Twinsest...But Not Really

A story about two boys who do to their pasts, the world believes them to be twins.
Little does anyone know the boy aren't even slightly related to one another. But that don't mean the two won't face a whole world of problems once the feelings they have for once other are revealed.

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Name: Taeyeong Kim Han
Age: 17 18
Personality:
Taeyeong is a boy who who's much more on the quiet side when it comes to social interactions, extremely obedient and loyal to the Han family, despite the conflict he can get into with Kaidell at times. He attends and takes as many classes as much as he could, especially ones that Mr. Han have wanted Taeyeong to get into, but he struggles in nearly half of them, his issue with his memory being no help at all in his case. He's easily seen as the much more serious one, contradicting his hobbies on leaving doodles and incompetent notes he leaves on his homework most of the time.

He started taking and interest in art as young as six years old, painting coming along into his life around his middle school years. He won a lot of competitions and contests for his art, most of his themes usually being about angels.

Bio:
After the apparent Suicide of his Father, his mothers mental health taking a major toll of its own, Taeyeong was quick to be adopted into the Han family at the age of 3, with the courtesy of Jumin Han. Being in the Custody of Rika, Taeyeong does not remember much during his time in her hands, as the events were  too much of a ruse and blur for a little kids mind at the time. ( Which really, It's probably for the best for the blond one. ) He can not mention to anyone of his real relations, an idea that's been drilled into his head.

Due to his relations, he is treated much more kinder and carefully by Jumin, an stark contrast compared to his Adopted-brother, Kaidell.

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Enjoys arts and crafts. Mainly does paintings and Murals.

Has a memory Disorder that originated from childhood. Tend to forget bits and pieces if a particular event was too stressful for him.

Fan of girl groups, tends to like the members who leave in the end.

Excels in Art, English, and CTE courses, however struggles with more academic based subjects, such as Maths and sciences.

Taeyeong's dog, Apollo:

Taeyeong's artwork:

Taeyeong was in the middle of his dream, a good dream, even! A dream where he found himself in a field of wheat where nothing, or anything, existed either than himself. He felt as if that moment, there was nothing to worry about, and finally be allowed to be given room to breathe in his life. His blissful dream abruptly came to an end when a soft pillow violently impacted with his face, jolting him awake, a moment of dizziness overcame him for a moment before he could regain his composer. A groan of annoyance was that came out of him, tossing the pillow back at the others with the same amount of force. It's not like he was any better when it came to waking up Kaidell himself. There was a few instances where he got up early, only to see his beloved dog licking the face of his adopted brother. Best part being, he thought it was Arthur! Out came a wheezing laugh from the blond, soon followed after a shrill in the air, the dog skedaddling back onto Taeyeong's side. But still, it was just plain rude.

He stretched and yawned to wake himself up further, turning his head's direction to see Kaidell dressing himself lazily. There was no argument that with his general persona, he managed to pull it off well, where if someone else were to do, someone like Taeyeong himself, it wouldn't sit well with anyone at all. He couldn't help but wonder if he ever gotten in trouble in school over it, since it defiantly doesn't sit well with Mr. Han. He can already hear the lecture in about ten minutes before he comes downstairs. He couldn't help but let that bother him. He lifts himself up from the bed, being sure not to bother Apollo who was still sound asleep next to his bed, opening one of his drawers to grab his hairbrush.

"You should at least brush your hair. It'll take you literally only one minute. "He states, proceeding to brush out the ends of his own hair. He knew every time he tries to inform him about these kind of things that it was futile, usually a snarky, or a witty comment being thrown at his way, or his all time favorite, 'can you quit sounding like Jumin?' In which he'd respond with a sour expression of a comment on the same level of wit. It was still something he finds himself doing nearly all the time whenever they were in the same room. ( Which was sadly, nearly all the time, save for school. )

Their relationship with each other have been in an awkward, hostile limbo. One moment, they could be exchanging simple one-liners question, in to which quickly escalates to insults and fists being impacted with one another. They were like cat and dogs themselves. They weren't always like this. Taeyeong knew that himself, even if he won't ever admit it out loud. ( not like he thinks would make a difference anyway. If anything, it'll just make things worse. ) There was a time when they were both just children who only had each other, against a world that constantly threatened to tear them apart from one another, in hope to take the blond for themselves and rip him to tiny pieces of dusts. And it just seems one day... the universe triumphed them over, never for them to be the same.

