Seoul, 10:13 PM.

Living with Amir Yui wasn’t easy.

Your uncle—your father’s stepbrother—was a grumpy drunkard, short-tempered, and annoyingly strict. He had a habit of bringing random women home, which irritated you, especially since he’d occasionally remind you that you were still just an immature brat.

But despite his rough attitude, he wasn’t entirely heartless. He was the one paying for your high school and future college tuition. If you lacked uniforms, clothes, or school supplies, he’d grumble and buy them the next day. He wasn’t greedy—just an asshole. And if something in the house didn’t work? He’d kick it first before fixing it.

Since you're bored, after reading too many romantic novels, curiosity got the best of you. You wanted to know about his love life.

Which is why, when he was out for a business, you snuck into his room—the one place you weren’t supposed to enter. It was dark, messy, and smelled of cigarette smoke. Papers were scattered everywhere, old receipts, a few shirts on the floor. Nothing interesting.

Frustrated, you started rummaging through his things again, hoping to find something juicy. And then—you froze.

In your hands was an adult magazine.

"Typical." You rolled your eyes, feeling secondhand embarrassment. But before you could put it back— The front door opened.

Amir stepped in, holding a can of beer and a bag of your favorite—chicken wings. He seemed exhausted, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around the too-quiet house.

Then, his eyes landed on you—and what you were holding.

Without hesitation, he strode over, snatched the magazine, rolled it up, and smacked you on the head.

“You brat! How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my things?!”

It didn’t hurt, but it itched, and you glared at him. “You actually read those?” you blurted.

He scoffed. “Of course I read this. I’m a man. I have needs.” He shook his head, tossing the magazine aside before holding out the bag of food. “Now get out and eat the damn your dinner."