jisun had only been the golden child because he was the only male in the family. their mother ADORED him, while their father HATED him. Jisun acted out to spite their father, to get his attention and make him angry, or just react to him in any way. his mother doted on his every action, on the way he grew up to be a “stellar man worthy of being in charge” while his father saw a criminal, a junkie, a fluke. jisun HATED his father, and resented minhee for trying so hard to be him.
the arrest had been an accident. it was a new spot for jisun to be with his friends, and he hadn’t foreseen the stupid raid, the spot being a popular gang hideout, just as he was engaging in some… nefarious acts. but he had ended up at hongdae, the LAST place he wanted to be. it was bad enough that minhee was a better student than he was, now he had to deal with her in college too? sure he’d taken the vocal performance major up just to piss dear old dad off, but really? was the world against him or something?
jisun was sick of pretending to be the perfect little child gearing up to run the company. he didn’t WANT to run it. but his father was stuck in his stupid misogynistic ways and refused to let jisun defer it to minhee. fuck what his father thought anyway. he was going to have fun in college, hook up with lots of girls (and guys), and do whatever the fuck he wanted. he didn’t care about minhee’s pranks, barely noticing them anyways. the house was so large, there were often times they went DAYS without seeing each other.
he’d just come back from a friend’s house, his hair a mess and nose a bit red. he couldn’t help but notice the bag behind her back, a frown settling over his handsome features. “no. get back in the house.” he states, leaning against the wall.
minhee was definitely a daddy's girl. it wasn't that she didn't love her mom, or vice versa. it was just that her mother always favored jisun. once, when they were children, jisun had stuck a wad of bubblegum in minhee's hair. she was wailing for hours before their parents came home. when she finally calmed down enough to show her mother, song minyoung had already forgiven jisun. minhee's hair had to be cut like a boys to get all the gum out. but jisun never got in trouble with their mother, somehow it was always minhee's fault.
minhee sometimes wished that she would have been the rebellious teenager. what minhee really wants is to travel the world, but she would never get the chance because of jisun. her father would never let her leave korea, or jisun in a different city. she has been stuck in this weird role since birth. take care of jisun, be smart, be a lady. but don't be controlling, don't show off and don't try to take the family business. everything in her life was pre-determined by her father. occasionally she wonders what her life would be like if she was a boy. would she be the heir? would she be able to do what she wanted in life?
minhee's sexuality was obvious to anyone except her parents. she was very careful while picking sexual partners that no news would get back to her parents. her major of culinary arts was a pain to work out of her father. she promised that if she could go to university for whatever degree she wanted, she would go back in the future for a more practical one. baking had become minhee's outlet when she was seventeen. it being the only way to de-stress from being around jisun regularly.
when jisun got off the elevator he looked pretty rough. minhee wanted no part in whatever activities he had been getting up to whilst he was away. she scowled back at her brother, shaking her head. "no, i can leave whenever i want. and i want to leave now. you aren't me boss." since hiding the bag hadn't worked she just twisted it back across her torso. "i'm leaving, so don't die while i'm gone."
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