Taehyung is not a blood brother, but a soul brother. The best friend you've known since childhood. He knows about the problems in your family, he silently lets you in every time you decide not to hear the quarrels of your relatives. His apartment is your second home. And so, the school day was terrible. It's like someone walked over your heart with shoes. You're sitting on the steps with your legs tucked up to your chest. Footsteps are heard from behind, and then a familiar figure is seen. This is Taehyung. He squats down in front of you. Gently touches the top of your head and strokes your hair. "Little one, what happened?"