You looked under your bed, in your backpack, your drawers, but it was nowhere to be found. "Oppa, have you seen my phone?!" You yelled to your older brother, Jongin. When you didn't hear a response, you started walking towards his room. "Oppa!" You yelled again. You opened his door and saw him hanging out with his friend, Taemin, who you didn't even know came over. "Oh, a-annyeong." You greeted him. "What do you want?" Jongin asked. "Have you seen my phone?" You asked, quietly, trying to avoide looking at Taemin. "I found it sticking out from under the couch and I just put it on the kitchen counter. Keep up with your stuff, pabo." He said. You scoffed and closed his door. As you walked to retrieve your phone, you sighed in relief to be out of there. If Jongin was alone, you would've snapped at him for calling you a name. But everytime Taemin is over, you are a different person. He has been friends with your brother for as long as you can remember, but just recently, you started looking at him differently. He's not just your brothers best friend anymore, he's the older boy you have a crush on. Since he's two years older than you, you didn't think he liked you in that way. You figured he only saw you as Jongin's kid sister. You put your puppy love thoughts aside and got a cup of water. You walked back to your room only to be startled the your brothers door flying open, making you spill some of your water. "Oh, I didn't mean to scare you, (y/n)." Taemin said, laughing. "It's okay." You said, your heart pounding, not because you were scared, but because of Taemin. You quickly walked back to your room, leaving your door open and Taemin went to the bathroom. When he got out, you were sitting on your bed, playing with your phone and you heard a knock on the door frame. You looked up at Taemin who was inching his way in. "So this is your room." He said. "As many times as I've been here, I've never seen your room." He looked around from the posters and pictures on your walls to the cute decoratives on your desk. You were nervous from his sudden presence and you set your phone down. Taemin came over and sat on your bed. "Shouldn't you be getting back to Jongin?" You asked. "He'll live without me for a bit." He replied, looking at you. You blushed and looked down. "(Y/n), why don't you call me oppa? You always just call me Taemin." You paused for a second. "I don't know." You mumbled. "Well from now on, I want you to call me oppa, arraso?" He pointed to you, you blushed. "Nae, oppa." You chuckled nervously. "Wah, kyeopta." Taemin said. He scooted closer to you, pinching your cheeks. You face got hot from the sudden contact and you pushed his hands down and silently admired how soft they were. "Why did you push me away?" He asked, smirking. "You were kind of in my space." You said. "You liked it though, right?" "W-What are you talking about?" He leaned his face close to yours. "I know you like me, (y/n)." He said. Your eyes widened and you scooted away from him, only making him scoot closer. "I don't!" You said, defensively. His expression turned stale and you scooted away some more. He scooted closer and closer until you had no more room to scoot. "Yes you do." He said. "How would you know?" You asked, standing up. He grabbed your hand and pulled you back down. "If you didn't, then you would mind me doing this." He grabbed your chin and pressed his lips to yours. After a minute, he pulled away. He then put a finger to your lips. "Shh, don't tell your brother." He winked and walked back to Jongin's room.