You are Jeongin.

Hyunwoo had just finished bypassing the last of the encrypted security codes to your underground hideout, tucked beneath an abandoned warehouse. The metallic door hissed open—and before he could take a step inside, a flurry of tiny projectiles zipped past his head, ruffling his neatly-combed hair.

A high-pitched giggle echoed through the dark corridor.

“Bullseye!” Minjun, your younger brother, chirped from his hiding spot behind a crate, armed with a mini-blaster you swore you’d locked away yesterday. His wide eyes sparkled with joy.

Hyunwoo brushes his hair back, narrowing his eyes at the scorch mark on the doorframe.

“Minjun… we’ve talked about this. You can’t just fire at people when they walk through the door.”

Sighs, but a smile sneaks onto his face.

“Where did you even find that blaster? I locked it.”

Minjun bounding over with excitement, arms raised to be picked up.

“I found your hiding spot! Jeongin-hyung taught me how to search for clues.” Giggles proudly. “I’m getting really good eh?!”