"Are you crazy, you idiot? I asked you to help me refuse, not to participate! Is your brain even working properly?!" Jinn put his hands on his hips and stared blankly at the ceiling of his room, amidst the many belongings that had been moved in as if he were going to stay here for three years. Just one month is enough to make me lose my patience!

 

"What's the point of refusing? I can't change girls' minds anyway. Besides, I really need help. Even though it's not my area of ​​expertise, life is already difficult enough," Jerome leaned back on the large sofa in a room he never thought he'd set foot in during his life. But today, he found himself lying here due to an unexpected accident.

 

"So what? What the hell does that have to do with me? Don't you have any friends? Friends who are willing to help you? Besides, you're a terrible driver! I'm the unlucky one!" The landlord said angrily, running his large hands through his hair, completely mussing it. Let's go back to before everything was settled, and we ended up in Jinn's room like we are now.

 

As soon as the doctor permitted Jerome to go home, the three adults decided to help him pack his things, as if they were afraid something would happen if they let him do it on his own (and they were right). Initially, they told him to choose which room he wanted to stay in, but eventually, they decided for him. Because Jinn had a cunning look and personality, and was more likely to skip work than the other one, the adults thought it would be better for Jerome to move into his room.

 

Moreover, Jinn has a significant problem sleeping. If he has to sleep elsewhere, he's not used to it and can't sleep. It's a strange habit. He doesn't understand how it developed. He had been under a lot of stress when he decided to move into a condo. He had to sleep fitfully for almost two weeks before he got used to it. He went to class even though he was sleepy, but couldn't fall asleep—it was a terrible feeling.

 

Knowing this, Jan suggested that Jerome stay in his room instead, and everyone agreed, except for the owner of the room. What terrible karma!

 

“If we’re competing together, we have to take responsibility together, you idiot. What are you complaining about? There’s nothing we can change now. Help me clean up, you’re cluttering up the place.” Jerome pointed to his belongings that had just been unpacked and left lying around, before a smirk twitched on his face as he watched the owner of the room kick them into the corner.

 

"Why bother organising? Just leave it as it is. That way, I won't have to waste time packing when I move out."

 

"At least a month, at most two or three. Are you expecting me to search through the box every time I want something, you bastard? If I use my fingers too much and it disappears, I'm not responsible if it's slow," Jerome looked at his rival's face, which resembled someone wanting to eat his head, with amusement. Even in this kind of messed-up situation, there were some good aspects to it.

 

At least when I want to annoy him, it'll be easy now, without having to wait to meet him along the way. Although, of course, he's probably annoyed enough to want to punch me back, too.

 

The injured man sighed, looking at his tightly bandaged fingers. Luckily, it wasn't his dominant hand; otherwise, things would have been much more difficult. Perhaps because three fingers were broken, his entire hand was bruised. Apart from the fingers, the whole wrist below was temporarily bandaged. He expected to find something to wear to support his hand when the bandages wore out...

 

His eyes darted to the person sitting not far away, engrossed in their phone, but refusing to help him with his belongings. This person was fully involved in his accident, yet unaware of it. This person, who suddenly seemed to have multiple alter egos, was interfering with his mind and dreams.

 

"Hey Jinn, the truth is, you're entirely to blame. Therefore, it's the most reasonable thing in the world for you to continue serving me!"

 

"You really want to die, don't you, you liar?"

 

"Right now, I only have one hand. How am I supposed to take off my clothes?"

 

"How did you even manage to put it on?!"

 

"My dad helped me put it on!"

 

"Do I look like your father or something?!"

 

"Right now it's just the two of us, so who else would I ask for help, you idiot!" Jerome really wanted to kick the guy who blurted that out without thinking. If there were other people around, why would he even need to ask for help?!

 

"Damn it, what a burden. How about this? You stay with Beam. He's probably seen your little worm before anyway. Consider it a learning experience before marriage. I won't tell anyone. I'll even give you a ride." Jinn thought his offer was excellent, but for some reason, the person in front of him was looking at him like he was an idiot.

 

"Do you think if it were this easy, it would be called punishment? By now, your mother would have bribed the security guard at the condo. My phone's GPS is even connected to hers."

 

"Damn it!" "Damn it!" Jinn just wanted to try struggling one last time. After working, he realised there was nowhere to go anyway. It felt so satisfying.

 

"Besides, I don't have a small worm. That's why I have so few worms." Even though I've never seen one, this must be true (very confident). He has always been great and glorious.

 

“Pfft! So arrogant! I’ll kick you! Come on! Stop messing around!” Jinn was too lazy to argue with the injured man anymore. His strong body moved slightly towards the person approaching him before he unbuttoned his shirt and long pants—he wondered why he was dressed so formally, especially since he had just left the hospital. His image wouldn't be ruined just by wearing elastic-waist shorts, would it?

 

"Okay! I think you can take the rest off yourself."

