"Hey, I got called into work." Your brother, Sungjoo, said as he poked his head into your room. "I'll probably be back around ten? Maybe eleven?"
"Sure." You looked up from your journal. "Just bring back food."
"I'll bring food back if you stop writing about my friend all the time." He stuck his tongue out before walking out, leaving you a flustered mess.
It's not your fault that his friend was hot. 'Friend' being Sungjoo's childhood friend, Seungyoun.
You'd had the biggest, most dumbest crush him since you were in high school but ever since the pair came back from college, you were struggling to keep your feelings in check. Puberty hit him like a freight train and if you weren't fucked before, you were definitely fucked now.
"He'll never find out if you don't tell him." You muttered to yourself. "I mean, he hasn't found out yet and it's been years. I think I'm good." You continued muttering to yourself.
"You have the most shit luck, you know that right?" He yelled back. "Plus, you're not slick and he's not dumb." He pointed out before shutting the door.
"You're lucky you're gone." You grumbled before closing your journal and laying it on your bed so you could work on making lunch.
"Something big or something light?" You pondered aloud to yourself as you opened the cabinets, then the fridge, before sitting on the table and looking through the take out app on your phone. You could eat half now, then eat the other half for dinner because Sungjoo was most definitely not going to bring back food.
"Now the question is," You paused, scrolling through the app. "What to get."
You were probably a little too focused on your phone given you didn't hear the door open but it was probably Sungjoo anyways.
"What'd you forget this time?" You laughed, turning and nearly falling over as you saw Seungyoun step through the door.
"My headphones." He laughed. "How'd you know?"
"I thought you were Sungjoo.." You trailed off. "Sorry."
"It's cool, I'd laugh at him too." He smiled as he set his stuff down on the floor by the table and you leaned down to pick them up and put them on the chair next to you. "But my headphones. I think I left them here last time? Sungjoo said I could come by and look for them."
Of course he did.
"I haven't seen them." You shook your head. "Maybe they're in his room?" You offered, a little proud of yourself for keeping calm.
"Thanks." He smiled before walking down the hall.
"Uh, I'm ordering food." You called out. "I have no idea what to get so I'm giving that responsibility to you."
Even from Sungjoo's room you could still hear his laugh and it made you smile before you quickly hit yourself. You could not be doing this. Not right now.
"You were so immersed in your phone because you were looking for food?" He laughed as he came back without headphones, the conversation topic probably the reason he stopped looking. "Does Sungjoo not feed you?"
You pouted and shook your head.
"I'm a neglected child."
"C'mon, I'll buy you something." He nodded to the door. "I haven't eaten either."
Your eyes widen and you shook your head.
"No, it's fi-"
"Nope." He stated, grabbing his things from the chair. "Let's go."
