ee's heart flew and his chest felt light all over again. He hadn't seen his sister in months, and all of the thrill of seeing her sent his arms up int he air as he shouted her name loud and clear.

Kiki bounded to her feet at the sound. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that bobbed when she walked forward, her smile bright and wide. "Lee!" she said, giggling as she slammed into him. She jumped, feet sweeping off of the ground.

Lee swung her around. His eyes were wide, his heart still frozen in shock from finding her there, outside of Manley Hall. When he set her down, he held her at arm's length and shook his head, mouth ajar. "How did you...?"

"I took a bus," she said, smiling. "I left my phone at home to throw Sen off my trail."

She leant over, peering around Lee. Lee glanced back at where Rushil was just now approaching, a bit out of breath. Rushil waved and said, "Hey, I'm Rushil—Lee's friend."

"Future roommate," Lee added, dropping his hands to pull Rushil over by the shoulder. Rushil laughed.

Kiki put her hand out to him. "Nice to meet you, Rushil, friend and future roommate," she said. She gave him a firm shake and said, "Any friend of Lee's is a friend of mine."

She leant back and pushed her sunglasses back and, likewise, tucked a loose braid behind her ear. Her bangs were fluffy and combed neatly to one side, framing her bright, steely blue eyes. Lee felt compelled to hug her again, so he did, squeezing her tightly around the shoulders. She tucked her cheek to his shoulder, her hands settling lightly on his back.

Kiki's hair smelled like home, and Lee closed his eyes against the aroma of lavender incense and the warmth bubbling in his chest. "I missed you too," she said, patting his shoulder.

"What're you doing here?" he said, leaning back.

She went back to the bench and sat down. Lee ducked down beside her. He had too much energy to sit still on a bench, so Rushil took her other side and put his elbow on the backrest, facing Kiki as she scratched a finger against her cheek and smiled weakly.

"Well... I wanted to talk to you," she said. She pouted then and muttered, "And Ma has been more unbearable than usual. I needed to get out of the house."

She glanced at Rushil, who leant his head against his hand and said, "Oh, don't worry about me. I'm all caught up."

"Sen came to visit me," Lee said. Kiki turned back, eyes wide in surprise. Her ponytail flicked back and smacked Rushil in the face. As Rushil sputtered and flicked hair out of his mouth, Lee said, "How was the USFC Law entry exam?"

Kiki gave a firm nod and said, "It went well. I turned in my essay last month and they were quick to get back to me."

"Are you... seriously planning on attending?" he asked.

Kiki tucked her hands between her legs, shoulders pushed up to her ears. She looked guiltily out to the water and said, "I don't know... I just really want to go to school here and be with you."

"Aw..." Rushil sang. Both Kiki and Lee turned to look at him, and Rushil turned away, cheeks puffed out, "What? That was really sweet..."

"You shouldn't pick your major based on whether or not it'll be paid for," Lee told her. "I thought you were into psychology?"

"I am!" she insisted, only to wither a little. "It isn't that I'm not interested in criminal justice. I really like prison psychiatry, so I'm thinking that if I go into criminal law, I'll get to go back to school for psychiatry."

Lee opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when he saw Rushil mouthing to him in alarm, "Prison psychiatry?" and pointing to Kiki. Kiki followed Lee's gaze back to Rushil, who resumed his casual, innocent position back against the bench seat.

Kiki took Lee's hand from where he held the edge of the bench. She squeezed it affectionately and said, "You've been watching out for me for so long. Let me watch out for you, okay? I tried my best on the entrance exam, and I'll be really happy just to get accepted."

Lee frowned down at their joined hands. When he looked up again, Kiki was smiling softly. She shook her head, chin up, and said, "Consider this my biggest Fuck You to Dad."

Lee laughed. He rubbed a hand under his eye and said, "Well, I can't argue with staging a rebellion."

"Usurp the throne," she said.

"I'll have to kill Sen to do that," he said.

"You hold him down and I'll punch. How does that sound?"

They leant together, giggling. Lee threw his head back and laughed, pushing to his feet. Meanwhile, Rushil stared at them in mild alarm over all of the talk surrounding a family murder. Lee pulled Kiki up next to him and threw his arm around her shoulders. "You can stay the night if Ma doesn't send Sen after you anytime soon," he told her.

She nodded with a hum of excitement.

