GENRE : social media au (smau), fluff, angst, college au, sister's best friend!anton
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
WARNINGS : cursing, the usage of 'kys', mentions of cheating (not on the reader or anton's part) sexual jokes, toxic relationships, toxic friendships.
BEFORE YOU READ: hi! hello! i'm so excited to publish my first smau on this blog, YIPPEE, i sincerely hope you guys like it 🙇♀️
profiles 1 | profiles 2
01 : minjeong's best sister award
02 : minjeong's cockblock award
03 : mission anton befriends seunghan failed.
04 : mission anton befriends seunghan on hold.
05 : the inevitable lore drop
06 : the fumbler redeems himself (written part : 484 words)
25 : redemption?
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
anton nervously fixes his blazer again, running his hand through his hair as he sighs, standing in front of the venue, flowers in hand. he stares at the entrance for a moment, wondering if he should’ve gotten something more for you, but he shakes his head and follows the crowd right into the theatre.
It’s large, which is to be expected. a lot more room than he had accounted for, and he looked quite stupid, being the only one holding a bouquet of flowers. he closes his eyes temporarily, as he patiently waits for the others to settle down before he does, right in the middle of the row with a good view to look up at the stage.
he pauses, glancing down at his watch. 10 more minutes.
well.
–
you’re back stage, smoothening your hands over your dress for what seems like the hundredth time. your friend, hyuna, glances at you, amused as she tilts her head.
“do you never get used to it?” she asks, taking out her violin, bow in hand as she rubs the rosin against it.
you shrug, taking a seat beside her as you stare down at your shoes, they're matte black, “no,” you say softly, turning to her, “is that weird?”
she simply laughs.
“kind of.”
you glance away.
your hands clasp around themselves. today had been a whirlwind of events, and the entire day had flashed before your eyes just preparing for this moment. you think back to minjeong’s words from earlier today, you grit your teeth, nails sinking into your palm.
“hey,”
you turn your head up from where you’re sat, eyes glancing upwards to find minjeong looking down at you, cello and bow in hand.
“you’ll do great.” she says softly before leaving.
“thank you..” you reply, voice so quiet you hardly even knew if she could hear it, probably already out of ear shot.
hyuna turns to you, “did you guys fight again?”
you simply shrug, “you could say that.”
–
one by one, members of the orchestra walk onto the stage, all of them giving small bows and nods to the audience and taking their respective seats according to their instruments, anton finds minjeong sat in the first seat, in front of the rest of the cellist. he feels his stomach churn looking at her, willing his eyes to look somewhere else, to take his mind off of his friend that he’s mostly definitely not here to see.
you enter, standing by the steinway, taking a deep bow to the audience before standing beside the piano.
then enters the conductor, anton watches with curiosity as the rest of the orchestra stands, eyes glued to you as the conductor bows to the audience, watching you and the conductor share a handshake before you settle down onto the piano, hands raised, resting on the keys.
anton stares at your face, and in a split second, he knows. you are exactly where you need to be.
it becomes silent, the blanket of quietness falling over the audience as each of the musicians mounts their instruments, all of them poised and ready to begin.
and thus, it began.
anton glances down at the pamphlet they were provided with, information about the concerto written down as he curiously takes note of it.
piano concerto no. 2 in c minor, op. 18 – by sergei rachmaninoff.
the first movement starts, anton watches you in anticipation, your resting position soon changing as the opening chords of the piano ring in the theatre, it’s heavy. it sounds almost like bells echoing in an empty space, the weight of the piece pouring down on the audience. the type of weight that feels like hesitation, or fear.
the orchestra enters, like a breath of cold wind, a sweeping theme that yearns, notes played in succession that spoke to anton’s heart, like someone who’s finally letting out emotions they’ve held for too long.
and the piano doesn’t seem to accompany it; it sounds like it’s arguing, confessing, pushing back. your eyes are closed, but you’ve played this a million times, muscle memory tethering you to reality. perhaps, could it be that you’re playing with this much emotion than you ever have because anton’s watching?
you try not to think about it. after all, you’re the same person pushing him back in fear of your sister, all those times he’s pursued you and all those times you kept thinking about how minjeong would feel.
your thoughts turn sour.
the first movement ends, but nothing is fully resolved, in your heart, your mind or in the piece.
the second and the third movements pass by anton, encaptured by the beauty of the piece as well as the person playing, he doesn’t even realise everyone else has gotten up and are currently giving you and the rest of the orchestra who’s now standing and bow, a standing ovation.
he quickly stands up, face flushing a deep red as he clutches on to the flowers by his arms, clapping softly as he stares up at you. this piece made him realise how much he was holding back.
and he wouldn’t anymore.
he holds onto his flowers, straightening out the bouquet as the old lady beside him laughs softly, he turns to her in surprise.
