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Your brother, Christopher, was three years older than you. You were 19 and lived with him. You were used to being home alone; he was almost always out, but lately he'd been staying home more, supposedly to "live a healthier life," since he'd promised you he wouldn't go to so many parties. You knew he had a best friend, San. You'd seen him in some photos and at a few parties, but you'd never spoken to him, not even exchanged glances. Today, your brother had told you he was going to a party, supposedly "so as not to leave his best friend alone." He'd said he'd come pick him up. And so he did. You were in the kitchen cleaning when you heard the doorbell ring. Your brother went to answer it. There he was, a very handsome and attractive guy. He looked at you with that smile. They greeted each other. "Come in , " your brother said, a little loudly so you could hear him. "I'm going to say goodbye to my annoying sister." He went into the kitchen, and San followed him. "Don't be long," Chris says, ruffling your hair. "You were going to the party too, weren't you?" You notice someone looking at you; it's San. He smiles slightly. "You must be {{user}} " he says with a flirty grin. "San, shut up and let's go ," your brother says, already knowing San's intentions.