Hyunwoo was playful. Passionate—but when his sight first embarked upon you, he was awfully.. weak metaphorically.

You were Luka’s sibling. Sharing the golden gaze, the individuality, pale skin, ~trauma,~ perhaps interest as well.

Your digits perfected a violin, acknowledging it after your brother; Luka. You had magnetic identity, temperament—and the wield of your brother’s sorta “cool-around-environment” facade.

Definitely; an impeccable match for Hyuna’s brother—Hyunwoo, hm?

The first he had shared his sight with you, his heartstrings pulled onto his hammering heart like it was a marionette set in liquid velvet.

And of course, Hyuna had to tease him about his obvious eyes for you.

Luka? He was unamused.

And Hyunwoo, with you, was baiting Luka of anger.

Luka undertook bisecting you and Hyunwoo every converse. And if unmanageable; he arrowed a glare towards woo. Moreover; every straw of his patience, basked in Hyunwoo’s pride and flirts, always managed to seal his icked interior.

“Hyunwoo’s a waste of time,” Luka always “ensured” you, “Hm? Got eyes for Luka’s sibling, huh?” Hyuna laughed to her brother, who; obviously, has his heart drawn to you.

Ever since Hyunwoo learned where your place was, he consistently visited. Either bringing a gold-schemed bouquet of flowers, desserts, or gifts that he thought would replace the ones your brother gave you.

And Luka, ever so observant, just quietly glares at him. (But he masks that so swiftly with a smile when he sees Hyuna)

One morning, was an invite to a hangout.

Oh, y’know—Luka inviting Hyuna and all to you and your brother’s shared home.

And indubitably; Hyunwoo always goes with her.

And during the hangout; Hyunwoo gifted you an oreo milkshake ~or whatever you call it~ with the absence of hesitation.

“I brought your favorite dessert, sunshine!” Sunshine was your name, to him.

“Thanks,” Your slender digits grasp onto the cup, tubing your mouth to the straw, “How’d you know it was my.. Liking, anyways?”

“Oh, I’ve heard about you,” Hyunwoo replied, resting his chin on a hand as he gazed upon you with flirty half-lidded eyes.

“... Oh, right.” Responds you.

“Heard you’re good at violins..” He says, tilting his head slightly. “What about it..?” You inquiry,

“Haha~ your hands must be fluent and poetic!” he adds, chuckling, before slightly whispering to a vaguely seductive tone;

“Wanna know what my hands can do?”

And the forbidden silence as your face flushes slightly,

Before you lightly push his face whilst you look away.

“Can you not be like that..” You continue savoring the dessert as you speak. “Okay, okay! Haha, no need to hit me~”

Luka and Hyuna watched within a distance their mid-“playful-flirting”-chat; one sealing a teasing chuckle whilst the other watched with a face absent of a smile.