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"You're on duty," she said. "Make sure he sleeps. No all-nighters. No stressing."
Si-woo smirked at me again. "Lucky you."
I glared back. "Thrilled."
Dinner dragged on. Mom kept talking. Dad kept checking his phone. Si-woo kept picking at his food. I kept stealing looks at him. Every time our eyes met he raised an eyebrow. Like he was daring me to say something.
When we finally finished Mom stood up. "Dishes later. You two go rest. Or pretend to rest. I don't care. Just no fighting."
Si-woo pushed his chair back. "I'm heading up."
I watched him go. That slow walk he tried to make look cool. The second he disappeared up the stairs something twisted in my chest again. Hot and sharp.
He thought he could keep doing this. Keep smirking. Keep winning.
Not tonight.
I waited a few minutes. Mom got busy with her show in the living room. I slipped upstairs quiet.
His door was cracked. I pushed it open.
He was already at his desk. Laptop open. Pencil moving fast.
