That was it, Meira was going to rip his throat out and write with his blood a detailed explanation of how she emptied out his guts and used them as a skipping rope.

     "What?" Wooyoung scoffed catching onto her fury, "did I lie?  It's logical for us to have matching tattoos because bros are for life, girls come and go!"

     "Come and go?!" Meira yelled back in absolute demonic rage, even her voice sounded like that of a devil, "I'll take you with me to hell!" She would've jumped at him where he was sat on the high stool if an arm didn't hold her back. "Let me go!"

     "Calm down, Mei," San spoke, "beating him up won't stop him from annoying you. Trust me, I deal with that daily."

      Wooyoung snorted as a smug smile decorated his lips. If Meira had truly calmed down 2 seconds ago, all that progress was lost upon seeing his smirk. I will bite off his ear and feed it to—

     "No, you won't be cutting off his hair,  ears, toes, or anything else," San interjected with a soft sigh.

      "Then I'll gouge out his eyeballs!" Meira yelled before breaking free and launching at the sassy brat.

      "Not the face!" Wooyoung wailed before she even touched him.

      "Guys, they'll kick us out of the arcade if you keep this up," San muttered before pulling the bickering duo away from each other. "Besides, you can't kill Wooyoung, he owes us drinks for losing the bet," San reminded her, and for some reason, that was enough to let the brat go. Meira needed a drink.

      "Hey, I didn't lose!" Wooyoung tried to argue, but San literally pulled out the receipts. The bratty man-boy finally bit his tongue. Meira followed the two idiots out of the arcade as they stralled around trying to find a decent place to drink. The trio ended up stopping at a familiar beer and chicken place because Wooyoung decided to be generous for the night– Meira was sure she wouldn't hear the end of it until next year; The chivalrous act of Jung Wooyoung the Generous!

     As they sat down, Meira ended up on one side of the table as the couple sat beside each other. Third wheeling even when I'm with my boyfriend, great!

      However, that wouldn't matter because a few drinks later, Meira was too wasted to even tell what her name was let alone who she was with. She could almost hear the two being indulged in a conversation about something she heard them discuss almost 5 times—5 times today that is, she has lost count of the overall total.

     "San..." Meira slurred a threat. The man finally snapped out and came to sit next to his wasted girlfriend. His concerned face told her she didn't look perpendicular at the moment. Is that even a word? Meira wouldn't know right now.

      "Are you alright?" San asked, and a part of her wanted to barf in his face to see how that would turn out. Way to ask the obvious question, dipshit. Just imagining it made her chuckle, and made him get weirded out. "I think we should head home, Woo."

     "Y-Yeah," the other male slurred as he picked his heavy head off the table. Meira nost definitely did not have the power to do that, so she extend her arms to San instead. It works every time–almost. San helped her up before turning around sharply in time to stop Wooyoung from stumbling into the waiter carrying a tray of drinks. Meira groans and rolls her eyes before walking beside San while leaning almost all her body on him. Marking territory.

     San held Wooyoung's wrist to make sure the idiot doesn't bump into anyone else as the trio left the restaurant.

     "Why are you holding his hand?" Meira nagged as she attempted to pull San away only for Wooyoung to pull her hair from behind.

     "Stop stealing him!" he spat as he pulled Meira away from San.

     "Yah!" she whined, "he is my boyfriend!"

     "Yeah?" Wooyoung provoked before pushing the girl to the ground to fall on her bum with a thud.

     "Hey!" San tried to interfere as he bent down to help Meira up, but what happened has happened by then. She pushed him away to look Wooyoung dead in the eye.

     "Hey!" Meira yelled, tears blurring her vision, "It hurts, you asshole! I'll tell mom on you!" she threatened before allowing San to help her up. She could hear him sigh as he dusted her skirt.

     "What will you tell her?" Wooyoung laughed which only fuelled her rage further.

     "Let's cross the road," San stepped in between the siblings before things escalated, "my car is on the other side."

     "No!" Meira whined as she stomped her feet, "San-ah, tell him off!"

     "He is not your mom!" Wooyoung scoffed as he looked at her smugly.

     "He is not your boyfriend!" Meira argued back bitterly.

     San suddenly remembered why they stopped drinking together often.

     "Oh, but we have matching tattoos, you don't!" Wooyoung countered as he rolled his arms over his chest with a huff of pride.

     Meira was about to spit back a roast, but she stopped to look at San with confusion and underlying pain, "w-why don't we have matching tattoos?" she cried out suddenly, finally letting the tears that filled up her eyes cascade.

     "N-no, Mei, don't cry," San came closer and tried to wipe away her tears. Wooyoung was laughing in the background as usual.

     "I-I met you first!" she cried, "why does he get to match with you!"

     "Because I'm special!" Wooyoung sang in the background, and she had it with him. That is it, she decided.

     Meira yelled out a sound akin to a bark before running after him down the road.

     "Wait up!" They could hear San yell behind them, but Meira couldn't care less. Her mision right now was to capture and beat up her jerk of a brother.

     Eventually, their initially wobbly legs give up on them, and while Meira does end up capturing him, they both fall to the ground with a thud.

      "I hate you," she spat out as more tears stream down her cheeks.

     "I hate you, too," Wooyoung says before picking himself up. He bends down and taps his shoulder. "Hop on." Meira kicks him away at first but end up accepting the offer she clearly needed.

      The two siblings eventually find a very unhappy San tsking at them as he came closer.

     "Why am I even involved in this crazy family," he muttered.

     "Crazy?" Wooyoung scoffs.

      "You can't back out now," Meira teases, "you have matching tattoos with Woo for life!" Wooyoung laughs. San sighed, when they finally agree on something, it's always him who has to pay.

     "Here, I'll carry her," San offers and Wooyoung was about to hand her over before he stopped.

     "I have this odd feeling that she is going to puke, proceed at your own risk," he warned making her groan before she hopped off him herself.

     "Shut up, idiot," she mumbles before walking into San's arms.

     They finally cross the road, and get into the car. If Wooyoung and Meira had any energy left, they would've fought over the front seat, but Wooyoung just let her have it as he took the 3 back seats as a bed for himself.

     After a while on the road, the couple—the actual couple— could already hear Wooyoung snore. San scoffed and turned to Meira, but she was barely keeping her own eyes opened. He giggled, "you two are the same."

     "Aye," she warned mid-sleep.

     "Alright, alright," he surrendered before looking at the man dozing off in the back seat quickly. "Wake him up, we are about to reach his apartment complex."

      With the headache brewing in her head, she threw her purse at his stomach to wake him up. "Woo, come on, we're here." The guy grunts in dismay.

     Once San stops the car, Wooyoung steps out lazily, and Meira opened the door to leave too, but his hand holds her back.

     "Where are you going?" he asks with a laugh. Meira frowns, and he laughs harder before pulling her back in. "We live together, remember?"

     "Oh," she let out, "we do." She smiles before opening the window. "Wooyoung!" She yells at the man walking away and he groans back. "You might have matching tattoos, but I live with him!" Meira boasts out loudly, and San has to pull her back before she comes tumbling out of the window.

      "Good for you," they hear Wooyoung yell back before going into his building. Meira laughs to herself in victory, and San looks at her then laughs too.

     "Gosh, what will I do with you?" San sighed.

     "I don't know, but you should've figured that out by now," Meira muttered as she tried to find a comfortable way of sitting so she could doze off for the rest of the ride.

     "I don't think I ever will."

This was initially first person pov, but then I changed it so cut me some slack 😂😂