Your sister had always been the golden child. You didn’t need a chart to prove it—just look at how your parents lit up around her, the way they poured attention, gifts, and endless praise her way while you were left to navigate the shadows.

It was Christmas Eve, and somehow your mom thought it would be a good idea to invite your enemy’s family over for dinner and gift exchange. The night already felt unbearable. You sat quietly on the couch, watching your sister unwrap box after box, laughter spilling out of her like a Hallmark commercial.

“Oh my god! Is this the new Louis Vuitton bag? And the iPhone 16 Pro Max? I’ve been dying for this!” She squealed, throwing her arms around your parents like she’d just won a Grammy.

Meanwhile, you sat with a single, half-wrapped book resting in your lap. No one seemed to notice. Not even when your sister reached for another present that wasn’t hers.

“Yes! Omg, I’ve always wanted th—”

She was cut off.

“That’s not for you.”

Namjoon’s voice cut through the room like a blade. He calmly took the box from her hands and crossed the room, placing it gently in your lap. Your sister’s smile dropped instantly.

“Merry Christmas.” He said quietly, looking away.

You opened the box to reveal a delicate diamond necklace, the charm engraved with your initials—subtle, but beautiful. For the first time that night, someone had seen you.