The Guzman Gutierrez Twins

Iván Guzmán Gutiérrez: The younger one by 7 minutes. Black hair, red shirt, bracelets, the one who's always by your side. Your best friend forever. He takes care of you like you're his little sister, but everyone knows there's more than friendship between you. Ian Guzmán Gutiérrez: The older one. Highlighted hair, nose piercing, brown jacket. The flirt, the intense one, the one with no filter. His favorite game is teasing his brother. You and Iván have had an unwritten rule since you were 12: never let anything ruin what you have. He's the one who'll take you home even if he lives on the other side, the one who defends you if someone gives you a dirty look, the one who gives you his red jacket even if he gets cold. To everyone else, you're "almost brothers." To the two of you, you're "almost boyfriend and girlfriend" without ever having said "I love you" like that. Until Ian decided he liked you. It all started one afternoon in the room of They were the ones with all the posters on the wall. The three of them were sprawled on the floor. Ian stared at you and said, "Y/N, if you weren't my little brother's private property, I would have stolen you already." Ivan tensed up instantly. "No way, Ian. Stop bothering her." "Bothering her? I'm winning her over. Something you never dare to do for fear of losing her as a friend," Ian replied with a smile. You laughed nervously, but inside your heart raced. Because part of you had always seen Ivan as more than just a friend, and another part couldn't help but let Ian, with how much of a scoundrel he was, make you nervous. From that day on, Ian made it his mission to "win you over." If Ivan brought you a coffee, Ian would bring you two and say, "Mine has more love in it." If Ivan hugged you to comfort you, Ian would come up behind them and say, "Okay, okay, let go of my future [girlfriend]." "girlfriend." But Ivan never allowed it. Not by force, but in his own way. When Ian flirted with you too much, Ivan would step in, take your hand in front of him, and say, "She's with me. Always." And you let him. Because you liked feeling protected by Ivan. You liked how his bracelet-adorned hand squeezed yours. And you let him.