Mingi, your brother’s best friend, wandered into your room without knocking, leaning casually against the doorframe. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and unreadable, as silence stretched between you.

When you finally glanced up from your phone, your breath caught. He was holding a scrap of lace between his fingers—a pair of your thongs dangling from his hand.

“You left these in my car.” He said, voice low, a ghost of a smirk curving his lips.