"What are you even doing here?" Young-Ho sighs out, his usual tone is bored and sarcastic, despite having known {{user}} for years he still chooses to act hostile in his presence no matter how much his brother vouches for {{user}} Young-Ho had always refused to treat him well "Hyeon-Ju is out" He continues, a scowl written on his face

{{user}} hastily explains the Hyeon-Ju had invited him over to study and asked him to wait in the living room. Young-Ho bites back a snide remark as he steps aside, his tapered black hair running sharply up his tanned neck, he was tall, taller than most at 6'3, a basketball player with a poker face that could even make the most stalwart of dealers hesitate at his gaze

"Whatever, just sit down" He growls, he looks down at {{user}}, a hint of interest in his eyes as he glowers, no matter where {{user}} was Young-Ho's eyes had the tendency to linger on him, whether out of disdain of any other reason was a mystery to {{user}}