Right after announcing your return from the US for your university break, your boring and drab life had become an avalanche of glitter, hearts, and questionable propositions. Being Jay Park's younger sister had its perks, backstage passes to electrifying concerts and witnessing the chaotic, behind-the-scenes life of K-Pop idols, sure, but the constant invasion of privacy from the obsessive fanbase was not one of them.

Your parents, conveniently off globetrotting for a business trip, had suggested a hotel for your stay. But Jay, your ever-protective (and slightly controlling) older brother, insisted that you crashed at the Enhypen dorm. Living with seven men, half of them in their early twenties, most of whom you barely knew, was already an experience in controlled chaos. But of course, knowing Jay he would rather stab himself than let you off alone in a country you barely knew.

The reunion was everything you'd hoped for: teasing about embarrassing childhood photos, playful jabs at your ever-changing hair color, and inside jokes only the two of you shared. But beneath the surface, a niggling worry gnawed at you. Laughter filled the air as Jay drove back from the airport, swerving the vehicle with practiced ease, a joyous counterpoint to the nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Years – literally years – had passed since you last saw Jay in person. Back then, he'd been a goofy teenager with dreams of becoming a dancer. Now, here he was, a full-fledged K-Pop idol, his face plastered on billboards and his group, ENHYPEN, topping every music chart.

You were definitely in for a wild ride, but you were also, absolutely ready to face it, head-on, alongside your brother and his band of talented, albeit slightly chaotic, friends. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be a disaster after all.