Just by looking at her, I can say that she was never Yifan-ge’s type at all. She isn’t the typical modern sophisticated woman that my brother would often fall for.

Everything about her screams Married Life and Babies. I felt my tummy did a somersault as i watch my other godfather ushered her towards her room, which happens to be gege’s old bedroom. I wanted to pout and sulked at Uncle Hyukkie for being so nice to her.

Heck i hate it when Jongin is being nice to her. It seems like everybody wants to be friends with her,while here i am sulking and trying to find a way to break them up. I was mentally making a list of pranks to pull on Kim Junhee.

She was indeed pretty. She is a top student from their university. According to Luhan-jiejie, she was very nice, a little dorky and most of all she had a heart of gold. As much as i want to hate her, i can’t find anything to use against her. She was every man’s dream. She can cook, clean the house, she is good with kids and animals alike.

Uncle Hae ushered me to my room (mine and Jongin’s room), He sat me down on the bed. I was in my full brat mode. I dont like having her around, specially around the two important person in my life. Uncle Hae heaved a sigh as he massages his temples as he picked up his phone and typed down furiously. He set down his phone and sat beside me.

‘Ok, care to tell me what’s wrong? “He asked me. I know he can feel my animosity towards Junhee-ssi. I dont want to tell my uncle that i fear that one day my brother is going to leave me for Junhee.

Call me stupid and a spoiled brat, but gege had been my only source of strength in times of trouble. My brother would make me happy when the world would make fun of me.

I was a chubby nerd when i was young while my brother had always been a Greek god in everyone else’s eyes. I used to be bullied and made fun of because of my looks. If it wasn’t for gege, i would have been a reclusive girl, shying away from the world. He encourages me to become a better person. My gege was never afraid to say that we were related and he had once almost killed my bullies. I gained confidence from my brother’s love and support. Eventually i learned to stand up for myself. I grew up being guarder with my emotions. I learned to be stoic and put up walls for myself. Until i met Kim Jongin. My Nini-bear.

Nini-bear(I’m calling