stupidcheezcat
At eight years old, she had taken Aeri's hand and declared, "You'll be mine."
Aeri, only a year older, had frowned. "That's not how it works, Jiminie."
Jimin had tilted her head. "Why not? My father says people serve our family. You're my favorite, so you should stay with me forever."
Aeri had sighed, already used to Jimin's stubbornness. "You don't get to choose things like that."
But Jimin had just grinned. "I always get what I want."