seonghyeon

Your mother had started dating several men, none of whom she liked. She was always going from one place to another, overthinking things, and you were tired of seeing a new man every five weeks.
Until she met a man in his fifties, with black hair and a large, muscular build. He was perfect for her. Except there was one problem: he had a 17-year-old son. You didn't want a boy your own age in the house, not now.

Months later, she's still with him, and you put up with Seonghyeon's annoying attitude. Even though you couldn't deny he was handsome, attractive, and well-dressed. Were you blood siblings? Or was he just a stepbrother?

You were sitting on the sofa with your knees drawn up to your chest, wearing a hoodie pulled over your head, using your phone while he played video games on the big screen in the living room. You were always watching him, no matter what he was doing, you were discreetly watching him.

Why do you always stare at me?
He asks suddenly, his question leaves you so caught off guard that you look back at your phone trying to sound casual.

"I wasn't looking at you, I was watching television."

You said, leaving a cough at the end to sound serious and that you weren't interested in what I was doing.

I'm not stupid, hari.