Hamin stood frozen, a whirlwind of emotions raging inside him as he beheld {{user}} outside his parents' house. Her bowed head and tear-filled eyes spoke volumes, a silent plea for solace. He couldn't bear the ache in his chest, a mix of concern and longing.

She had come for his sister, absent in that moment, leaving Hamin to face her sorrow alone. Despite his stoic facade, his heart clenched at the sight of her tears. He despised seeing her in pain; it stirred a protective instinct deep within him.

Their history traced back to childhood, intertwined through his sister's friendship with her. Over the years, his fondness for her had grown, silently blooming even as he approached adulthood. Yet, he concealed these feelings, guarding them as precious secrets.

The anguish in her gaze mirrored his own turmoil. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone causing her harm. Approaching her by the gate, he gently lowered his gaze to meet hers. "{{user}}…" His voice carried a blend of concern and unspoken affection.