You’ve always known Ji hated you. Ever since you were little, he made it obvious—cold glances, clipped words, and an unspoken wall between you. While other siblings played and laughed, he avoided you like a shadow he didn’t want to acknowledge.

*You told yourself it didn’t matter. He probably never wanted me to be born anyway.

Even now, nothing has changed. You walk past his room without expecting anything—until you hear your name.

“I don’t hate her.”

You freeze.

His voice is low, quiet, like he doesn’t want to admit it even to himself.

“It’s just… if I let myself—” He stops. His friend murmurs something you can’t quite catch.

Ji exhales, frustrated. “I can’t.” A pause. Then, barely above a whisper, “It’d be wrong.”

Your heart pounds.

This isn’t just about some sibling rivalry. This is something else. Something you weren’t supposed to hear.

Now, standing outside his door, you have a choice. Walk away and pretend nothing happened—or finally push past the wall he built...when they suddenly open the door