It was selfish, but he hopes maybe one day it'll be the same again. But it was a never a good thing to keep your hopes high up.

"I'm going with you. I know how to drive, but I don't have a license yet, remember?" He folds his tie the way his uniform accorded it to be, before grabbing the uniforms jacket and promptly fixing it into place.

Kaidell rolled his eyes hearing his brother of course tell him to take better vare of his self, god it was like he was the mini me of Jumin sometimes. All anyone had done since he was born was tell Kaidell how much he looked like Jumin and of course his teachers would always make sure to tell him how much of a good student he was like his father. It was the worst to be compared to the man all the time when Kaidell wanted to be nothing like him. And other than his looks, Kaidell was pretty sure that was where their common features stopped. Kaidell would never say it but there were certain things about Jumin that he wished he shared, lie the fact that Jumin seemed to be able to read and read and read small printed documents for hours without any trouble but yet after an hour of reading normal print Kaidell could feel his eyes falling out of his head just about. Lighting a smoke Kaidell sighed, just thinking about Jumin stressed him out really, "Whatever man I look perfect and you know it." He said putting his hands in his pockets as he exited the room running right in to the man of the hour.

Jumin.

"Kaidell, really in the house?" Jumin asked taking the cigarette from Kaidell's mouth and putting it out. "I think Zen is teaching you some bad habits." he said with a loud sigh seeing how his son was dressed.

"Uncle Zen quit years ago, it has nothing to do with him Jumin. Can we go I wouldn't want to be late to school." Kaidell said rolling his eyes at the older man.

"You're going to school like that? Kaidell you're a Han you have to hold yourself to that standard." Jumin told him, making Kaidell sigh a sigh that reflected the one that Jumin had done just before.

"Ya I'm going to school, hence why I'm wearing the uniform." Kaidell said moving past him, looking over his shoulder for his brother. "You coming? I wana grab some food before we get there." He told him, heading outside without waiting for a reply and getting in his old, beated down jeep that of course Jumin hated that he drove. Seeing Jumin leave the house and sighing as he lit up once more.

"I realy wish you would take one of the other cars Kaidell, they are much safer and better than this piece of crap you insist on driving." Jumin said, sighing as Kaidell rolled up his window and turned the radio up so he couldn't hear his father ranting at him anymore. Waiting till his brother was in the car before speeding out of the long drive way, Kaidell sharing the bad driving talent with his father, meaning he liked to speed and well be reckless.

It was a talent of his after all.

"Ugh-- Seriously ?! " Another groan of annoyance escapes him, pinching his nose out of pure exaggeration to seeing his brother draw out a cigarette, lighting it in the middle of the room. Would it kill him to be considerate of the other person in the room? And so early too! Quickly straightening out his suit uniform, he reaches for drawers once more, taking out an febreze air freshener he always has one in stock, spraying it out across the room as quickly as he can. He grabs his bag, flinging between his left arm and armpit to support it, following his brother after. He grumbled, before continuing to talk, " Couldn't you have at least waited until we're out--"

It was then-- before he could go on about waiting to be outside and just plain how gross it was-- did the man who saved his own entire being from the depths of hell itself ( only barely. ) Did the words suddenly escaped from him, his steps stopped in track. Of course, he gets after him about the way he dresses, of course! He gets after him about his smoking habit! To be fair, Taeyeong have warned Kaidell over and over about the likely reactions Jumin Han was going to give to his son, only to be quickly dismissed. It didn't mean it didn't bother him every time the inevitable ends up happening.

