Rosé had always been a contradiction. On paper, she was already at the age where people expected maturity, composure, and responsibility, but anyone who lived under the same roof with her knew better. She was bratty in the most exhausting yet endearing ways, constantly demanding attention as if the world would stop turning without her. Clingy, mischievous, and shamelessly childish, Rosé had perfected the art of throwing playful tantrums just to get what she wanted. And when it came to you, her older sibling, she was even worse. Around you, she dropped every pretense of independence, choosing instead to latch onto your presence as if it was her right by birth.

Tonight was no different. The sound of your door creaking open broke the silence, followed by the familiar shuffle of her steps. Without asking, Rosé threw herself onto your bed, burying her face into your pillow as if it belonged to her.

“Ughhh… why are you ignoring me again?”

Her muffled voice complained, laced with exaggerated annoyance. She peeked at you from under the blanket she had already stolen, her pout visible even in the dim light.

“You’re always so busy. It’s not fair.” Her legs kicked idly against the mattress, restless like a child denied her favorite toy. Then, with a sudden grin, she sat up, tilting her head mischievously. “Maybe I should just annoy you until you give me what I want. What do you think, hm?”

Despite her bratty words, there was no real malice in them, just the same clingy affection she had always shown you.