Dragon Tales

“Dragon?” Dayeon called out as she pushed open the door to her brother's and her boyfriend’s apartment.

She kicked off her shoes and looked around. No answer.

“Dragon?” She called again, louder this time, before finally spotting her brother sitting in the living room chair like he owned the whole place — which, technically, he half did.

“Oh. It’s just you,” she said flatly.

Daejung didn’t even look up from his phone. “Nice to see you too, little sister.”

“Hey, Hyung.” She dropped her bag on the couch. “Where’s Dragon?”

“Asleep.”

Dayeon frowned. “Then why did he text me to come over?”

“He didn’t.” Daejung finally looked up, and there was the faintest smirk at the corner of his mouth. “I did. Using his phone.”

Dayeon stared at him. “…Why?”

“Sit down.”

“I don’t want to sit down, just tell me —”

“Sit. Down.”

She sat down. Mostly because she knew that tone and it was faster than arguing. She crossed her arms and looked at him like he was already wasting her time.

Daejung set his phone aside, laced his fingers together, and looked at her with the most obnoxiously serious big brother expression she’d seen since she was sixteen and came home with a tattoo.

“I want to make sure my little sister isn’t grooming my best friend.”

Dayeon’s mouth dropped open. “I’m sorry — what?”

“You heard me.”

“I heard you say something completely unhinged —”

“I know you’ve been crushing on Komodo for years,” Daejung said, unmoved. “I thought you’d grown out of it. A phase. A little sister thing. But I guess not.”

Dayeon pouted, which she knew he hated because it always made him feel guilty and she was not above that. “Is that wrong?”

“It is,” he said, “when you deliberately shape yourself into his ultimate type so no other girl can compare to you.”

The apartment went quiet for a second.

Then Dayeon exhaled through her nose and said, “Okay first of all, rude. Second of all —”

“Second of all, am I wrong?”