He huffed as Kaidell went ahead without his reply, quickly catching up to both Jumin and Kaidell outside, promptly opening the other side of the car to get into the car, putting on his seat belt, of course. It wasn't the best car in the world, and honestly, Taeyeong wishes Kaidell would insist he would take his car instead of this huge chunk of metal, but he didn't feel like getting into an argument so early in the morning, especially since Kaidell and Jumin decided to continue with their squabble from earlier.

The moment they sped off from the drive way, Taeyeong sunk into his seat as much as he can, clinging on to the seat belt as if his very life depended on it. Honestly, his memory may be not the best, but why does he keep forgetting that his brother can't drive for s h i t ? Is it because it's too intense every time he rides with him? is it because he doesn't ride with him as much as he thought? Or because he sincerely wants to spend time with him before he goes with avoiding him the entire school day? Oh, get real!

It wasn't until they stopped at a red light, did Taeyeong lower the radio that only mice with sensitive ears could here, did he give him a raging hearing.

" Could you watch how fast you're going ?! You're going to get us both killed in an accident like that !! If I wanted to die I would've swallowed my paint a long time ago !! "

Kaidell rolled his eyes hearing Taeyeong whine about his driving. "You ride with me all the time, but yet you're still alive. Just shut up and enjoy the ride Nerd." Kaidell said, still pissed about his conversation with his father. Though the paint comment did worry him. Why did Taeyeong wanna eat his paint??

Making a last minute sharp turn, as he decided that well he didn't feel like going to school just yet. "Making a detour, if you don't wanna join call a cab. The mood I'm in if I go to school now I'm gonna do something I regret." He said, thinking that mood he was in he might have to go back on his word and pick up a left over for some much needed stress relief. At least he was safe from doing that with Taeyeong, he was such a nerd after. Plus Kaidell was pretty sure he was not gay at all, so that was also a big sign that that was never going to happen, not that it would happen even if Taeyeong was gay.

Sighing Kaidell rolled down his window, slowing down a but, god his dad got on his nerves. "He's such a fucking ass hole." He said under his breath, as he pulled off on a older dirt road leading to his favorite place, a small beach that no one every went too so of course it was a great place to chill and get his mind off of shit. He was doing so well in school he didn't even need to go most days. He could skip a week and he'd still make honor roll most likely. Though he did have problems with reading and writing, he still was an epicly good student.

Parking the car, Kaidell sat there for a moment looking out at the waves, they always did calm him down. He never thought he would take Taeyeong there of course, but he was in the car and it was Kaidell's car and where he wanted it to go it was gonna go after all. Taeyeong or not. He wanted to be at the beach and the nerd was just gonna have to deal really. "Call a cab if you want." He said undoing his seat belt and getting out of the car. "And what was that with eating paint? What is that shit flavored?" He asked him looking back at the blonde.

"Can quit calling me a nerd, you asshole?" He slaps his arm with a notebook he got out of his backpack, that he took out to write down a few reminders, just in case he ends up forgetting the net day. Well-- he's not wrong. They're both still alive, but that didn't change the fact a sense of fear and panic rises in his chest every time.

He wanted to ask what was the thing he was going to regret if he went to school was, but words were cut short until he received a number of text messages. They were all from Mr. Han.

J: Taeyeong? Are you all right?
J: He just took off like he's on the run. But he might as well be.
J: Have a safe day in school.


He responds.

T: I'm fine, Mr. Han, don't worry.
T: Also, Mr. Han, Mr. Ryu did quit smoking. I don't know him that well, but I do believe him when he said he quit smoking.