“anything funny?” he smiles at her.
the old lady merely shakes her hand, “you seem to have been enamoured by the pianist.”
“wouldn’t you say you were too?”
“enough to get flowers? maybe not.”
anton blushes, looking down at his fingers, his ring finger bleeding after having been pricked by one of the thorns in the bouquet as he curses quietly, turning to the old lady as he clears his throat, “i’m a good friend of hers.”
she simply smiles.
“i hope you take good care of her.”
anton pauses, “I…will.”
she leaves without saying another word.
—
anton waits by the venue, finding a park not too far away as he turns the bouquet of flowers in his hands, his bleeding finger now covered in a flimsy tissue paper he found by the frontdesk.
he glances up at the sky. it’s getting dark…
had you already left?
he turns to smell the flowers, thankfully they had retained their fragrance through the show, it’d be a shame if they hadn’t.
“anton?”
he looks up, heart skipping a beat, excited-
minjeong stares at him, cello in a case behind her as she leans forward slightly due to the weight of it.
“i didn’t know you were coming.”
anton looks away, scratching his neck.
“surprise?”
minjeong smiles at him as she takes a seat beside anton, staring at him for a moment as she nods to the flowers.
“those, who are they for?”
anton stares at her, wondering if he should tell the truth or lie.
“yn.”
as much as anton hated the fact that minjeong had recently been having a bad streak of being an asshole, he couldn’t lie to her.
minjeong stares at him before laughing, nodding as she runs a hand through her hair.
“i gotta give it to you, you’re persistent.”
anton’s eyebrows furrow.
“what do you mean?”
minjeong pauses, her shoulders slumping slightly as she takes a deep breath, sighing as she turns to him.
“It’s just, you know,” she gestures around vaguely, “i’ve been…everything but nice lately, to you, to everyone..”
“and yn,” anton adds, helpfully.
minjeong shoots him a look, before sighing, nodding, “and yn.”
“and usually that scares every other guy away,” she continues, staring up at the night sky.
“but you’re still here,” she says, turning to him.
“i appreciate that.” she finishes.
anton stares at her for a while as he turns the bouquet of flowers in his hand, mentally sighing of relief that she wasn’t here to give him yet another lecture.
“i really like your sister.” anton says, his voice soft, barely over a whisper.
“i can tell.”
anton presses his lips into a thin line, preparing himself for the worst.
“can i please have your blessings?” anton asks, palms sweaty as he grips his formal pants tightly, looking up at her, his eyes shining with hope.
minjeong’s eyes widen in disbelief, sitting straighter as she points at herself, “you’re asking me? after everything I’ve done?” she asks.
anton glances away, “if i were being completely honest, i’m still mad at you,”
minjeong nods, “i can understand that.”
“but at the end of the day, you’re still yn’s sister.”
minjeong stares at him for a moment, processing his words as she turns to her cello case, her fingers running down the black leather. she didn't have to think much about it, she has already made a decision.
she gives him a small smile, chuckling as she gets up, patting his head as she ruffles his hair, “you have all my blessings, toni.”
anton looks up at her, grumbling softly as he tries to fix his hair, thanking her before she leaves, waving him goodbye.
just in time.
you spot anton.
