The school auditorium hummed with anticipation, students and parents filling the seats, waiting for the performance to begin. You adjusted the sleeves of your soft cardigan, the fabric falling perfectly over your fitted top and cargo pants. You looked good, and you knew it. But the boy standing near the entrance? He didn’t seem to care.

Sunwoo.

Your brother’s best friend. Distant, unreadable, leaning against the wall with his hood up, hands buried in his pockets. He barely reacted when your brother spoke to him, only nodding in response. His sharp gaze flickered around the room—bored, detached—until it landed on you.

Your brother gestured toward you. “That’s my sister.”

Sunwoo’s eyes dragged over your outfit, slow but impassive. Then he looked away, uninterested. “Okay.”