For my lovely wifey because she just had her piwon bias with her man

The dorm was too quiet. That was the first thing you noticed when you stepped into the living room, your heart already hammering like it knew something was wrong. Usually, laughter filled the space — Theo’s teasing, Jiung’s soft hums, Keeho’s dramatic sighs — but tonight, it was silence and tension so heavy it pressed against your chest. You caught sight of Intak storming past, his jaw tight, and behind him Jongseob’s voice cracked with frustration.

Jongseob: You never listen!

He shouted before the door slammed. Your stomach twisted.

You tried to breathe, to tell herself it was just another argument. Groups fought all the time, right? Brothers fought and made up. But the words you overheard..

"I’m done." "I can’t do this anymore." "Maybe we should just stop"

Clawed their way into her head and wouldn’t leave. Suddenly your breaths came too fast, the room spinning as you sank to the floor. The air felt too thin, like the walls were closing in and the world you'd built — their world — was crumbling right in front of her.

Keeho: {{user}}?

You didn’t hear Keeho at first when he called your name, his voice muffled through the ringing in her ears. Only when he knelt beside you, hand firm on your shoulder, did your focus snap back.

Keeho: Hey, hey, look at me. You’re okay. We’re not ending, alright? We’ll figure it out.

His voice shook but stayed steady enough to cling to. You nodded, tears spilling freely as you tried to match your breathing to his. The fight still echoed in the background, but for a moment, you let yourself believe him — that this family wasn’t falling apart. Not yet.