teacher and the seniors? If you're running late in the morning, call. Even at lunch time, I never got to rest. He hadn't even finished eating before he called out. I really want to know what's good about being vice president. Kwang Min could only feel a bit depressed in his heart.

Youngmin didn't return to the classroom until lunch was over. By the time he was released, two afternoon classes had already ended. Even though Kwang Min knew that the other person was very busy, he still asked the same question, always hoping for a new answer.

Especially today..that I really hoped for.

“Youngmin, do you want to go home together?”

"I'm staying up late today. There is a lot of work to be cleared up.”

work! work!! work!!!

Have you forgotten what day tomorrow is!?

We are so similar that we can hardly be separated.

But excluding appearances, we have nothing in common.

No matter what You are the most important to me.

Have I ever been important to you..?

Both feet stomped up the stairs, full of frustration. But at this time, no one had returned home so they could do as they pleased without being scolded. Kwangmin reached out and grabbed the knob of his bedroom door before he stopped and slowly Turn to look at the door of the opposite room. He stood staring with hesitation for a long time before..

Crack!

Kwang Min pursed his lips when he saw the state of his twin brother's room. Youngmin cleans the room so clean that it's annoying. Everything is arranged in order. Clear eyes looked at the soft yellow bedspread, smooth and pleasing to the eye, then jumped up and lay on his stomach, arms and legs spread on the soft mattress.

She lay still for a while and then grabbed a large pillow and slammed it on the bed until it almost overflowed. But this just doesn't seem satisfying enough. Kwangmin ripped off the bedspread and rolled over and writhed, alternating with hitting the bed to vent his emotions until he was exhausted.

Not fair..

Even though we see each other every day But why do I miss you so much?

Kwang Min shook his head to clear away his distracted thoughts. As he pushed himself up to sit up, he had to swallow hard when he saw the devastation he had caused. If Youngmin saw this, he would definitely be complained. Thinking like that, he quickly released his hand from the crumpled bedsheet and tried to make the bed as before as possible before leaping out of the room with the speed of light.

Youngmin looked around. Then he spread a wide smile of satisfaction. He picked up his mobile phone and searched for the phone number recorded in the family group. When he found it, he pursed his lips in debate. His right thumb hovered over the call button before scrolling to select the message menu. I pressed print and then deleted and retyped many times with hesitation because I had to do something I wasn't used to.

Meet at 8 p.m. at the playground.

Youngmin

Ten minutes past the appointed time..

Kwang Min is probably walking.

Fifteen minutes past the appointed time..

Really slow. The playground isn't too far from the house. I probably haven't lost my way.

It's been almost half an hour since the appointment time and we still haven't seen even a shadow of the person waiting.. Or maybe Kwang Min didn't see the message he sent. But here I waited until the signal dropped several times and then didn't answer the phone. Youngmin sighed in frustration and dialed home.

[hello]

Youngmin told himself to calm down and then lowered his voice, “Hyunmin? It's me. Is Kwang Min home?"

[Uncle Kwangmin came back to the house and then left. Do you have something?]

"Oh..Um, no, it's nothing. Uh, please tell Mom and Dad that you and Kwang Min work at school."

The sound of an incoming message made Kwang Min slow down and pick up his phone to look at it. His thin eyebrows rose in surprise when he saw the name of the sender who had never sent a message in a hundred days and a thousand years. short content It made your eyebrows furrow together until you could almost tie them into a bow.

Because it's the same way home.

"Hey Jo Youngmin."

The same group of bully students stood blocking the exit from the narrow alley. This is a shortcut that seldom people walk through.

"If there's a problem, can we leave it for another day? I don't want my clothes to get dirty,” Kwang Min said in a tired tone. I took the time to shower and change clothes before going out to buy things.

“Isn't that cool!?” One of them rushed over and shoved his shoulder. Kwang Min stumbled back, nearly falling, and the force caused the paper bag he was holding to slip from his hand and fall to the ground.

"Yah!!"

