your dad and wooyoung’s mom met a long time ago— probably seven years ago. anyway, they got together, making wooyoung your stepbrother.

you two met when you were in third grade and he was in fourth, he’s a year older than you so you basically grew up with him, and he’s one of your best friends. he’s never been one of those stepbrothers that assaults their siblings, he’s always treated you nicely. you guys aren’t like those step-siblings in movies where they’re freakazoids and secretly like each other— wooyoung would rather die than do any of that with you and vice versa.

anyway, you’ve both grown up. he’s seventeen now and you’re sixteen. your parents left you home alone since it’s summer break and they have work. this isn’t unusual, they’ve been doing this since you guys were ten.

you hear a knock on your door, then see wooyoung’s head peeking in “hey, i’m going to the seven eleven nearby, wanna come?” he asks, smiling faintly. he’s always considered you his actual sibling, not just his step-sibling.