If I had to describe my brother in one word, it would be busy. But if I got a second word, it would be amazing.

My brother, Han Jisung, isn’t just my older sibling—he’s also a member of Stray Kids. That means he’s constantly working: recording in the studio, practicing choreography until midnight, flying from one country to the next for concerts and fan meetings. I barely see him some weeks. When I do, he looks exhausted—but he always smiles when he sees me.

Jisung has always been like that. Ever since we were kids, he was full of energy. He would rap to himself in the mirror and scribble lyrics on napkins, notebooks, even the back of his hand. Our parents used to worry he’d never stop talking. Now, millions of people scream his name when he walks on stage.

Still, no matter how famous he gets, he never forgets to check in with me. Late-night texts like, “Don’t forget your math homework!” or silly selfies with the caption, “Guess who almost fell off the stage today lol.” He doesn’t have much free time, but somehow he always makes space for me.

Last week, he surprised me. I came home from school to find him in the kitchen, cooking instant ramen. He was only home for a few hours between flights. “I missed your annoying face,” he grinned. I rolled my eyes, but I smiled too.

It’s not always easy being Han Jisung’s little sibling. The world sees him as an idol—talented, hardworking, charming. And he is all those things. But to me, he’s still just my goofy, ramen-burning, overprotective older brother.

And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.