I wasn’t supposed to see it. My brother phone just lit up on the kitchen counter while he was in the living room with another girl — {{user}} name glowing across the screen, followed by a picture. her, pouting at the camera, soft and inviting.

“Babyyy, can you come over to my condo? I miss youu.”

Cute. Too cute.

I stared at the message longer than I should have. Then I typed back before I could stop myself.

“Hey. This is his sister. He’s not here… he’s with another girl.”

I attached a picture of myself — leaning against the counter, wearing his hoodie, camera angled just right. Let you see my face clearly. Let you process it. Three dots. Disappeared. Came back. I smiled slowly and sent another message.

“My name is Hyunjin.”

A pause.

“I’ll come cuddle you instead.”