out of left field ? p.js | ?

At the mountain cabin, you three were the first ones there, of course. You parents wouldn't be arriving until Christmas Eve due to their work schedules. The house was already decorated like something straight out of a Hallmark movie—lights, red and green bows, candy canes, baubles, and other decorations all throughout.

"Wow," Jisung breathed out, stopping in the foyer and turning around, his eyes wide as he took it all in. "Your parents are really into Christmas, huh?"

"Not really." You had also stopped to watch his slow circle of awe. "They pay somebody to set it up."

The wonder dropped off his face and was replaced with confusion, his brow furrowing. Chenle yelled for him from further in the house, and you jerked your head for him to follow. Your brother was at the threshold of the hallway where all your rooms were located.

"Yours is there," Chenle pointed Jisung to one end of the hallway as you slipped by him to head to the bedroom at the other end. "Y/N's is on the other side."

"We share a bathroom," you called over your shoulder as you opened the door. "Don't use all the hot water in the morning!"

"And I'm upstairs." Your brother indicated to a small ladder between Jisung's room and the bathroom in the middle. "I got the loft. Won it in rock-paper-scissors almost two decades ago."

"You cheated!" You reminded him loudly from where you had started unpacking your things in your room.

"Sore loser!"

"Sore winner!"

"Anyway, holler if you need something."

You were still unpacking when there was a soft knock at your open door. It was Jisung leaning in your doorway.

"Hey," he greeted you quietly.

"Hey." You smiled at him brightly. "Bathroom's the middle door. We both have doors that connect to it, so knock before we go in? Even if the light is off?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

Jisung continued silently watching you unpack, then finally blurted out, "You egg him on."

"Huh? Who?"

"Chenle." He held his hands up in front of him defensively as you opened your mouth. "I know he started everything back in the car, but you didn't help."

You sat back on your feet in front of your open suitcase and dresser drawers. "Yeah, I know I've got a temper problem. I need to work on it."

"I didn't say anything in front of him because I kind of got the feeling that he was being extra mean because I was there."

"When we're hanging out with friends that we kinda share, like Jeno and Jaemin or whoever, it's fine. You know, they met both of us at the same time. But I think when we're with people that are his friends, it's different," you explained, gesturing to an armchair in the corner for Jisung to sit in while you talked. "We were always in the same grade and stuff, so obviously people assumed we were twins. That's also why he really gets on the 'little sister' thing. When we got to college, we were both relieved to finally be different people, you know? Have different friends, different things that were ours."

"You seem to understand him really well."

"Known him my whole life," you pointed out. "And just because I understand why he acts like this doesn't mean it still doesn't piss me the fuck off."

"To answer your question from the car, no, he doesn't treat me like that. He's sarcastic, sure, but not like that."

Zipping up your empty suitcase, you started on your duffel bag that was on your bed. "Sorry you had to deal with us like that, even more so that you had break us up. I'm sure the next two weeks were flashing before your eyes, huh?"

"Honestly, I'm just glad you didn't actually start beating him up," he chuckled.

"Me too, that would've been embarrassing." You added, "For him. To get his ass beat in front of one of his buddies."

He looked out the room down the hallway, checking to see if Chenle was coming, then admitted, "Don't tell him, but I was sort of calculating how many swings to let you get in before it would look unreasonable for me to not intervene."

"Oh really? And how many would you have 'let me' have?" You grinned, using finger quotes over 'let me.'

"One good punch and a hair pull, I think." He looked to be sizing you up, a teasing glint in his eye. "You seem like you fight dirty like that."

"Could claim you didn't want to hurt your friend's little sister, let me get a few more in." You mimicked punching and kneeing the air. "At least let me knee him in the balls."

"I'll consider it in the event you two do actually brawl while we're here."

You looked up at the ceiling, thinking about your brother up there somewhere. "Eh, we'll make up properly soon. One thing about us, we fight a lot, but it's never for that long."

"Okay, now I'm worried about the next two weeks."

You laughed, maybe a little harder than his joke warranted, but you couldn't help it—he was cute, he was funny, and he was making your chest feel tighter and your head spin faster the longer you were around him.

"Why are you in here?" Chenle had appeared in your doorway, looking genuinely perturbed at the visage of Jisung sitting in your chair.

"Because we're talking?" You answered for him. "Or is he only allowed to talk to you while he's here and I have to take a vow of silence?"

"Pretty much, yeah," he snickered, walking in and flopping on your bed.

"You first."

"You want to do lunch in town then get the tree?" He checked the time on his phone. "Mom and Dad know how much you like Christmas tree shopping so that's the only thing not done."

"Or is it just another responsibility to pawn off on someone?" You snorted, opening the door into the adjoining bathroom to put your toiletry bag away.

Your brother's distant voice called after you, "Even if it is, we can still have fun!"

You took a deep breath, and came out of the bathroom with a smile on your face. "You're right. Let's do it."

"Ew, stop that, it's creepy." Chenle threw a pillow at you.

You caught it and chucked it right back at him. "What? Smiling?"

It hit him in the face before falling to the floor. "Yeah, exactly. I'm done trying to cheer you up, keep being a little Grinch, it suits your face better."

You climbed on the bed and grabbed a pillow to smack him with it. "Quit being fucking rude!"

He laughed and cackled, rolling away from your pillow attack until his eyes went wide with panic as he went right over the edge of the mattress and landed on the floor. It was your turn to burst into laughter at the sound he made, and when he started groaning and complaining, you knew he was fine. Jisung was also laughing from his seat.

You finally gathered yourself enough to peer over the edge of the bed, looking down at where Chenle was sprawled out dramatically like a cartoon character that had been crushed by an anvil. As soon as he looked at you, he started giggling too.