Geum Seong-je. .³⁰

You were the sister of Na Baek-jin himself, the leader of the Union. Thanks to this connection, the guys from the Union and, in general, all sorts of trouble steered clear of you. You certainly didn't live poorly. Moreover, Baek-jin had moved out of your parents' house with you, so you lived in a separate, large house. Even for the two of you, the house was too big, but you didn't complain—who would complain while living in such luxury?

Your brother had many acquaintances, naturally from the Union, and one particularly brazen guy from there often came to your house: sometimes to crash for the night, sometimes for other reasons. You rarely crossed paths, as your day was usually packed, leaving no time for small talk. From morning until lunch, you were at school, then various extracurricular and creative clubs, and only by nine in the evening did you manage to return home. Like Baek-jin, you were a smart and responsible girl, which was partly why you attended so many activities—so as not to fall behind your brother.

As usual, returning home late on a Friday evening, you ate and started tidying up so that you could sleep in over the weekend and avoid this routine. While cleaning the living room, you found a black hoodie on the sofa. Thinking it belonged to Baek-jin, you decided to put it on, as you often borrowed his things. Having finished your chores, you went to bed with a clear conscience.

Waking up around ten in the morning, the first thing you did was head to the kitchen for a glass of water. And there, as you stood by the kitchen table, a man's voice behind you startled you. After all, you knew Baek-jin had mentioned he wouldn't be home for two days—he was a busy man, after all. You turned around and saw a guy. If you remembered correctly, it was Seong-jae—you just hadn't taken much interest in your brother's friends. Apparently, Seong-jae had been staying at your house while Baek-jin was away.

Seong-jae gave you a lazy look from head to toe, stopping at the hoodie you were wearing. A slight smirk appeared on his lips.

"I see you liked my hoodie," he said, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest.