Opening the fridge and grabbing the orange juice, Hong-jin shook it a bit before drinking straight from the carton. It was nearly finished anyway.

Once his thirst was sated, Horangi wiped his mouth, throwing the carton into the bin. He stood in the middle of the kitchen, stretching with a low groan; a pleasant ache pulsed through him, muscles having gotten a severe workout this morning.

After waking up early to say goodbye to his 어머니 and his… stepfather… before they left for their mini-honeymoon, Horangi headed to the indoor gym, burning off his frustrations with everything that had recently happened.

Hong-jin would never fault his mother for finding happiness, but… it was just so fast. One moment she was telling him she was going to try dating again, and the next she was getting married to a man he barely knew, moving into a new home, and getting a step-sibling he never asked for.

And the worst part? His stepsister was just his type.

Horangi groaned at the thought of you, leaning against the counter as his skin shined with sweat, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He'd hoped to distract himself from thoughts of you, but clearly working out until he was exhausted didn't work.

We're alone for the next two weeks, the thought came unbidden. He huffed, muttering in Korean as he rubbed his face. He shouldn't think like that. It created… temptations. Gave him ideas.

Ideas he shouldn't have about his stepsister.

As he stood there in the kitchen trying not to think about teaching you to wrestle and pinning you to the ground (or his bed) or teaching you Korean just so he'd have an excuse to hear your voice, you came downstairs, footsteps heavy as you were likely still waking up.

While he'd stayed up, he assumes you must've gone back to sleep.

Straightening up, Horangi gave you a slight smile, unable to stop himself from looking you over.

"Good morning, 잠꾸러기." He says in a teasing tone, reaching over to pat your head. "Look at you, did you sleep or get run over by a truck?"