 

Jerome looked at the person who wasn't helping him unbutton his shirt but was yanking it off with a weary sigh. His left hand was still swollen and aching, and he didn't even want to move it. If it weren't swollen, he thought he could have done it himself, since his thumb and index finger were still fine.

 

"Oh, and put this on for me too." A grey shirt was removed from the upper body before its owner pulled out something that looked like a large, transparent glove and handed it to the person who was about to lose their patience completely.

 

"I guess I'll have to help you get dressed again," Jinn said, putting a waterproof glove on Jerome's left hand to prevent water from getting into it while he was showering, specifically from the towel he was wrapped in.

 

"Don't ask things you already know the answer to, it makes you look stupid," Jerome said, using only one hand to remove his pants and throwing them on the pile with his shirts, exposing his tall, muscular body to just his underwear in front of his rival without any shame.

 

“You want to get punched, huh? Look whose territory you're in right now,” the landlord gritted his teeth. It wasn't that he didn't want to kick him out or cause more trouble, but like he said, so what? What would he gain? His parents would never agree to cancel this punishment. Of course, it wasn't easy to keep him and Jerome breathing in the same vicinity for long. Cancel it? Hmph, dream on!

 

It's not that they don't know how much trouble this causes their parents. The two families should be close, or at least not fighting like he and Jerome. With Vince, Jinn is fairly close; they can joke around, play games, play sports together, and talk normally like typical male friends when Vince was still in Thailand. But with his younger brother, even saying nice things without using abusive language like "f*ck," "bastard," "liar," or "son of a bitch" is difficult, almost impossible. If the start is bad and they keep adding fuel to the fire along the way, when will they ever be able to have a civil conversation?

 

In this life...or the next?

 

"As if I'm afraid of dying, you shorty!"

 

"You bastard, Jerome! So you want it, huh!" Jinn swung his leg out and kicked the cocky guy hard in the shin, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing loudly! Jerome then cried out in pain as he collapsed to the ground.

 

"Hey Jinn! I was in a car accident!" The person who was kicked clutched his leg and slumped to the ground, completely incapacitated.

 

"I knew it, that's why I kicked the side without the bruises. That way, both sides will be the same. It looks nice," Jinn laughed loudly with delight, crouching down and looking at the person covered in bruises in front of him, as if looking at someone who didn't know their own limitations.

 

"Damn it!" Jerome cursed.

 

"Look at yourself first, you idiot. Still talking big and asking for more trouble," the speaker shook his head in exasperation. His sharp eyes swept over his rival's semi-naked body, and he couldn't help but smirk.

 

Jerome had a more muscular build than he did. Normally, it wouldn't be noticeable, but now he was wearing only underwear, and it clung to his body so tightly it was almost like he wasn't wearing anything at all. Every inch of his skin was clearly visible: beautifully toned muscles—neither too much nor too little, but firm and well-defined. From his shoulders to his upper arms, chest, abdomen, waist, hips, and long legs, everything was perfectly proportioned. It was the kind of body many men would envy.

 

Basically, Jinn is tall and slender, not particularly muscular. What you see today is the result of intense exercise during high school. In university, he didn't exercise as hard, but he still worked out regularly to maintain his muscle mass. Because he wasn't born with a large build, he had to work harder than others. In contrast, Jerome, whose body expanded dramatically by the time they reached middle school, growing taller, having broader shoulders, and becoming stronger, wouldn't develop the same level of muscle mass even if they exercised equally.

 

I really envy it!

 

"Jinn, don't you dare think anything bad about me. Even though I'm hurt, I can fight back, so that you know." Sensing the lustful gaze, Jerome released his grip on his leg and covered his chest with a coquettish gesture, slowly backing away as if trying to escape from a perverted thief.

 

"I'm going to puke, you idiot! How could you even think that? Look at what you have that I like! Oh my god! Utter nonsense!" Jinn was truly speechless. The liar continued to lie day in and day out, and now he'd added another nonsensical element. And all of it was... well, let's say it was all good stuff.

 

"Oh, you're exaggerating. Remember when you were a kid..."

 

"Stop! Stop! Stop it! If you talk about that time again, I won't just kick your leg, I'll kick your other arm until it's broken too! Go take a shower!" The person who had committed that sin as a child almost wanted to scream. "I'll kick you!"

 

"Oh, you're acting like you can't handle it, huh? Okay, okay, I'm going! My finger's broken, Jinn!" Jerome hurriedly ran away from someone who had somehow grabbed scissors and into the bathroom, knowing that if he provoked him too much, there was over a sixty per cent chance he would actually stab him... whether it would penetrate or not, he'd stab first.

 

This is no joke, let me tell you.

 

"That son of a bitch. He really brought this on himself," Jinn gave the person in the bathroom the middle finger, put down the scissors, and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He glanced at Jerome's belongings and sighed. It was a mess like this, but he wasn't happy about helping organise it. Either way, he was annoying.

 

"You truly deserve the title of my eternal rival!"

 

Right now, the person speaking has no idea that this position is about to expire. They've suddenly become strange and different from before, so much so that no one can keep up.