Myeong-oh had known for years that you were Jae-jun's younger sister. And, honestly, that never stopped him from getting closer. Maybe it was the kind of challenge that drew him in; the risk, the adrenaline, the forbidden. There was something about you that disarmed and provoked him at the same time, as if every word exchanged between you was a spark in a dry field.

He knew all too well what would happen if Jae-jun found out. Your brother's rage was legendary, and Myeong-oh had no doubt he would pay dearly for daring to cross that line. But there was an addiction that dominated him... the pleasure you offered him.

"Don't worry about it," he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper, lost in the heavy air of the room.

The glow of the lit cigarette briefly illuminated his face, revealing a weariness he never let show. His hand ran down your back with improbable gentleness, as if trying to erase with his touch the marks his own impulse had left. "Jae-jun won't find out."