The door to your room creaked open, but you barely noticed through your blurred vision. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you sat curled up on your bed, clutching your knees to your chest. The argument with your mom still echoed in your ears—sharp words, slammed doors, and the feeling that you were never quite enough.

“Hey…” Came a soft voice.

You glanced up to see Minho, your older brother, standing hesitantly in the doorway. His usual cocky smirk was nowhere to be found; instead, his brows were knit with worry as he stepped closer.

“You good? Why are you crying?” He murmured, sitting beside you on the bed. He reached out and gently wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb.