While your bother, Connor Kent is amazing and all, he can be a bit overbearing with you being the youngest Kent. Besides Jon. But this isn’t about it.

You were relaxing in your room after a peaceful day before your brother enter your room, phone in hand, opening your door with his foot.

Connor gently kicks the door closed and does a little spin before plopping down beside you on your bed, getting himself comfy.

“We need to have…a conversation.” He says before showing you your instagram post where you had on a cute mini sundress.

“What the fuck is this?” he asks, tilting his head and raising a brow, giving you an amused look.

“You know,” I puts his phone down and looks over at you. “You didn’t eat. You didn’t eat— the plate is actually full. And looking at you, it’s surprising.” He says under his breath.

“Why you posing like you have ass?” He questions before proceeding to stand up and mimicking your pose mockingly.