If Geongmin thought that her staying in YeongMi's room would stop Namjoon's plans to hog his girlfriends company, she was sorely mistaken. He was momentarily confused when he saw the pair, Geongmin hugging herself to YeongMi's back - probably drooling on her pajamas, but they didn't need to talk about that - but he quickly swallowed back the surprise. 

It was cute, he thought, and easily altered his plans. Bouncing on the bed, he hardly let Geongmin begin sleepily complaining before her hugged her to him, pulling a still sleeping YeongMi along with them. All the stress and heartache had gotten to her, and she was exhausted, out cold. But, please, air! Geongmin was now sandwiched between them, the warmth and sweetness making her fake-gag in disgust. 

"Ew, let me out!" She complained, though she couldn't help the raucous giggles that soon erupted. This was enough to finally wake up YeongMi, who groggily rolled over, hugging the others tighter. And the morning was spent with a very amused Geongmin pretending to be mad and trying to escape the iron grasps of Namjoon and YeongMi. 

Over breakfast, the siblings were still chattering and quarreling, and their mother turned to YeongMi with a resigned smile. "You should've seen them as kids, battling over who got to use the pc to talk to school friends or play games before they got their first phones," she said, muffling a laugh behind her napkin while YeongMi snorted and eyed the pair. It was funny, to see the kind of sibling relationship they had. It was the kind that she saw in movies and television, the kind she always wished she could have. 

But she and Seungkwan, they weren't always like that. They were in it together, after all, and any real quarrel was quickly resolved to help each other cope with the stress of growing up with cameras all over, with no safe spots, no quiet spots. Plus, Seungkwan was already out of the house when YeongMi hit her early teens, which was supposedly the time when siblings would butt heads the most. She sighed wearily, though tried to hide it as the happy family turned to look at her. 

When they moved to the living room, the tv turned to a channel that nobody was even watching, Geongmin sitting on the floor in front of YeongMi while she braided her hair, Namjoon beside her as he did his best to braid her hair, and YeongMi was one second away from inviting mother-in-law to braid his hair so that the train could continue. When she was done, Geongmin burst up and ran to her room, and she shared a confused look with Namjoon. When the young girl returned, she held the journal again, rather victoriously waving it in the air and wiggling her eyebrows at Namjoon. 

"Guess what YeongMi and I found out last night~" She teased in a sing-song voice.

YeongMi held her hands up in a don't look at me, I'm innocent way, saying, "don't look at me, I was already asleep." 

Namjoon got up, and proceeded to chase Geongmin around while their parents held their heads in their hands with an exasperated expression of unhappy resignation. YeongMi laughed a little, crossing her arms as she melted back into the couch watching them. 

"You must have a thing for people named YeongMi~" Geongmin crowed, and YeongMi furrowed her brows in confusion. Namjoons mother suddenly snapped, looking as if she'd been hit by a memory asteroid. 

"That's right! I'd forgotten about that," she laughed, "oh, you used to always beg us to put that show on, oh gosh, what was it called-" 

YeongMi paled considerably, hugging a cushion pillow to her chest to try and hide the blanched look on her face. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. 

"I wonder if they still play those on those re-run channels," his dad mused with amusement, watching the group. "Oh, YeongMi? Whats with that look, are you jealous?" He teased, and YeongMi shook in violent denial. She pretended to laugh, waving them off as she buried her face in the cushion, eyes closing tightly as the memories overflowed. And when she composed herself, no-one questioned the drying tears, assuming they were from amusement, as Geongmin herself was still crying, now lying on the floor while Namjoon tickled her to distract her enough to snatch his old journal back. 

"What are the odds, really, to end up with someone with the same name as the first girl you called pretty - even if it was through a screen," Namjoon's mother laughed.

What were the odds indeed.