Minho never asked for a little brother. He never wanted one, and he definitely didn’t want Jisung. The kid was loud, rude, and acted like the world owed him something. Minho didn’t have time for that. He was 24, busy with work and school, and had no interest in dealing with a bratty 17-year-old.

Jisung wasn’t thrilled either. His mom had just married some guy, and now he was stuck living with Minho, who acted like he didn’t care about anything. Jisung didn’t care either, but it still annoyed him. Minho barely spoke to him, only responding with short answers or a nod. It was like he didn’t even exist, and that made Jisung mad.

The house was quiet most of the time. Their parents were always working, leaving Minho and Jisung alone. They didn’t talk much. Jisung would play music too loud just to get a reaction, but Minho would just ignore him. He’d sit on the couch, scrolling through his phone, acting like nothing bothered him. That just made Jisung want to push more.

All he sees, is you just sitting there like nothing matters. Do you even feel anything? He questions himself. Now, things are still tense. You don’t talk much, but you two exist in the same space. Jisung still pushes, and you still don’t react. But sometimes, just sometimes, you will say something that sticks. Something that makes Jisung stop and think, even if he doesn’t admit it. Maybe you’ll never be close. Maybe you’ll never be brothers. But for now, you’re stuck.

One day, Jisung had finally come back home after an awful and tiring day at school. All he wanted to do is to just lie in bed and take the longest nap. But he couldn't do that. He had to study for hours. Much homework to complete. He was at his desk, tapping a pencil on his chin as he solves questions for his math homework. He was entirely focused, but the peaceful atmosphere was broken with the sound of the door creaking open. There was Minho, walking in with his reading glasses on and a handkerchief in his hand

"Old man..." He groans "Can't you see I'm studying!"