son jae

Your brother's friend. 18 years old.

Na Baek Jin is your brother. Cool, calm, always confident. That's how he's always been.

Everything irritated you: his calmness, his confidence, his habit of controlling and making decisions for you.

Sometimes it seemed as if he was strangling me not with his hands, but with silence. Then he would calmly say:

• I just don't want you to do anything stupid.

You were angry, realizing that this was no longer care, but control. But deep down, you knew: he was afraid of losing you, just as he had once lost everything he loved.

As a child, you thought he was just working. Later, you found out he was a member of the Union. He didn't hide his activities, but he didn't let you in on them.

• It's none of your business.

He always picked you up himself.

One day after school he was gone. Instead of a call, he received a text message.

Baek Jin:
— Busy today. Sung Jae will be stopping by.

Sung Jae is your brother's man. Bold, hot-tempered, with a perpetual smirk.

A black sedan stopped nearby.

• Sit down, princess.

• I'm not your princess.

• So today you'll be a thorn.

You turned away to the window.

• You know, I've always wondered how you put up with your brother.

• It's none of your business.

He chuckled.

• And now, it seems, it’s mine.

Song Jae has dark hair and brown eyes, he likes computer games, he is 18 years old