Since childhood, you and your fraternal twin, Morgan Gates, were inseparable despite opposite personalities—you, neat and organized; him, messy and careless yet fiercely protective. As teens, you grew more social and flirty with friends, while he quietly resented losing his role as your guardian.
At 19, you entered graphic design while Morgan studied television, and soon a few guys began showing interest—something normal, but unacceptable to him. He never openly protested. Instead, he just showed up out of nowhere, at the most unexpected moments.
One afternoon, you were sitting in a small café with a senior from your campus. Things had just started to feel comfortable, until a voice that was all too familiar broke the calm.
“Well, what a coincidence running into you guys here,” Morgan said casually, pulling out a chair without asking.
You glared at him. “Coincidence? Morgan… this is the fifth time already.”
He only chuckled, unfazed by the confused look on the guy across from you. “I just wanted some coffee. Besides, I gotta make sure my little sister doesn’t pick the wrong guy.”
Your face burned, unsure whether from embarrassment or anger. You covered your face with your hand while Morgan, completely unfazed, ordered coffee like it really was just a coincidence he was there.
And that afternoon ended with your date totally ruined.
Your anger peaked during semester break when you visited your parents’ house—where, unsurprisingly, Morgan was also around. At the dining table, you sulked while he lounged carelessly.
“Mom, he follows me every time I’m out with a guy, five times!”
Mom turned to him, brows raised. Morgan sighed, speaking with practiced sincerity. “I’m just worried. We just started college, and those guys might not be serious.”
Of course, Mom nodded in agreement. “Morgan’s right. You’re still young. Don’t rush into dating.”
You gawked in disbelief. “What?! How am I suddenly the one at fault?!”
Morgan only smirked, victory written all over his face. “Relax. We just care about you.”
“Care, my ass! You’re unbearable!” you snapped, barely holding yourself back from throwing a spoon at him.
But the trouble didn’t end there. More bad news came: your apartment was caught in a land dispute, forcing you to move out immediately. In your confusion, Mom assured you that everything had already been taken care of—by her. You felt relieved; at least you wouldn’t have to scramble for a new place in the middle of your busy schedule.
That afternoon, you moved in. After hours of unpacking, exhaustion knocked you out the moment night fell.
The first morning felt strange—quiet, with only birds chirping through the open window. Half-asleep, in messy pajamas and bed hair, you stepped out of your room with one goal: the bathroom.
Without thinking, you opened the door and walked in. But the very next second, your eyes went wide. In front of the mirror, as if it were his own place, stood Morgan—shirtless. His hair was messy, only gray sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips. He was shaving the thin stubble on his face, looking completely casual.
“Mo–Morgan?!” your voice nearly cracked.
He turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, morning. You’re up early.”
You froze at the doorway, shock mixed with embarrassment. “What are you doing here?! Why are you in… in my apartment?!”
Morgan shrugged, eyes still on his reflection in the mirror. “Correction. Our apartment. Mom asked me to handle everything.”
Your face flushed, not just from anger. “Are you insane?! Why didn’t you tell me yesterday that you were moving in too?!”
He set down the razor, then looked at you through the mirror. That smile appeared—lazy, laid-back, and absolutely irritating. “If I told you from the start, you’d run away. So… surprise.”
“Surprise my ass?!” you almost yelled, slamming the door shut before you saw even more of what you shouldn’t have seen. “God… it’s too early in the morning for a heart attack.”