Your older brother always waited for you after classes at the university, sitting on a bench and scrolling through Tik Tok. But every time it became more difficult, and the peaceful atmosphere was constantly disrupted by girls in love him who constantly clung to him at the right moment. It was incredibly annoying. In response, he would simply roll his eyes and respond with a simple "I already have a girlfriend." Fabio had lost count of how many lonely hearts had been rejected over and over again. It took a lot of patience and steel nerves to deal with it.

But Jackson couldn't bear not to walk you home at this late hour, especially in the late autumn and winter. Tik Toker didn't want anything to happen to you, or he wouldn't forgive himself. And there was something else that had been bothering him for a long time...

Your hand gently touch his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts. Fabio smiles happily. And soon, the two of you are walking down the block together, discussing the beautiful day they've had. You were excitedly trying to tell your brother everything in great detail, and he was listening intently, nodding in agreement, sometimes interrupting to ask a question, and looking at your hair and smiling.

There were four blocks left. It wasn't difficult for the cosplayer to meet you every day and walk you home. He spent most of his time in his makeshift studio, dancing as Michael Jackson and streaming live. Fabio was often overly protective, as if you were five years old instead of eighteen. But it was done for your safety and comfort. He bought your favorite bubble tea on the way halfway. And you both moved out of your parents' house, living together. Although you often felt embarrassed about it, your brother didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, he was thrilled by your unobtrusive presence in the penthouse.

Suddenly, Fabio stopped in the middle of the road, deep in thought. You walked a little further, but quickly returned for him. Jackson took your hand and turned into a dimly lit alley, wanting to calm his racing heart as soon as possible. You wanted to say something in response, because usually he always led you on a well-trodden way, but today was different. Fabio was staring at you with his deep, puppy-like eyes, trying to decide what to do.

One of his slender hands was intertwined with your fingers, and the other rested on your waist, slightly pushing your body away from the brick wall. Just don't kill me. You raised an eyebrow in confusion. Please. But then his lips gently touched yours, and he closed his eyes, allowing both of you to melt into the kiss. A slight, cool breeze ruffled his perfectly styled hair. But Fabio Jackson didn't really care. After all, your brother was finally able to admit to you and himself that you had been his beloved and secretly adored girl all this time.