His stomach growled again. He put a hand to it as Rushil laughed. "Well, I'll leave you two here. I'm sure you two need to catch up."

"It was nice meeting you, Rushil," Kiki said with a bright smile. She reached out to him, and Lee blinked in surprise at the sight of a blush on his friend's cheeks as he wrapped his arms around Kiki for a chaste hug. As Rushil pulled back, she pointed to him and said, "Keep an eye on my brother for me, okay?"

Rushil laughed and saluted her. "Aye, aye, captain."

Kiki took Lee by the hand then and started towards Manley Hall. As they went, Lee linked their fingers together and laughed when Kiki rambled on, saying, "I was planning on sneaking into the building but I got so distracted—it's such a beautiful day outside! I don't even know your dorm number, so I figured if I knocked on enough doors, you'd be on the other side of one, right?"

They ate an early dinner at the Manley dining hall. They abused the ice cream station which Lee was certain Milo would have something to say about. He didn't care, though, not when Kiki was sitting across from him with a pleased smile rounding out her cheeks. Kiki was the only person in the world who made him so giddy. He felt like a kid again, immature, stupid—he wasn't a stressed-out college kid juggling work and school when Kiki was there ranting about silly bullshit.

Kiki settled her arms on the table and leant over, grinning. Lee raised an eyebrow at her and said, "It looks like you've got some tea."

"I do have tea," she said, nose in the air. "You wanna hear it?"

"Absolutely," he said.

"I've got a date. To prom."

Lee snorted and said, "Prom's in the spring." Kiki's smile widened. Lee lowered his spoon and said, "Who is he." He didn't mean for it to come out as a threat, but then again, it did, and Kiki was leaning back with an amused laugh.

She laid her hands flat on the table and said, ponytail swishing, "She is from a different school. We met at the last school dance."

Lee's eyes widened. He leant forward and said, "She? I thought—! Oh! Oh, that's great, Kiki."

"You sound like a grandpa," she muttered.

"I'm serious, though! That's great!"

"Why are you so surprised?" she whined, slumping to the side. Lee startled, reaching across the table for her hand. She sprung up then, suddenly eager, and said, "We're thinking purple for our color scheme! She's gonna wear a tux and I'm so excited I could just vomit."

"Please don't vomit," Lee laughed. "Does Ma know?"

Kiki nodded, sobering a little. She put her chin on her hand, her free hand tapping Lee's as she said, "Yeah. As you can imagine she's pretty hyped that my date's a girl... So I'm not worried about them sabotaging the dance."

The previous year, Kiki had been banned from prom. Prom was never Lee's schtick, but Kiki had been devastated. Their mother used the lame excuse of grounding Kiki for some insignificant argument they had several days before the dance.

"I just have to... stay on their good sides," she said with a resolute nod.

"Which... includes sneaking off to USFC?" Lee droned.

Kiki grinned, her cheeky nature simmering with guilt as she said, "Yeah... perhaps not my best plan ever..." She perked up a moment later, though, scooping up a dose of fudge and ice cream as she said, "But tell me about the college life! Have you gone to any parties?"

Lee smiled and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, but not until recently. Rushil's roommate is in a frat so he's been getting us into parties on the weekends."

"Sounds fun! What're they like? Better than Sen's house parties, I hope," she said with a nervous giggle. Sen never liked Kiki enough to take her to USFC for social events, but Dad's insistence on acclimating Lee to USFC gave him more of an excuse to take Lee instead.

Suffice to say that Kiki had taken the brunt of Lee's rants and stories about the parties.

"Definitely better," he said. He described the atmosphere of it—the lights, the mosh pit, the couches on the front lawn. It was all fast-paced and vivacious, the sort of place that blended well with Malibu and a killer soundtrack.

They finished their ice cream and went to Lee's dorm. There, Lee ignored his homework in favor of watching a movie with Kiki on his bed, the lights off and the city commotion blinking through his open window. Passing cars spread their headlights across the walls of his dorm room as they fell asleep without a care in the world.

When morning came, though, Lee's phone woke them up. He startled with a groan, pushing himself up by the elbow. Kiki had her back to him, facing the room. She squinted at the early morning light streaming in through the window and looked back at where Lee held his phone out and read Sen's name on the screen.

"Fuck," he sighed, answering the call. He put his phone to his ear and said, "Hello?"