“hey!” you run over to his side, stopping by the bench in the park as you glance in minjeong’s direction, watching her slip past you again, her retreating figure getting smaller and smaller in the distance.
you look at anton curiously, “was that minjeong?”
he nods, turning to you with a smile, “but, forget that, you did so well!” he praises, standing up from the bench he was sitting on to give you a hug.
you blush, tightening your arms around his neck as you gently pull away, laughing as you shake your head, “i’m glad you could make it despite it being your birthday and all...”
anton smiles, “what do you mean? this is my birthday gift.”
you roll your eyes, taking a seat beside him as you notice the bouquet of flowers in his hand, and the flimsy tissue paper wrapped around his ring finger.
he notices you staring and before you can even bring it up, he directs the bouquet towards you as he smiles, “i hope you like them, i had them picked out earlier today.”
you raise an eyebrow, “and you helped and got your finger pricked?”
anton pauses, glancing down at his finger, “oh, no this happened right after the show.”
you blink at him, taking the bouquet of flowers as you give it a smell, the aroma of freshly picked flowers infiltrating your senses as you laugh, turning to him, “i love them.”
his grin widens, “you’re welcome.”
you hold onto the bouquet of flowers, turning them around in your hands in wonder as you turn to him, suddenly apologetic, “i know it’s your birthday but i feel like it’s more about me than it is you.”
anton leans back on the bench, watching the rest of the audience of the show and orchestra members alike walking in batches, all whispering and chatting amongst themselves.
“it’s your big day.”
“but it’s your birthday.”
anton smiles, turning to you, “does it bother you?” he asks, tilting his head.
you nod, “yes, i mean, i’d hate to be the reason why you don’t get to spend a good birthday.”
anton laughs, sitting up straighter, leaning against his knees as he places his hand against his chin, “then grant me a wish.”
you blink at him.
“what?”
his grin turns cheekier by the minute, “you heard me.”
you run a hand across your face. you forget that this is, in fact, anton you’re dealing with. you stifle a laugh, rolling your eyes as you turn to him.
“okay, tell me, what’s your wish?”
anton stays silent for a while, just staring at you before he says softly, his voice carrying into the night.
“a kiss, if you’d consent to it.”
you freeze, eyes widening as your hands tighten around the bouquet, swallowing thickly, your cheeks heating up as you stare at him.
“a-are you serious-?”
“am i ever unserious with you?”
you glare at him, “yeah, you are, actually.”
anton pauses, before laughing again, “oh, right, my bad.”
he continues, pleasant in the way he stares up at you, “no pressure though, if you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to.”
you turn to him, your words falling out of your mouth before you can help it, “n-no, i’ll do it.” your voice trembles, your fingers tightening on your dress as you refuse to meet his eyes.
“without even looking at me?” anton asks, eyebrows rising in amusement at your shy demeanour.
“shut up, do you want it or not?” you grumble, getting up as you dust off your dress, sighing as you close your eyes, running a hand down your face for good measure, standing in front of anton.
anton simply smiles in delight, looking up at you as you stand between his legs, tilting his head back a little as he hums, “sorry, i do want it.”
you stare at him, “how bad?”
anton laughs, “how bad?”
you nod, “yeah, how bad do you want it?”
he hums for a moment, “hm, out of a 10, i’d say a 10.” he says, staring up at you with that grin of his that makes you weak in your knees.
you sigh, bending down to reach where he’s sat on the bench as you gulp slowly, inching nearer to his face as your fingers gently wrap around his nape, pulling him closer.
“close your eyes.”
anton frowns, “what if you run away?”
you huff, flicking his forehead as he winces, whining as he presses a hand over the place where you flicked it.
“ouch…”
“i’ll kiss it better in a minute, calm down.”
he smiles wider at that, finally closing his eyes, heeding to your request as he gently waits for you to close the distance.
you take the liberty to stare at his face, your eyes trailing down his long lashes, the slope of his nose and his full lips, gently pulling him in as you place your lips over his, a soft light touch.
but before you know it, anton’s hand snakes over your waist, pulling you in as he kisses you deeper, grinning like a madman as he gently tugs you closer.
you seem to make a noise of surprise, something at which he laughs at as he gently pulls away.
“if it matters, i got minjeong’s blessing before.”
“i didn’t ask!”
"oh, also you didn't kiss my forehead better yet,"
"i'm going home."
24 : wishlist
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
(a/n): a little late for anton's birthday, sorry 😞 (also repost cuz my tumblr didn't know the difference between saving a draft and posting it for a second there SIGH)
STRINGS AND HEARTS ATTACHED - LEE HEESEUNG DRABBLE
“Your violin is flat as fuck.”
