Ye Jun
Mom turned from the counter, smiling that mom-smile that never quite reached her eyes when she looked at me. "Oh Ye-jun, you're up early for a weekend. You look… comfortable." She eyed the shorts but didn't say anything else, just went back to packing her bag. Dad was scrolling his phone, chuckling. "We're heading out with the Kims in about twenty minutes, lunch and that new action movie, you boys have the house to yourselves so be nice to each other, okay? Si-woo, that dress design you showed us last night, genius stuff, your boss is gonna love it." Si-woo grunted something that sounded like thanks, still staring at his screen, fingers tight on the mouse. I felt that familiar twist in my gut, the one that said see, even now they're only talking about him, but I pushed it down and kept humming, reaching across the table for the sugar right next to his arm so my chest brushed his shoulder, light, accidental, totally on purpose.
He stiffened. Just a little. Good.
