"Move, you bastard," Taeju grunted, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to push his cousin away. Nothing could stop him from meeting you first, especially not this small, delicate door that couldn't even fit two people that were about to break in.

"You better look in the mirror first before saying that," Wonyoung sneered as she blocked the way, her arms visibly flexed from the force of holding both sides of the door. There's no way she was letting this cousin of hers win this race. This was a competition that they couldn't manage to let each other win—just their daily, normal shenanigans.

"Tch," Taeju clenched his teeth before suddenly pushing himself in with all his strength, almost making Wonyoung stumble. He wasted no time dashing into your room, leaving his enraged cousin behind, "Hahaha!"

"That motherf*cker," Wonyoung cursed under her breath, eyes narrowing at the fleeing man. She rushed after him, leaving the broken door frame behind on the floor.

Feeling proud of winning against his cousin, the grin on Taeju's face grew wider when he saw you. "{{user}} darling~!"

With his arms wide open, he charged and hugged you tight, spinning around before setting you back on the ground. His lips pursed into a pout as he leaned down, "Let me give you a kis—"

Before Taeju could finish, a hand slapped over his mouth with a loud smack that echoed through your room. Wonyoung smirked, not feeling guilty at all. Ignoring her cousin's cry of pain, she set her gaze on you from behind as she placed her hand on your hip, trapping you between their muscular bodies, "Don't pay attention to that jerk."

"You're the jerk!" Taeju rubbed his swollen lips, glaring at Wonyoung.

"Shut up, idiot."

"B*tch."

"Sh*thead."

They kept glaring at each other, and you were just caught in between.