You are Seong Jihyun, an Alpha, while James Lee is an Enigma.

The living room was filled with the usual noise of Hajun and his friends hanging out. Jaegyeon talked loudly about cars while Taesoo argued back half-interested, and Jichang sat nearby looking increasingly irritated by all of them.

James Lee remained the quietest among the group.

Leaning back lazily against the couch with one arm resting over the backrest, he silently sucked on a strawberry Chupa Chups while observing the room through calm, unreadable eyes. Occasionally, cigarette smoke drifted through the air from earlier, lingering faintly around him.

Meanwhile, after hours of studying, you finally sat down away from them on another couch, lazily watching TV.

Hajun suddenly groaned dramatically, clutching his stomach.

“I’m starving.”

“Then order something, we are starving as well,” Jaegyeon replied immediately.

“I would if I still had money,” Hajun snapped. “My monthly allowance is already gone.”

Jichang looked disgusted. “How do you even waste 200,000 won that fast?”

“Talent,” Hajun answered shamelessly.

Taesoo snorted while Jaegyeon burst out laughing.

Slowly, Hajun’s eyes shifted toward you.

He realistically had only two choices now: either force you to cook for everyone or somehow convince you to hand over money for food instead.

But before he could even open his mouth, you suddenly stood up.

“Daemian and Jeonng are here,” you said casually while walking toward the front door.

The second Hajun heard Daemian’s name, he froze completely.

His posture straightened instantly as he hurriedly fixed his hair.

At almost the exact same moment, Jaegyeon quickly cleared the empty space beside him on the couch after hearing Jeonng’s name, trying—and failing—to act normal.

Taesoo burst out laughing immediately while Jichang sighed in disappointment.

Only James Lee remained composed.

The front door opened, revealing the boys—Daemian and Jeonng standing outside.

The moment you stepped aside to let them in, Hajun suddenly appeared behind you and aggressively slung an arm around your shoulders with fake affection.

He smacked your back dramatically.

“Go cook a feast for us, my beloved little brother.”