I stood with my back up against the wall on the far side of my room and surveyed my progress. It was 4 am and I was almost finished arranging my room the way I wanted it. Juniper always took things slow, but he wasn’t a procrastinator. But I knew for sure that he wasn’t fixing his room up. He was either Still sulking, trying to figure out the WiFi based on Hansol’s instructions. Or he was asleep. It had taken me this long because the furniture was heavy; and I was rather small. Plus I really didn’t want to disturb Hansol or my mother as they slept. They both had work the next day… and I knew that was something else that bothered my brother.

‘’How could she work when our dad just died?!’’

is what I imagined him asking in his irritated low voice. But I didn’t want to bother him just yet.

The twin thing? I could feel it again. And soon enough I heard a small knock on my door before Juniper let himself in. ‘’God damn!’’ he awed looking around in my room. ‘’restless little punk. I only just decided to unpack my bedding because I was tired.’’ He said going over to sit on my bed.


It was a cliché dark blue, pink and orange galaxy bedding picked out by Juniper himself; his was matching. He fell backwards on my bed and let out a quiet dramatic sigh. ‘’So what now?’’ I asked going to sit cross legged next to him. He picked up my Cinnamoroll plush and pursed his lips. ‘’I don’t’ know. I feel like I’m going to go crazy.’’ He said in a monotone. He often said confusing things like this. I didn’t care, as long as he was nice to mom.

To keep myself busy, I started to arrange my little trinkets. I was glad My family on my mom’s side took the time to actually appeal to my interest. The room was pastel purple. And Hansol decided not to paint over it. Now it looked like a neat faded lavender. It was soon going to be covered up in posters anyways.

There was enough room on the dresser for all of my music boxes, I collected them. The cylinder one was the last one my dad gave me. It played ‘Don’t go breaking my heart’ by Elton John, I placed it next to his Cologne. Next to that my favorite was the one shaped like an actual Amaryllis. My uncle Ken had gotten that made for me and my nickname ‘Amy’ had been carved at the base. It played the first song I ever danced to, It was ‘Africa’ by Toto. But much slower. The red flower twirled when the melody played.

‘’Let’s try and steer clear of any kkangpae, huh, Amy?’’ My brother called. I shuddered. I knew what that was. Our uncle ken had told us. He would often be scolded by my mother when he did this. So I knew. And I knew we were Gwanju. But Jun was the one who usually got himself into trouble. Not me. Damn him. He always knew what to say to scare me.
I lay beside him. I didn’t mind that he was in my room, it was now nearing 6 am. And I was tired, so I curled up next to him and just whispered. ‘’it’ll be okay.’’

Notes

Guess who shows up in the next chapter ;3