“Yeah, well, it isn't flatter than your ass, that’s for sure.”
Being in an orchestra with an asshole who happens to be the centre of attention wherever he goes is quite tiring. The pianist can be quite egotistical, and it gets on your nerves. You know for a fact that your violin was perfectly in tune.
“Y/N, please tune your violin!” you hear the conductor call out from a mile away.
Well, at least you thought it was tuned.
The pianist gives you a snicker before turning back to his sheet music, whistling lowly as he chuckles.
“What an excuse of a musician.”
And that’s probably when you started to develop a genuine hatred for that man. His slithery long legs and arms were too Slenderman-like for your liking, and you hated the fact that he was always placed in the middle of the stage whenever you had to perform with him. Pushed to the side and away from the centre, you roll your eyes at the thought.
It’s almost as if the ones playing the piano held a higher moral ground than the ones playing the violin.
Gritting your teeth, you sneer at him.
“You should be damn grateful I’m your violin accompaniment.” You point your bow at the man before starting to tune your violin immediately.
It was time for rehearsal for the piano concerto the orchestra would be performing in exactly a week. Everyone had their sheet music memorised down to the last note, except for Heeseung, the pianist. Everyone let him off the hook just because he was excellent at improvisation — something you admittedly struggled with.
Still, it was inconvenient when he decided to spend approximately two minutes making up his piece in the middle of a recital, leaving the rest of the orchestra scrambling to figure out when to come back in.
He rolls his eyes.
“Your violin was literally flat a few seconds ago. If anything, I should be asking the conductor to replace you.”
Playing his warm-up routine, he smirks, clearly seeing the fury beginning to build inside your tiny little brain.
“Jesus, can both of you shut up?” Jungwon shouted from the far end of the stage, tuning his cello. He frowned at the two of you as he pierced the air with his bow, pointing it toward you like a threat.
You stick your tongue out before whipping your head around and stubbornly folding your arms. You weren’t usually one to be petty, but when it came to Lee Heeseung? Oh, you could definitely win the petty game.
Holding your bow, you play an open string and promptly ignore his jabs at you. You couldn’t care less, you try to tell yourself. Heeseung was just another pianist you had to work with at the end of the day. It couldn’t be that hard.
(a/n) i heard about heeseung leaving and i figured i'd post something i wrote for him about 2-3 years ago that was still in the drafts :') don't know if this will ever be continued but oh well....
minjeong watches you get ready for the concerto tonight, sitting on the couch as her wandering eyes follow you from the piano where you practice scales, to the mirror in the living room, shaking your hands in an attempt to disperse some of the nervous energy you have bottled inside of you.
she sighs, a part of her annoyed because even though she tries not to care, you’re still her sister at the end of the day.
minjeong gets up, taking you by the hand as she sits you down on the dining table. you look surprised, staring up at her in confusion as your eyebrow raises in question.
she merely looks away, grabbing her lipstick as she opens the cap.
“say ah.”
you silently obey as she applies some on your lips.
“...is that dior?” you squint at the lipstick when she closes the cap.
she shrugs, cleaning up some of the lipstick that managed to get smudged around your lips.
“yeah, thought you might look good with it,” she says, staring at you for a moment before she nods.
“thank you,” you say softly, glancing at yourself in the mirror as you take in the newly applied lipstick, noticing the way it goes well with your dress.
minjeong hums, standing by the table as she watches you fix your clothes. she begins pacing, sighing as she crosses her arms and stares down at the ground.
“i think we need to talk,” she says softly, looking around, evidently not meeting your eyes in a way that makes you wonder if she feels guilty.
you glance back at her, sighing as you run a hand through your hair, already nervous about the upcoming show as you turn to her.
“can it wait until after the show?” you ask, closing your eyes as you take a seat on the dining table, head in your hands.
she looks up at you, noting the stress written on your face as she silently leans back in her seat, hands stretched before her as she runs her thumb across her calloused fingertips.
“it won’t take long,” she mumbles.
“anything with you takes long.”
minjeong pauses at those words.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it that way—” your words come out quickly.
she shakes her head, hands raising to stop you mid-sentence as she glances down at the table.