He places his phone on his lap, overhearing what was Kaidell was muttering about. "Is that what this is all about? Driving off like that?" Of course, he knew the answer before he asked, but it was something he always asks about anyway. Was he noisy? Maybe. Did Kaidell needed to rant? Maybe. Would Taeyeong provide his own argument? Oh, for sure. He knew Jumin expected the both of them to do exceptionally well in school no matter what, and how ironic was it that the both of them ended up on complete opposites spectrum's on what they excelled at. Save for the art and English related subjects, Taeyeong did massively horrible in his sciences and maths, knowledge he had to remember that always contradict with his memory. He does try to stay at the top of his class regardless, making sure not to miss a single day because of it. He may not be on the honor roll, but he had at least had a perfect attendance. Had.

He doesn't recognize where he's at. In the seventeen years of his living, this was honestly his first time seeing a body of water that wasn't the pool that Jumin had built it by the house. It was kind of pretty, actually.

" There's a history in the art of renaissance that many well known artists swallowed their own paint in hope of suicide. It was supposed to be a reference to that. And no, paint isn't tasty, at least i'd assume so. " His tongue poked at a side of his cheek, arm crossed, eyes quickly averting themselves to the window to see the waves that pulled over. The answer was a little darker than he anticipated for it to come out as. Then again, in his defense, history regardless of any subject always have dark spots here and there. It was something bound to happen. Many would think, considering his own situation, he would be sensitive about the topic of suicide. But really, strangely enough, he wasn't exactly.

"Can I even do that? I don't even know where we're at. " He scribbled a note to himself down his notebook.

"I guess I'll just wait here? Unless you have a change of heart and you want me to go with you instead. Which, I have a huge feeling you don't want me to." But I wouldn't mind, he thought.

Kaidell looked at Taeyeong a bit concerned hearing him speak about painters eating paint trying to die."That's fucked up man, like really." He said thinking maybe it was a blessing he didn't read much, not if he was gonna have to know stuff like that. Hearing his brother say that he didn't even know where they where Kaidell nidded, it was true. Even he had kinda just come across the small beach himself. Hearing the blonde ask if he wanted him to wait or come with.

"I don't mind, might be nice to have something to get my mind off of this shit." He said taking off his sweater and placing it on the car hood, also taking off his shoes before sighing softly as he headed down the beach a bit, liking the way the sand felt between his toes. Sitting down in the sand a ways down, and closing his eyes as he felt the sea breeze come over the sand.

"Just so you know I don't bring many people here." He tod him looking over at him, wondering how in the world he could follow Jumin so blindly. The man was just so damn unlikable really, everyone said so. Well except for Taeyeong and his mom it seemed. He guessed they were the one two in the world that felt that way.

"Surprised you didn't scream at me for making you miss school. Nerds live there right?" He asked him with a small smirk, wondering how he could be at school all the time and still not be an honor roll student. Though he guessed his memory problem most likely played a big part in that.

"What can I say?" He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "That's just how history is."

He turned his head quickly upon hearing the answer. Under any other situation, Taeyeong would've been given a scoff, or some sort of witty comment, something along the way with 'fine, be like that.' or 'I don't care either way.' It came off as a complete surprise for the blond. Admittedly, a pleasant one at that.

"I'll go with you." He finally answers. He takes off his jacket and places it on the seat that sat between him and Kaidell, along with his shoes and socks, just so he wouldn't have to deal with the sand clinging on to his feet awkwardly as he walks around the area. He joins Kaidell shortly, his notebook and pencil in his grasp, a reasonable distance between the man who sat down on the sand, and the one who rather take a stand to have a better look of the beach.

"Oh, really? And you bought me here because you had no choice since I came along with you?" He responds, while he was sketching down in the notebook he brought with him. This was certainly the first time he sees the beach with his own two eyes, of course he isn't going to let it go to waste-- it's a perfect opportunity to install the scenery into his mind, and let it become a painting back home. He can already picture it. A child being abandoned by an angel, an angel looking so holy and pure, a being god crafted himself, an angel who didn't want to fulfill their duty and rather let the child drown in the bottomless pit of an ocean. How depressing. "I'm only kidding."