"I'm outside your dorm," Sen said. "Kiki with you?"

Lee sighed, rubbing a hand over the side of his face. Kiki sat up and, when Lee nodded, Kiki got up and put her shoes on. "Yeah, we're coming down. Don't get your thong in a twist," he said.

His laptop was still open from eight hours before. He closed it and followed Kiki out of the bed with a groan reminiscent of an elderly man three times his age. Kiki looked up from her boots and said, "You don't have to walk down with me."

"I absolutely do need to walk down with you," he said, grabbing a sweatshirt from his closet. He tugged it on and rubbed his sleeves over his greasy face before saying, "Okay, I'm good. Let's go."

Lee walked Kiki to the elevator where, as the doors closed, Kiki put her arms around Lee's torso. He squeezed her back, watching the number drop on the screen until they were at last on the ground floor. The door pinged and opened.

They could see the Ferrari through the lobby windows as Lee walked Kiki across the building. When they stepped outside, there was a light drizzle in the air. They found Sen leant up against the hood of the car, arms crossed, an umbrella in one hand. Lee scowled at his brother as he dropped his arm from around Kiki's shoulders as they drew near the car.

Kiki spared Sen a brief glance before claiming the passenger's seat. Sen held the umbrella over her before he shut the door. He stepped up to where Lee watched from the sidewalk. Sen came to a stop, tall, slim legs crossing at the ankles, the umbrella deflecting the rain over Lee's dampened hair.

"Well, I hope you had fun," Sen hummed.

"It was torture," Lee droned sarcastically. "Make sure she gets home all right, and that Mom doesn't tear her to pieces."

"How could she? We have another three weeks," he said, tipping his head to the side.

Lee ground his teeth together. He crossed his arms and watched as Sen glimpsed him over before turning on his heels and heading for the driver's side. Sen didn't spare him a second glance as he ducked into the driver's side and shut the door. The engine roared to life, rumbling to a purr as Sen pulled away from the curb. Kiki waved to Lee from the passenger's seat until they were out on the road.

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The rain trickled down Lee's dorm room window as the day went on. When the light began to fade outside, Lee remained too focused on his homework to bother turning on a light. A square of light from the window sent a patchwork of shadows from the raindrops across his desk. After a while, he rubbed his strained eyes and looked up at the time on his computer screen. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust.

He checked his phone. There weren't any messages from Park and he really needed a shower. He got up with a sigh and gathered the necessary bullshit for the shared showers on the floor. Shared restrooms were the downfall of dorm life, but he supposed that was just a product of being raised in a mansion where he had an ensuite restroom.

He wouldn't go back to that for shit, though, so he'd deal with wearing flip-flops in the showers even if he looked like an absolute douche in them. Flip-flops. As if he wasn't chaotic enough.

He set his phone up on the concrete ledge between the shower stalls. He cranked up his music and turned the hot water. With the curtain closed, he stripped—aside from his flip-flops, duh—and hung his shit up on the hooks outside of the water stream.

Lee wasn't one for ridiculously long showers, so he made quick work of it, brushed his teeth, and spat the foam out down the drain. After all was said and done, his hair smelled like cherries and he was hopping into a fresh pair of sweatpants. He went to the automatic hand-dryers and ducked his head under them to dry his hair out a tad bit so that when he straightened up, he was all curly fluff.

He shut off his music and returned to his dorm. He had left the door unlocked, but he never expected anyone to actually waltz in during his shower session.

His bedroom light was on and, standing in the middle of the room, was a very wet-looking Milo Park.

Milo turned at the sound of the door opening. Lee jolted sharply, cussing under his breath with relief when he realized that it was just Milo. Milo dropped his duffle on the ground then, water dripping from his messy, post-travel hair.

"You just decided to invite yourself in?" Lee said, exasperated. His heart was still thudding in his chest from the fright. He tossed his towel into his closet along with his shower caddy. "Christ, Park, I thought you were a murderer or some shit."

Milo rolled his eyes as Lee feigned the innocent, helpless damsel. "Oh, please sir, spare me," he teased and punctuated it with a kick of his foot that shut the door.

Milo laughed as he strode up to Lee. Lee glanced at the duffle on the ground as Milo closed in. He let Milo's heated gaze back him up against the door and then, with one hand on the handle, Milo locked the door and with lidded eyes, said, "Do you really want me to spare you?"

