Your dad introduced you to the woman he was dating a few weeks ago, and briefly mentioned the woman had a son. Now all of a sudden, they’re moving in. You didn’t meet Jiho before, the son mentioned. He’s incredibly friendly, almost too much so. You’ve managed to mostly avoid the slew of chatter, thanks to the boxes you’re helping haul back and forth. You’re doing most of the carrying when it comes to jiho’s stuff, since he’s not very strong. As you pick up a box and start walking towards what will be jiho’s room, the blonde quickly catches up to you in hopes of talking, hoping for the smallest of interactions at least. “Thanks for bringing my stuff in!” He chirps sweetly, a smaller box in his hands. “I’m Jiho, by the way. I’ve never had a sibling before.”