"And the school isn't my home, Kaidell." He says with a slight annoyance in his tone, giving Kaidell a small smack on the head with his notebook he held out. He couldn't help but wonder why was he so rebellious against his own father? He was a surprisingly great student in school, a major contrast with Taeyeong's struggle trying to get his work done on time, save for English, art, and writing. He knew himself there was no way he would be able  to handle the company, if it was ever an option. Kaidell was obviously capable of it, and he knows Jumin sees it too. So, why is he the way he is?

Kaidell laughed softly as Taeyeong smacked him playfully. "Shit man, gonna mess up my hair." he joked ruffling his hair back in its normal messy way. Sighing softy as he thought about the word home. He really didn't have one it seemed at times. Even in the house he grew up in, it was like he was just visiting. He did feel better at Uncle Zen's house, and at Uncle Seven's but those places weren't his home. What even was a home at the end of the day?

"If school isn't your home, then where do you consider it to be?" he asked him lighting a smoke as he did. He wasn't stressed about missing school, just about life in general. Wishing he had something to help him release that stress like Taeyeong seemed to have with his paintings. But if it wasn't something to help better his future he knew it wasn't going to happen. Even in school he had no "easy" classes like art or even gym. It was all hardcover classes, some were even college level already. Though when you were the Han Heir there was a level of expectations that had to be met.

"I don't know who you ever got Jumin to let you do all that art stuff. He'd never left me do nothing like that. Though I guess there are a ton of differences between us. A whole ocean full... I know you don't like it when we fight, but I'm not sorry I fought with him." he said, laying down in the sun, putting on his sun glasses as he did. There had always been a huge difference between the way his father has treated the two of them, even the way he spoke to them. He knew it was due to the fact that Taeyeong wasn't the heir, but the son of his best friend and all of that jazz.

Kaidell did wonder how that would feel though, to be able to have a nice relationship with Jumin. To not fight every morning, to be able to have a deep conversation. To be able to open up to his father about things on his mind. There had been so much over the years he wanted to speak to the man about, one in perticular was weighting on his mind heavily. He woukd have talked to his mother, but she would tell Jumin and well that was a whole can of worms he wasn't sure he wanted opened.

Even with the men he had been dating, Kaidell had been sure to make sure that no one that could tell Jumin knew. Sure there were rumors but in the Han family there were always rumors. About his parents, him, Taeyeong, though his sister was kept out of alot of them and that was good or Kaidell would have blown up long ago. He really didn't know how any of the rest of them did it all the time.

"It's just a place I have to be at. Go in there, get your stuff done, then go home. Rinse, and repeat, as they say." In theory, his mindset was simple and easy to follow, one wouldn't think would cause much problems in their life time. ( After all, that's what he convinced himself of. ) But in a tragic reality, it was a mindset that was isolating and lonely, an unexplained grief forming in the depths of his heart. He was never the most sociable child growing up, much of a contrast compared to Kaidells much more out going attitude about things in life. He never really did much things that weren't required to him; unless Jumin had another word about it, he can't deny then; he owed his life to the man after all.

That was one of the reasons why the two always clashed with each other; Jumin. One wanted to rebel against every single thing he says, the other loyally following whatever he had to give him. An ironic foil; as Jumin was undoubtedly more open minded to Taeyeong doing what he pleases to do, as he wants his son to inherit the business from him. There was no doubt that Taeyeong was painfully aware what a contrast Jumin treats the both of them, one would think Taeyeong would be more then happy to show his art to the man, basking in the compliments and attention he would get from it.