Lee swallowed hard against the throbbing in the back of his throat that demanded to scream, "If you killed me I wouldn't even be mad."

Instead, all he could manage was a shake of his head before he was able to ask, "Did you... come straight from the airport?"

"Yeah," he said. His eyes lowered and focused heavily on Lee's lips. The realization of this made it impossible for Lee to block the temptation to lick his lip. His eyelids fluttered as he caught sight of Milo's hands reaching up from the door handle his periphery. He trembled as Milo's fingers grazed his neck, just barely. "Tell me what to do," Milo whispered.

"Kiss me, you idiot," Lee said, and Milo eagerly complied.

Milo crushed his lips to Lee's. He ducked low, his hands dropping fast to Lee's thighs, passing over his ass, and hooking Lee's legs to his hips. Lee's mouth fell open against the grunt that fell from Milo's lips.

Lee's back hit the door. He dragged his tongue across Milo's and curled it in his mouth, panting as he closed his arms over Milo's shoulders and combed his fingers through Milo's damp hair. He lapped his tongue against Milo's lips as they parted, their breaths hot and moist against their skin. Lee closed his mouth to Milo's before kissing the corner of his lips, his jaw, and laving open-mouthed kisses down his throat.

His back left the door. His world went horizontal before he collided with the comforter, gasping out a curse when Milo leant back, shedding his jacket and grabbing the hem of his shirt. Lee stared at the muscles of Milo's abdomen shift as he dragged his arms over his head, his hair tousled from the shirt. He flicked the shirt over to his duffle before putting a knee to the mattress, next to Lee's thigh.

Milo pushed his hands up past Lee's hips, lifting his shirt with a breathless, "Off."

Lee sat up, nose mere inches from Milo's as he pulled his shirt up over his head and chucked it across the room.

Milo mouthed at his neck as Lee fell back against the blankets. He hooked his arms around Milo's neck, his fingers in Milo's hair. His skin felt impossibly hot, his cheeks flushed pink when Milo's teeth grazed his neck and pinched the juncture of his neck to his trapezius muscle, hard enough to elicit a half-pained groan from Lee.

"Fuck," Lee gasped, fists closing in Milo's hair.

Milo's hot tongue licked a trail between Lee's pecs. He marked the skin above his abdomen and, all the while, Lee reveled in it. Milo's thumbs were rolling gloriously over his hipbones, and Lee preened, rolling his hips up, his knees pushed tight together as he tried to keep some semblance of control when Milo's ass was on his thighs.

Milo slipped his knee between Lee's legs. Lee pushed his leg up to Milo's crotch and rubbed his knee against the very obvious bulge in Milo's sweatpants. Milo groaned, his mouth leaving the sensitive skin just above Lee's waistband.

Lee brought his hands down to Milo's and, hooking his thumbs on his waistband, lowered them an inch. He watched Milo's eyes travel lower, stilling on the soft, pale skin under the waistband of Lee's exposed boxers. Milo caught his lip between his teeth, his hands hooking on Lee's hips and raising them to drag the fabric off of his narrow hips and shuck his sweatpants off of the bed. When Milo came back, Lee pushed himself up onto his hands, his bare legs pulled up.

He nearly asked Milo to turn the damn light off, but Milo came forward, eyes traveling up Lee's legs as he said, "You look amazing. Fuck, dude."

"I'm literally naked and you're calling me 'dude'?" Lee scoffed, heat swelling in his cheeks. "This isn't the goddamn locker room—"

Milo kissed his knee, his hands gently tugging his legs apart. His knee grazed Milo's bare chest, trembling under Milo's touch as his attention went to the star of the show.

"I haven't actually done this before," Lee blurted out. He wanted to punch himself repeatedly in the nuts for saying it. It wasn't his intention, by any means, to play the coy but experienced imbecile that cracked sexual jokes to get a rise out of Milo. But now, that entire facade cracked.

Milo, on the other hand, didn't hesitate. He grasped hold of Lee's crotch like he'd done at Sigma Alpha, but there was nothing between them aside from Lee's social and sexual incompetence. Lee choked on whatever he might have said next—it was probably embarrassing, knowing him—and cursed against Milo's lips.

Milo pulled away with a slow, tempting kiss. His heavy, minty breath fanned across Lee's mouth as he sighed, "I'll make you feel good, I promise."