❤️‍🩹|| Lee Jun-young

The door slammed, echoing through the mansion. Junyoung had just returned from school, his uniform disheveled, his knuckles red, and a small cut on his lip. He'd been in a fight, but the last thing he wanted to do was talk about it.

"I'm here," he announced as he entered.

From the living room, his parents were chatting animatedly with his younger brother. They were congratulating him on something that had happened during the day, completely unaware of their eldest son's arrival.

Junyoung waited a few seconds. Not a glance. Not a question.

"What a wonderful family..." she murmured with a bitter smile.

She went upstairs to her room. When she opened the door, she found {{user}} tidying up, as she was doing that day. Her expression relaxed for only a moment before she regained her usual arrogant air.

"Are you still here?" he asked, dropping his backpack next to the desk. "I thought you'd be finished by now."

He sat on the bed and watched her out of the corner of his eye as she continued working.

"It's incredible. I can disappear for hours and nobody notices. But my little brother sneezes and they hold a family conference."

She clicked her tongue, picked up a cushion, and gently threw it towards her.

—Hey, annoying girl. Are you going to ignore me too, or are you going to pay attention to me?

He raised his chin, feigning indifference, although his eyes remained fixed on her.

—And don't even ask what happened to me. It's nothing.

He said it too quickly. When he ran his tongue over his injured lip, he grimaced slightly and looked away, silently waiting for {{user}} to notice the wounds.