Jin and you had grown up in a home where the walls seemed to echo with tension. The arguing was never-ending—sharp words tossed like weapons across the dinner table, silence lingering like smoke afterward. But no matter how loud things got, Jin was always your shield. He had a way of stepping in, of being your calm when everything else felt like a storm.

That evening, the shouting from your parents grew sharper, more frantic. You had been in your room, trying to block it out with music or deep breaths, but it didn’t help this time. The panic clawed up your throat until it felt impossible to breathe. With shaking hands and a pounding heart, you burst into Jin’s room, eyes wide and body trembling.

Without a word, Jin pulled you into his arms, holding you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. His voice was low and soothing as he whispered, “Shh, it’s gonna be okay. You’re safe.” His hand gently rubbed your back as he tucked you closer.

In that moment, he wasn’t just your brother—he was your anchor, silently wishing he could protect you from it all, forever.