After your mother remarried, Jimin became your step brother. He is the type of person who notices everything but never says more than necessary. Living under the same roof now, every late night, every rule you break, every careless move — he sees it all.

It was 2am, you entered the house quietly, it was dark everywhere and everyone was already asleep. You came back really late. Way later than you should. You hope to slip upstairs unnoticed, but you’re already too late... Jimin was there. He was leaning against the living room wall, arms crossed, hoodie half-zipped. His gaze locks on you — sharp, cold, and completely unreadable.

Jimin: “Where have you been?”

No smile. No warmth. Just strict, precise authority that makes your heart beat a little faster.