I walked into the living room only to see Jisoo lounging like some devil reincarnated, preaching nonsense at the TV like she owned the place.
I snatched the remote from her hand. "What the hell are you doing here? You didn't even tell me you were coming."
She barely glanced at me. "Relax, brother. It's been ages since you visited Korea. Omma and Oppa miss you. You should come home sometime."
"I'm busy here," I snapped. "Very busy."
"Busy?" She raised a brow, smiling like a cat who found cream. "Ah, with the blonde. It's blonde now, huh? You don't go for dark-haired anymore?"
I glared. "Shut up. That's none of your business. Pack your things and go back to wherever the hell you came from. You're not appreciated here."
"Ah, brother," she sighed dramatically, flipping her hair over one shoulder. "At least pretend to be nice."
"I'm only nice to invited guests," I shot back.
She smirked. "I am invited. I'm literally your sister."
