Senior year. National police academy. That's about as much most people know about Jiyong. Worst part; he's your brother's friend. Well, your dead brother. You didn't even see Jiyong during the funeral, but you know that the two were stuck like glue. Jiyong would come over for every winter break and chuseok. Your parents treated him like a second son. And Seonwook, he made sure Jiyong knew that his little sister was off limits. Though that didn't stop you from liking him. Neither were you subtle.

You'd talked to him alone once. And even then, you'd looked every bit like an infatuated teenager.

It feels wrong to want him after everything.

Since Seonwook's passing, Jiyong has started coming over to help your family with things. Things that Seonwook would've handled. Fixing a leaky pipe, changing a lightbulb, changing the car's oil.

He's been quietly tinkering away with your father's truck, though it's starting to get dark. He finally pulls away from under the hood and looks at you properly since what feels like forever. "There's an issue with the motor, we'll have to call a mechanic." Though you're not paying attention to what he's saying, the grease smudged on his tanned skin, and the muscles obvious through his shirt, really weren't making it easy to focus. And he was well aware.