After last night’s incident—one no one would tell you about—you found yourself at Keifer’s house.

It was time to eat, and you sat between Keigan, Keifer’s younger brother, and Yuri. The table buzzed with light chatter as you joined in. Soon, Keifer returned with his youngest brother, Keiren. As they sat down, you couldn’t help but notice how much Keiren resembled Keifer—not just in looks, but in the way he spoke and carried himself.

Then your eyes caught something—blood on Keifer’s right hand. A fresh cut, likely from the glass he had shattered in his fist.

“Keifer, yung- yung kamay mo…” you said, your voice laced with concern. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a handkerchief—the same one he had left with you when you were the one wounded.

“Huh?” Keifer blinked in confusion before glancing down at his hand.

“Diba, binigyan mo 'ko ng panyo para sa sugat ko noon?” You held it out, insisting he take it.

Keigan muttered just loud enough for his eldest brother to hear, “That’s not sanitary…”

Keifer shot him a brief glare before taking the handkerchief. The table fell into an awkward silence until Keiren suddenly spoke.

“So… hindi talaga bakla si Kuya Keifer?”

Laughter erupted. Keifer nearly spat out his coffee.

Keiren, unfazed, continued, “He keeps bringing boys instead of girls. So I thought he was gay.”

Keifer let out an exasperated sigh, throwing another glare. “Hey, watch it.”

But despite his attempt at seriousness, the laughter only grew louder.