“i deserved that.”
you stare at her weirdly.
“i deserve a lot more than that.”
you blink at her.
“okay, well, you’re a piece of shit for not taking my word.”
she presses her lips into a thin line.
“agreed.”
“you’re incredibly distrusting of me.”
“true.”
your eyebrows furrow.
“so what’s the point of this?”
minjeong shrugs helplessly.
“i guess it’s the only way i can make you talk to me.”
you stare at her, glancing at the clock.
the show starts in an hour.
22 : that's so true
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
Jungwon stares at you from across the room. Eyes set on your figure as you sketch in your book, the pencil moving forward and backward in various motions as you reach for your eraser, promptly sighing as you notice a mistake.
Small acts of service are the ways he expresses his love. Jungwon stifles a laugh as he continues watching you. The morning had barely started before you sat yourself down with your headphones, effectively blocking out the rest of the world as you made sure to work in silence. The smile that rested on his face did nothing to hide his adoration for you.
He shows his affection when he hands you an ointment to ease the cramps on your hand after a long day of drawing or simply filling your empty bottle with water to keep you hydrated. No matter how small or big the gesture, you felt the sentiments behind them, never failing to put a smile on your face.
Other times, he's slightly worried you'll overwork yourself. In times like these, he simply likes to lightly tug your headphone away from your ear, placing a small kiss on your cheek as he hugs you, "Hey, wanna catch a break?"
And you can't ever really bring yourself to say no once you're in his embrace, looking up at him with stars in your eyes as you nod, maybe being an artist could wait for a few minutes.
__
Sunoo pouts and sighs for the hundredth time today as he peers at you, working on your newest fashion line. Yes, he is slightly bothered by the lack of attention you're giving him but, he does understand that you have to work.
But whoever said letting you work would entail him completely leaving you alone? Sunoo is already grinning as you he pulls out a cake, sitting across you on the dining table as he feeds you a piece. What a silly guy.
Sunoo's actions of love are never overbearing nor are they too modest to the point no one notices that you're even dating each other. He often likes showering you with compliments, loving you regardless of your insecurities. He will always reassure you no matter what.
Sunoo often admires you for your hard work but, he slightly worries when you push yourself too hard. Sometimes, he just likes to make a silly situation to get you laughing because, what's life if not a little bit of silliness.
Often times than not, you're left laughing in his arms, wondering how he was always so energetic, smiling at him as you shake your head, "You're actually an idiot." But you love him regardless, he knows it too.
__
Niki is currently very absorbed in his tenth round of smash bro's with the other members, laughing at them as he aggressively presses down on the buttons on the poor old tattered controller.
He's laughing until he realises he's been hearing the basketball bouncing off the ground for a good 3 hours that he's been playing, his eyes darting to the clock as he excuses himself, looking at you with a small smile as he watches you throw hoops again.
Niki is bold and shy in his loving all at once. He's pinching your cheeks, pressing soft kisses to get a reaction out of you, teasing you in front of his members but, on other occasions, he's blushing hard as he intertwines his fingers with yours, heart beating right out of his chest.
Niki often worries about you when you push yourself too hard. He knows you can take care of yourself but there will always be a part of him worrying. Although his brain is usually clouded with worries, he always thinks of ways to make you laugh your stress away.
Worried about a match? He'll come dressed up as your team's mascot. Worried about your ankle sprain? He'll treat you like a princess and carry you around everywhere. Some people ask him why he does so and he's always left speechless, why else other than the plain fact that he loves you? He wonders why they even bother asking such a dumb question.
"You look so stupid right now." You laugh as he carries you, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he supports your weight on his back easily. He's dressed in your team's mascot uniform as he grins back at you. "And? I get to take care of you and that's all I really care about."