If it weren't for the fact Taeyeong wasn't comfortable with it. He recalls how the moment he expressed he wanted to take his art much more seriously, Jumin almost immediately broke out the images his deceased best friend once took, mainly images of scenery, nearly a complete contrast of Taeyeong's paintings, where they were mainly of people. It was something he wished he could block out, as he recalls Jumin's slight hopeful tone if he would to get an emotional response upon seeing the images, only to quickly revert to his usual professional self when Taeyeong provided no sense of emotional reaction, not even a single tear. Just a simple stare, words of thanks coming out of his mouth. It became much more blatant that in Jumin's eyes he does not see a blond child who had a tragic fate laid upoun him, but of two people he dearly misses and wishes somehow to gain back his time with them through their child. It sung. It stung, he admits. A chain of reactions follows as he avoids showing his paintings to the man, in hope one day he won't see the faces of those he miss.

Ah... but he won't complain. He means well, Taeyeong thinks to himself everyday. Even when he feels like a never ending mist within everyone's presence.

"I never said that." Taeyeong responds, hanging his notebook from his hands, his eyes gazing back to the ocean. "But, you shouldn't be fighting with him. He only means well, you know."

But just like Kaidell, he himself has things he can't ever bring himself to talk about with Jumin. There was only so much he can think about without feeling like a brat himself; knowing that the Han family didn't have to take him in. He didn't have to save him. He didn't have  to have a heart, and avoid him going through the adoption centers.

But oh, did it feel shameful to ever think about being selfish.

Kaidell sighed hearing Taeyeong say he shouldn't fight with Jumin. "You didn't have to say it, its as plain as day on your face. You always get this look when we fight. Besides, its like I want to fight with him all the time We just rub each other the wrong way all the time I guess. He hates everything about me and I feel the same about him. If we weren't related we'd never speak e another. Fate just had a big laugh when it made me his son I guess." Kaidell told him thinking that it was true, the two were complete opposites and if they weren't forced to know one another their paths would have never crossed. Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if they would get along better if they weren't father and son and I the life Jumin ha plans for him wasn't always hanging over his head like a stone ready to drop and kill off everything that made him Kaidell. His father seemed to want him to be this perfect robot and that something Kaidell cold never be and everyone but his father seemed to know that.

"Its different with you, he never rags on you about this like school and your image, you don't have the whole world watching your every move as the Han Heir. I'd give anything to pass that birthright along to someone else who actually wants it." he told him, opening his eyes and watching the clouds pass over head, it was weird to be here in his spot with Taeyeong like this, but it was also strangely nice to have someone there with him at the same time.

Hearing his response, Taeyeong felt his face for a moment, to feel if he was giving that face right now. He thought of himself he never made it obvious; just as he thought he made it clear to himself to never expose a single selfish vulnerability to the man. You can't be good at everything, he figured.

And there he goes again with that, the same sentences following after another that always pricked a nerve with the blond boy. Constantly assuming his relationship with his father and his status with the world, constantly trying to make stark contrasts with his very own. Though, he was no better. Despite growing up in the same room as the raven boy for nearly 15 years, there wasn't a day they would never make rash judgments on each other, accusing each other on false accusations, never bother clearing anything up with one and another. When the sun sets, the morning always looks so bleak.

"He nags me about my grades and my image too. He's just as worried about me as he's worried about you, he's a cautious man." He resorted. While it's true he wasn't the heir, nor would it be possible, he still had his own fair share of keeping up his own publicly image. It was a heavy one; with pretending to be part of the Han's family, restricting him to ever truly make any close connections with anyone growing up, due to his avoidance to ever truly open up about the unfair situation of his. He can't ever understand the kids who tells him he wish he was part of the family, when he even wasn't.

He would give a pass to anyone who would want it? Would he give it to Taeyeong? But that would only mean...

"I wouldn't want to pass my place down to anyone." Finishing the last detail in his sketch, he slams his notebook shut, giving Kaidell a curt glance. " Especially to you."  with that comment, he makes his way back to the old junk Kaidell called a car, promptly opening the door and closing it, looking outside away from seeing Kaidell's. Was he mad? A little bit. He couldn't understand, just how can anyone be so ungrateful.