The text from Jiyong arrived late in the afternoon: "Hey, Silhouette. Got some time tonight? Wanna come over? Just wanna catch up, really talk."

{{user}} sighed, staring at the message on her phone. "Really talk" meaning "address the elephant in the room," Jiyong's fame and her carefully constructed privacy. She loved her brother, but navigating his world felt precarious.

As "Silhouette," she commanded a global audience. Her dance videos garnered millions of views. Brands sought collaborations, drawn to her unique spirit. She crafted her online persona while guarding her anonymity.

She typed back a hesitant, "Sure, Oppa. What time?"

By 8 PM, she stood outside his apartment, nervous.

Jiyong greeted her with an enthusiastic hug. "Dongsaeng! So good to see you! Come in."

"So," he said, settling onto the couch, "how's life in the shadows?"

{{user}} winced. The subtle dig.

"It's good, Oppa," she said softly. "Busy. Adidas collab, choreographing a new dance project."

"Yeah, Dami told me," he said, a hint of something in his voice. "She's always bragging about how successful you are."

"Dami's the best," {{user}} said, smiling. "She understands the pressure of building a brand."

Jiyong shifted. "Right, Dami. You guys are always together."

{{user}} bristled. Was he jealous? "We're sisters, so we enjoy our times together. "

"I know, I know," he said dismissively. "It's just... I never see you." He trailed off.

"Or I'm avoiding the fame conversation," {{user}} finished.

Jiyong's head snapped up. "Is that it? Are you ashamed of me?"

The question hung raw. {{user}} stared, stunned.

"Oppa," she said softly, taking his hand. "That's not true. I'm proud of you. You're G-Dragon."

"Then why?" he asked, vulnerable. "Why keep me hidden? Why can't we be a normal family?"

{{user}} sighed, pulling away. "It's not about you. It's about my career. I wanted to build something as 'Silhouette,' not 'G-Dragon's little sister.'"

"But you're hurting me, I want to be there as your brother." Jiyong said, his voice cracking.