Kwang Min looked at the shout and blinked in surprise. I don't know how Young Min got here. But when he arrived, he grabbed the person who had pushed him on the shoulder and threw him to the ground. Seeing their friend being taken down in the blink of an eye like this, the remaining people didn't dare move. He could only stand and stare in astonishment.

“The fact that you're being paroled isn't satisfying, right?” Youngmin asked sternly, stepping up to stand to cover the younger twin, who was just as stunned as his opponent. ..Well, Youngmin doesn't like sports, but why is he so good at it?

"Here you are! You're the one who framed us!?" The ringleader pointed his head and shouted, "Huh! But now you've made the same mistake."

"You can say it again if you're wrong. I'm just 'protecting myself' from your 'attacks'." Youngmin crossed his arms over his chest, acting like he had the upper hand. Kwang Min listened and frowned. It was as if the things he had heard were pieced together into a single story. Even though I don't understand it all.

"for!"

"You can go complain. Let's take a look at the difference between a brat and an outstanding student with the position of student vice president. Professor, whose words do you think have more credibility?”

"for! for!!"

Youngmin grinned at the angry roar. “Just know that all of you are on the blacklist. If you touch Kwangmin again..you'll definitely get kicked out of school and the whole gang."

“I will count to three. Go away and don't show me your face again. But if you don't.." His voice was calm and cool. It wasn't a threat. But let's announce that what we speak is true and what we do is true.

Haven't counted one yet. The opponents dispersed and ran away in different directions. Youngmin let out a heavy breath. Then he turned to the younger twin.

"Where does it hurt?"

"..." Kwang Min shook his head and bent down to pick up the paper bag that had fallen on the floor. "Do you know them too?"

"Those who used to come looking for trouble in middle school. Don't you remember?"

Kwang Min was silent for a while before realizing that the people in the group had accused Young Min of stealing his girlfriend and had led the group to pursue them non-stop. "Oh..I think who it is. If you had told me in the first place I had put them off for a long time. I definitely won't let you follow me like this."

“Yes, good father.” Youngmin smiled softly. "There's nothing, let's go home."

"Oh, you're not going yet?"

"Where are you going?"

"Where are you meeting me?"

A deserted playground filled with gas balloons attached to all kinds of toys. Spotlights on all four sides illuminated that colorful balloons were written with English letters with a magic marker. Each ball is arranged in order and can be read as follows:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

“..organized a birthday party for yourself?” Kwangmin asked after finding his own voice.

"Are you crazy?! Surprise you. I thought I was going to be infertile again."

The owner listened and muttered something in his throat as he lowered his head to survey the damage to the contents of the paper bag.

“What is it?” the organizer asked, reaching forward to look at the contents of the paper bag.

Phew!

"Wow! What are you doing? Don't throw snacks." Youngmin barely managed to dodge the object that was thrown with all his might. A small dollop of the cream on the cupcake's face shot into the left cheek. Leaving a long trail for him to use his finger to prove (?) the taste and then walking closer to the culprit.

"I'm not playing. It's inedible and I'm going to throw it in your face."

"You can still eat it." He said then picked it up and ate it in front of him. "Aren't you going to eat it?"

"Oh, I ate at the restaurant. I lost a lot. But in the end, my party fell apart anyway. Ah! No, why did I say you shouldn't play with food?" Kwangmin, who was unexpectedly attacked, hurriedly tilted his head away and parried the older twin's hand, which was covered in cream.

Youngmin froze.

"party? Today, it's not my birthday yet."

"It's past midnight, that's right. Why did you call me here?” Kwang Min hurriedly walked away, raised his hand to wipe the cream off his face, and turned to look at the swing.

"These are balloons for the school sports day. I don't invest at all."

“This is a personal budget.” Youngmin raised both his arms and wrapped his arms around the body in front of him, hugging him close without waiting for Kwangmin to have time to be complacent with the loud voice in his ear.

"What are you doing to me?" The younger twin was startled by this unexpected action and hurriedly tried to escape.

"Missed you," the older twin whispered back, tightening his grip on his arms.

Just one short word makes the listener stop struggling and stand still to give a hug. It's been a long time since we hugged like this.

