Hyerin had always been incredibly close to both her family and Jaehyung’s. Biologically, she had her mother and her younger sister. With her extended family, she had another set of parents and two brothers, one older and one younger.

Though, maybe it wasn’t exactly right for her to be calling Jaehyung her older brother. The feelings she had for him left her confused and sometimes thinking about him left her with a funny feeling in her stomach and a tiny pang in her heart. She thought, maybe, that it was a love the only best friends could share. From her mother, she knew that having a special friend like Jaehyung was as rare as a shooting star.

She treasured Jaehyung as the most precious person in her world. Of course, she treasured her family just as much but Jaehyung always left her… wanting more. She desired something from Jaehyung, but couldn’t quite name what it was.

Whatever it was, she knew that her mother would probably scold her for it. His voice in particular left her dizzied and simply needing him – to be with him, to touch him, to be his.

“Sinful,” she sighed one afternoon, perched on her porch as she tried to sew a blanket back together for her mother.

“What is?” Jaehyung sat beside her, distracted by the Japanese workbook on his lap. The tapping sound of his pen on the pages kept Hyerin’s sewing in time.

“Nothing,” she dismissed, then cursed as she struck her finger with her needle.

Jaehyung’s head snapped up and he set his book aside, immediately reaching to take the needle from her hand. He cradled her hand. Her cheeks flushed and she tried to find somewhere else to look but her eyes continued to wander back to his face.

“You have to be more careful,” he cooed as he pressed a soft kiss to the wounded finger 
“I won’t always be here to kiss it better.”