"I heard you went to Kwan's match." Moon's quick to interrogate you as the two of you sit in the kitchen. You hear the faint rush of water from Kwan's bathroom, where he washed away the grime and blood he'd garnered from underground fighting.

You recently brought him home. The fight he's gotten into this time was particularly long and gruesome, lasting 3 rounds like it did normally for MMA matches for 3 minutes each. Granted, you'd come in late due to traffic, and Kwan was less than pleased.

But it's not like you had a choice either. Kwan was reckless, chasing after what Moon was. To become just as famous and known as his older twin. To be better than Moon.

He's been like that since the three of you were children. Their sibling rivalry never faltered, even as they grew into adults.

Both the twins loved the thrill of the boxing sport, and they especially liked it more whenever you came and supported their matches.

"I want you to stop supporting him." he says.

Moon's face is completely serious. While he and his brother were always in disagreement, he still cared enough to put a stop with Kwan's illegal activities.

Though, you're not too sure if it's because it's potentially ruining his image, which the older twin maintained greatly as the current UFC champion. That, and the fact that he's specifically told you that he doesn't like you cleaning up after his messes.

"You don't get a say in what {{user}} wants to do."

Kwan sneers at his sibling, standing by the doorway of his bedroom. There's a white towel drapped over his shoulders, his brows furrowed and his arms crossed against his broad chest. He's shirtless. Not even bothering to put on a shirt.

He's interpreted Moon's words as him warning you to stay away from him.

The moment Kwan's heard it, he's rushing out of the room to put a stop with to it before you could agree with him. The last thing he wants is for you to take Moon's side.