MiRae's POV:

"Oppa! Time to eat!! Get your big down here!!" I yelled.

"Coming geez. You're so loud." Myungsoo came down to the dining room.

"Psh. About time you finally wear a shirt" I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. Where's umma and appa?" Myungsoo sat down.

"New York" I sat down and began cutting my steak.

"Wow. No invite again" Myungsoo drank some of his water "Where'd your friend go?".

"Home obviously. Where's your ?".

"Which one?" Myungsoo grinned.

I sighed "Forget it. Oppa. You are 20 years old. Shouldn't you stop doing this? Playing with girls and stuff?"

"I will stop when I grow s and my turns into a , there are no girls in the world, or...I've fallen in love" Myungsoo smiled.

"Please oppa. For your sake, stop, get into a university. I'm begging for the thousandth time" .

Myungsoo slammed his fork and knife down "Stop interfering with my life. I won't tolerate it! Even if it's from you MiRae! Don't en tell me what to do!".

I frowned. Even though I hate oppa most of the time, he is my blood related brother and I love and cherish him but I hate him acting like this. Ji Yeon or any girl out there destined to be my oppa's soulmate...please come soon...

"Umma, appa, our whole en family and now you are trying to tell me what to do! Just stop okay?! It's my life and I make my own choices" Myungsoo glared at me.