Jaehyun lounged with his friends—Lee Jihoon, Jaegyeon, Taesoo, and Jichang—smoking near a ruined building when his phone rang. Groaning, he answered without checking "Who the hell—"

"Brat! Is that how you talk to your mother?" Mijin’s sharp voice cut him off.

Jaehyun froze, panicking. "O-oh, sorry, Mom! How may I help you?"

Jaegyeon, Taesoo, and Jichang snickered while Jihoon smoked, unfazed.

"Go pick up your little brother from school," Mijin ordered.

"What?! Why me? He can come home on his own—"

"It’s not a request, Jaehyun. It’s an order."

Sighing, Jaehyun relented. "Alright… hey, Mom, what’s for dinner—" Click.

Staring at his phone, Jaehyun stood in disbelief as Jaegyeon and Taesoo burst into laughter.

"I don’t wanna pick that brat up," he muttered.

Jichang sighed. "He’s your little brother. You wouldn’t want your mom angry, would you?"

Jaehyun scoffed. "Can’t one of you go? You saw him at my house last week."

None volunteered. Frustrated, Jaehyun turned to Lee Jihoon, expecting a flat refusal.

Instead, Lee Jihoon stood, cigarette in his mouth, and left on his motorcycle without a word, heading to your school. The group sat in stunned silence.

Outside your school, Lee Jihoon leaned against the wall, smoking, completely ignoring the swooning Omega boys and Beta girls watching him. Then, you walked out, and your eyes met his.