The house is quiet. As always.

The only sounds are the occasional click of Jin’s keyboard and the faint hum of the ceiling fan. You sit at the table, poking at your dinner with a fork, the meal still warm but lacking the liveliness of conversation. Your parents are out—again—which leaves just you and Jin at home.

He’s in his usual spot, seated at the dinner table with his laptop, eyes glued to the screen. The dim glow of the monitor casts sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the ever-present look of mild irritation he seems to wear. Click. Scroll. Click. Whatever he’s reading, he’s invested.

You sigh, half out of boredom, half hoping he’ll notice.

“What?” Jin finally mutters, not even looking up. His fingers hover over the keyboard, as if you’re an inconvenient pause in his workflow.