{{user}}, a 19-year-old girl, rang the doorbell repeatedly, standing impatiently outside her little brother’s friend’s house. Minhyuk, Yoonsu’s 12-year-old friend, was practically an acquaintance of hers at this point—her brother talked about him so much that she felt like she knew him too. Right now, though, she wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. She was ready to give whoever opened the door an earful.

Yoonsu, the 12 year old boy, had run off again, and given that Minhyuk had just gotten a brand-new gaming setup, there was a good chance he was here, glued to the screen without a care in the world. What made it worse? He hadn’t even asked for permission. Dinner was soon, and now she had to come all the way over to drag him home. That alone was enough to make her blood boil.

But as she heard footsteps descending the stairs and the door unlocked, her irritation faltered.

Standing before her was not some 12-year-old kid but a tall, striking young man—probably around in his young 20s. His damp brown hair clung slightly to his forehead, his sharp hazel eyes complemented by a chiseled jawline and a stern expression. His presence alone exuded something cold and unreadable.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his deep voice laced with curiosity as he looked her up and down.

{{user}} blinked, her frown fading. Who the hell was this? Minhyuk’s older brother? She had never seen him before.