(a/n) : no one mention the fact that i wrote more than i should've for niki 🙏🙏
erm not me posting to ask you how y'all make friends here? anyone wanna be friends? HAHSHAH IM TRYING TO BE MORE ACTIVE ON MY BLOG GUYS IM SORRY IF IM AWKWARD ASF
erm not me posting to ask you how y'all make friends here? anyone wanna be friends? HAHSHAH IM TRYING TO BE MORE ACTIVE ON MY BLOG GUYS IM SORRY IF IM AWKWARD ASF
Aye man you better finish that Anton fan fiction 🤣✌️I ain't even the type to read ff but that story genuinely had me tossing and turning in bed at 2 in the morning. Literally had to remember I'm Christian and started praying at how pissed off I was at Sungchun (love him irl he's the goat fr but in THIS story??) boy I was fuming 😓😓 anyways finish it cousin 🩷🩷🩷🩷 (or else 😡)
HELP omg i'm so honoured that my smau had you tossing and turning in bed at 2 am in the morning HAHAHA i'm glad you enjoyed it!! for the foreseeable future, i fear the smau might go up until 40 chapters... UHRRR LMFAOOO ntm on me😓
i apologise for the way i portrat sungchan in my smau SOBBING i swear this is not my perception of him HAHSHAHS i love him guys 🥹✌️ (he's so big brother coded fr)
LMFAOO praying because you're so pissed off is so relatable (im christian too! YAYAY) BUT YES I SWEAR ILL TRY WRAPPING IT UP SOMETIME SOON😻 can't guarantee when 🙂↕️
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
minjeong's hand tightens around her bow, held against her cello. she schools her expression into something neutral, even though there's a simmering anger inside her.
waiting for her cue, she leads her section. perfection, as it always is with her. she's not surprised.
her lips even pull up a bit at the corners, smiling.
she feels the fingerboard vibrate under her fingertips as she slides down the strings, her mind drifting away. she can't help but feel enamored with the beauty of the music beneath her fingers.
practice ends after two more run-throughs. once the conductor dismisses them, she gets up, lifting her cello with a soft grunt.
she never gets used to how heavy it is.
she holds it upright, watching the scroll and the endpin to make sure they don't hit anything, then sets the cello carefully against the wall as she opens her case. she takes her bow and loosens the bow hair, twisting the screw before placing it inside and tucking it in neatly.
she turns back to her cello, resting it between her knees as she wipes the rosin away with a microfiber cloth. she hears the bustle around her — musicians packing up their instruments, talking about rehearsal, or making plans for after.
everyone except her sister, who, of course, doesn't need to pack anything because you can't carry a fucking piano everywhere.
she clicks her tongue. she doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but she does anyway.
"yn! wanna go out for dinner tonight? take some time to relax? you've been working hard as our soloist."
"i'd love to take you up on the offer, but i have other plans. maybe next week?"
minjeong's eyes sharpen into a glare. the senior she’s been trying to get close to is talking so freely to her younger sister. it's almost pissing her off.
she stands, eyes tracking the senior as she zips her case, appearing by her side with a smile. "hyuna, are you busy? i was thinking of grabbing some ice cream—"
hyuna turns to her, blinking once before scratching her neck awkwardly. "ah, i've got other plans. i'll see you next week, minjeong." she smiles kindly, placing a hand on minjeong's shoulder before heading out.
minjeong grits her teeth, grinding them together as she swings her case over her shoulders, her grip tightening.
she doesn't get it. what about you made others so drawn to you? what about you made people fight for you?
what about you made sungchan choose you over her?
she leaves the room without sparing you a glance. it's clear she hasn’t come to terms with her insecurities. she’d never admit it, but even as an elder sister, she’s just as petty as she used to be.
yes, she’s jealous of you.
you, the second born. you, who had every reason in the world to be kind. you, who was treated gently by the same parents who forced her into playing the cello when she’d always wanted to play the piano.
you, who was still patient and soft-spoken even after everything minjeong had done.
she curses under her breath, nails digging into her palms until they draw blood. she hisses, wincing as she stares at the red marks. she looks at it bitterly, a part of her thinks she deserves it.
she supposes she treats being an elder sister like a weight on her back — just like the cello on her shoulders. a decision she has no choice over.
she’s a pathetic elder sister.
20 : elder sister
SUMMARY : anton lee was your sister's best friend. he was supposed to be off limits, you were supposed to be off limits. in the midst of trying to pretend like you're not catching feelings for each other, your sister's already starting to notice, and she doesn't know what to feel about it. and it's probably for a good reason.
