Twins Entwined

The smooth whir of the private jet’s engine echoed faintly across the tarmac as the sun rose higher into the sky. Everything was ready. The last security checks were completed, fuel tanks were full, and the flight path to Italy had been cleared.

Inside the sleek interior of the jet—lined with cream leather seats, brushed gold finishes, and wide windows that flooded the cabin with natural light—the two Ahn twins were the only ones still outside.

Yujin and Ryujin were personally hauling in the last of the luggage, stacking them neatly into the storage compartment beneath the rear of the jet. No assistants, no staff. Just the two brothers working efficiently together, as if this wasn’t the billion-dollar jet they technically owned.

“Why aren’t the crew doing that?” Mrs. Jang asked, raising an eyebrow from the cabin doorway.

“They always do it themselves,” Mr. Ahn said, stepping up beside her, voice casual. “They say it keeps them grounded.”

“Grounded?” Mr. Jang repeated, watching as Yujin lifted one of the heavier suitcases with practiced ease. “They’re... something else.”

“They used to say if you want to fly high, you have to learn the weight of every bag you carry,” Mr. Ahn added with a soft chuckle. “It’s not just a saying. They lived it.”

Mrs. Jang hummed thoughtfully as she returned to her seat.

Once the luggage bay was closed and secured, Yujin gave a brief nod to Ryujin. The twins walked up the boarding stairs, not a hair out of place despite the work they’d just done. Still in their dark fitted jackets and black gloves, they stepped into the cabin where the families were already comfortably seated.

“Everyone settled?” Yujin asked, giving a quick glance around.

“We’ll be taking off shortly,” Ryujin added with a small smile. “There’s food, drinks, books, movies. Wi-Fi password’s on the tablet.”

“Relax and enjoy,” Yujin finished, the ghost of a grin tugging at his lips.

They both made their way toward the cockpit but stopped near the galley, exchanging a few words with the actual pilot and co-pilot. It was clear from the way the crew stood and nodded that the twins weren’t just chatting — they were discussing flight plans, air turbulence zones, and weather patterns.

From her seat near the aisle, Wonyoung peeked up from her phone, watching silently. Liz leaned in with a sly glance.

“Still not impressed?” she teased under her breath.

Wonyoung crossed her legs, resting her cheek on her palm. “I mean, I’ve seen hotter.”

Liz smirked. “Same, but… it’s kinda attractive when guys know what they’re doing.”

“They didn’t just know what they were doing. Did you see the way Ryujin fixed that wing valve like he was screwing in a lightbulb?” Wonyoung muttered, eyes still following them. “And Yujin—he has that face like he’s already figured out the entire flight path in his head.”

“And yet they still carry our luggage,” Liz added with a teasing smile. “That’s kinda hot.”

“Okay, okay,” Wonyoung sighed. “They’re hot. But like, not that hot.”

“Not model-hot,” Liz clarified. “More like... competent-hot. Like they’ll fix your engine and break your heart.”

They both chuckled, then returned to their own distractions — Liz pulling out a thick fashion and marketing textbook, Wonyoung casually scrolling on her phone while taking occasional notes from her law material. Hours passed in peaceful silence, interrupted only by the gentle clinking of cutlery as the stewardess offered a luxury brunch spread.