Nari collapsed onto the bed dramatically. "So? What's keeping you busy in here?"
"Wedding prep." Hana set the camera aside.
"And?"
"And nothing."
"No kisses? No cuddling?" Nari teased.
"No. After all, I'm his little sister… or so he says."
The words slipped out sharper than she meant. They cut.
"Hana…" Nari frowned.
"It hurt so much I thought I'd bleed," Hana admitted.
Nari pulled her into a hug. "That jerk. Who even calls you that? He's not even that good-looking."
Hana gave a weak laugh. "One minute he calls me his little sister. The next… he looks like he wants to kiss me."
Nari froze, then leaned close, eyes shining. "Wait. What?"
And Hana told her everything. The near-kiss, the looks, the teasing.
When she finished, Nari folded her arms knowingly. "I knew it. He likes you too. The only thing stopping him is that you're Jihoon's sister."
"Don't get my hopes up," Hana muttered.
Nari smirked. "Then let's test him."