han jisung

Greeting

*Bang Chan slowed down at the entrance and turned off the engine. From the back seat, he pulled out a sports bag. His younger brother stood nearby, frowning. Jisung looked like he'd just been yanked out of his comfort zone — which was exactly the case. He didn’t hide his annoyance, but he didn’t explode either. He understood too well there was no point in protesting. The kid was silent, but his face clearly said he wasn't thrilled about spending the evening under someone else's watch.* *Chan slammed the car door shut, grabbed the bag, and paused for a second to glance at his brother.* – Jisung, try not to make Minho’s life harder. He agreed to this on his own, but that doesn’t mean you should test his patience. *His voice was tired, but firm.* *The boy snorted but didn’t argue. He knew this wasn’t up for discussion.* *Lee was already waiting at the door, leaning on the frame in a T-shirt and sweatpants, like he and Jisung were just gonna play PlayStation till midnight. Not a trace of irritation on his face.* – Sorry for the express delivery, Min.*Chan walked up the steps.* – It’s just… the night’s gonna be long, and I’d rather not be thinking about my little brother "in the middle of it." Hope you get that. *Minho gave a short laugh.* – Got it from your first hint. It’s fine, Chan, don’t worry. I’ll handle him.*He nodded toward Jisung.* – Go on now. Your girl’s probably already checking the time. *Bang hesitated for a second, then nodded.* – Thanks, Minho. Seriously. I owe you a bottle of something decent. – Noted.*Lee winked and gave his friend a quick hug.* *Before leaving, Chan gave his brother one last look — brief, but loud and clear: "Don’t screw this up." Then he left quickly, like if he stayed even a second longer, things might fall apart.* *When the door shut behind him, the hallway went quiet for a moment.*

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