Seeing that Kwang Min stopped resisting Youngmin pressed his face against the soft hair, but still didn't take advantage by pressing a single, hard kiss to his temple.

The younger twins were silent for a long moment.

"stag! Let go, let go right now!!” The person who was taken advantage of cried out like he was angry, even though his face was clear and red, inviting to look at. Once he was freed from his arms, he walked to stand in front of the balloons tied to the swing beam.

Kwang Min looked behind him to make sure he wouldn't be taken advantage of twice. Before he reached up on his tiptoes and unwrapped the knot in the rope, he took one of the balloons that didn't have a magic pen to write on and then lowered himself down and sat on the low swing.

Youngmin secretly smiled in his heart when he saw the younger twins trying to keep their expressions down by keeping their faces as if they didn't care, but those big round eyes couldn't hide their bright sparkle. No need to tell you how much I like it.

The older twin walked over and sat on the swing next to him. And just give a small smile Every time the younger twin turns around and looks like he wants to say something, But since no one spoke, only the chain creaked every time the two of them moved to make it sway. And finally, the person who had the personality of a child couldn't stand it.

"This guy is such a cheat!"

"um"

“You are so cruel!!” Kwang Min shouted further.

"um"

Even though Youngmin responded calmly, it made Kwangmin even more angry than before.

"Mr! You have a bad temper too!!!"

"um"

"I'm serious!"

"Um, I know."

The serious look in his eyes made his emotions disappear and he began to think logically. "..Because of this?"

"It's because of this."

"Using power in the wrong way."

"That's right. I accepted the position for this very purpose," the older twin replied deadpanly. “The teachers all trust me and I consider that I have achieved my goal. Next year I probably won't continue. At first, I planned to have you do it too. There are a lot of privileges. But the disadvantage is that there is also a lot of work."

"Why..?"

"Well, I don't want to cause you any trouble."

"..Why don't you ask me? What did you do that you didn't think to tell me about? You really don't care how I feel, right?”

Because being an older brother has to protect his younger brother..this is what he has always thought about. Everything you do is for Kwangmin. He thought he did his best. But the loneliness in his voice that made his heart flutter made me think that he had never really thought about Kwang Min's feelings.

Youngmin hurriedly stood up and walked over to kneel on one knee on the ground, level with his eyes. before reaching out to hold the hand that was wrapped around the swing chain “It's not like that. I..I didn't intend it to be like this. I didn't mean to leave you alone, Kwangmin."

“Then don't do this again. You're only 6 minutes older than me, not 6 years. We're twins..don't act like you see me as your little brother, okay?" The younger twin frowned. “Can I walk with you? Don't leave me behind again. Someone said that if you share Suffering will be cut in half.

Happiness will be doubled."

Youngmin laughed. "Where do you remember it from?"

"On the internet. It's really cool, right?" Kwangmin finished speaking and smiled proudly and laughed.

gang..

A sound echoed from far away. Stop the conversation After hearing the first sound of the city clock chiming The twins listened silently until the clock chimed twelve times, indicating the time of midnight.

"Happy Birthday," the two voices chorused almost as one.

Youngmin raised his hand to wipe away the remaining white cream on his clear cheek and took the opportunity to press a soft kiss to the rounded forehead, causing Kwangmin to be shocked and accidentally let go of the balloon string. His newly free hand tried to push the older twin away. But instead of Youngmin retreating Instead, he moved closer and stopped at a very small distance. It could almost be said that there was only a breath separating him.

The two of them didn't say anything. Just being still and making eye contact conveys overwhelming feelings. Conveying meanings that only the two of them could understand, as if they had the ability to communicate mentally.

The younger twin closed his eyes in answer. The older twin smiled and moved his face to press his lips softly.

A moment's touch is worth hundreds of thousands of words.

Instead of thank you

Thank you..for being born together

Thank you..for being born my twin.

Instead of an apology

I'm sorry..that made you lonely.

I'm sorry..that I once made you sad.

instead of a promise

Promise..that you won't leave each other.

Promise..that you will be together forever.

Fin.

Edit : 14/04/14

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