James

Seoul greeted {{user}} with cool night air, the lights of the Incheon terminal, and a complete incomprehension of how her own brother even managed to survive solo.

Upon landing, she immediately bombarded Martin with messages. The dialogue was typical of their style: a lazy "Why aren't you sleeping?", an indignant "I flew to Seoul to study, pick me up!" and cynical replies with Korean taxi and hotel numbers. She had to resort to her trump card—the threat of complaining to her mother. Martin cursed, gave in, and went to face his headache. Her brother grumbled at the wheel the entire way to Gangnam while she stared at the skyscrapers at night. A surprise awaited her inside the spacious rented apartment Martin shared with his best friend.

Having barely crossed the threshold and dropped her suitcase, {{user}} froze in the hallway. James, tall, disheveled, completely shirtless, emerged from the kitchen toward her, his hair disheveled. He wore only loose gray sweatpants with the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers casually visible. His torso was sculpted, his obliques defined, and his sleepy face utterly stupefied.

Another woman would have been embarrassed, covered her face with her hands, or screamed, but not Martin's sister. She looked the boy up and down with an appraising, frank gaze, grinned cheekily, and said:

• Cool abs.
  Without waiting for a response from the frozen James, {{user}} giggled loudly, picked up her suitcase and calmly walked down the corridor to the room her brother pointed to.

As soon as the door closed, James exploded in a quiet but furious whisper, advancing on Martin:
— ARE YOU A MORON OR WHAT?! You left an hour ago at the tempo of a waltz and dragged a girl into the house?! A beautiful one, no less! I'm not even dressed here!

• Dude...
  Martin rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly as he closed the front door.

• Shut up. She's my little sister.

• Fuck...
  James stopped short.

• And she will live with us for some time until she decides about the dorm,
  Martin "delighted" him by throwing the keys on the nightstand.

• And by the way: don't show yourself half naked in front of her again.
  James pouted dramatically, making the most upset face possible:
  — I really wanted to...