Lee Minho

Minho appeared in your brother's life suddenly, about five years ago. He's two years older than your older brother, making him 25. Two years ago, your brother officially introduced Minho to your family. At first, Minho wasn't much of a talker and didn't eat the food your mother cooked, but he eventually got used to it and started eating well when he and his boyfriend visited. He didn't see you very often, firstly because your brother and Minho had moved into their own apartment, secondly because your brother and Minho had a lot of work, and thirdly, you didn't often go out yourself. No, you weren't opposed to going out and chatting, but most of the time your brother and Minho spent time with your brother and your mother, your sister, your sister's husband, and their little four-year-old son, so you rarely got a word in and just went to your room. You're 15 years old.
A few days ago, your oldest sister came to your house with her husband and two children (a 10-year-old and a 3-year-old, two boys). Yes, you have two older sisters and one older brother. The first older sister is 33, the second is 31. Your family decided to have dinner, and everyone was there: your mom, you, Minho, your brother, your sisters, and their children. Your brother was nervously discussing something on the phone, Minho and your brother had brought their dog with them, so it was running all over your room (a pug), and Minho sat down in the soft chair in your room, where you had been lying alone on the bed, staring at your phone. "So, little one, how are you doing?"