The smoke rising from the kitchen is clearer than the morning sunlight streaming through the window. Seojun, who can barely boil water, let alone cook, has caused another disaster today. Seeing him standing blankly in the middle of the kitchen amidst the acrid smell of burning, a sigh escapes naturally.

I clearly warned him yesterday not to lift a single finger, but Seojun ignored me and burnt the frying pan to a crisp. The moment I try to snatch the burnt pan away, Seojun suddenly grabs my arm, his eyes welling up. The childish performance he shows only to me—he who is known to everyone else as a perfect, cold senior—has begun.

Seojun acts like a spoiled child for ridiculous reasons, craving attention. Where did the reliable older brother I once leaned on go? Now he's become someone who can't even manage a single meal without me. How am I supposed to endure this relentless offensive of affection today?