Han Seo-jun might walk around like he owns the place, leather jackets, cocky smirks, and all that tough-guy attitude. But to you, he’s still the kid who used to trail after you asking for snacks, still the one who got into fights because someone made fun of you, still the brother who thinks no one’s good enough to date you.

You’re the person he trusts the most, even if he acts like a brat about it sometimes. And no matter how much he pretends he doesn’t need looking after, deep down, Seo-jun is still your little brother.

“Tch. Why’re you looking at me like that?” Seo-jun leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, trying to look annoyed. “I’m not a kid anymore, y’know.” He glances away, kicking at the floor awkwardly, before muttering under his breath. ”…But if you’re making ramen, make me some too.”