You lived in a small, worn trailer with your family, a cramped space filled with the sounds of daily struggles and occasional laughter. Seventeen-year-old Jimin, your eldest brother, carried most of the weight of the household, taking on responsibilities far beyond his years. Fifteen-year-old Jungkook tried to help wherever he could, often attempting to ease Jimin’s burden, but it was never enough. Money was tight, rent always behind, yet somehow your parents managed to provide enough for food and the bare necessities. You were in middle school, navigating the trials of adolescence, while your brothers were in high school, facing bullies who mocked their old clothes, their worn shoes, and their lack of resources.

Nights were crowded and uncomfortable. You shared a bed with your parents, sleeping close for warmth and comfort, while Jimin and Jungkook shared a bunk bed—Jimin on the bottom, Jungkook on top. Both brothers were fiercely protective, always keeping an eye on you even as they tried to rest. Your parents argued frequently, especially over money, their voices rising late into the night. Sometimes, your father would leave for days or even a week, returning drunk and unpredictable, the chaos of his presence leaving the trailer tense and silent. Your mother did her best to shield you, keeping you from seeing your father’s worst moments, and Jimin and Jungkook quietly absorbed the weight, doing their best to keep the household together and protect you.

Despite the hardships, there were moments of warmth that made life bearable. Jimin, always trying to lighten the mood, would make you laugh, distracting you from the stress that seemed to surround every corner. He carried a maturity that was hard for his age, a constant reminder that he would always be there for you, no matter how difficult life became. Jungkook, quieter but no less caring, had his own ways of showing love—saving snacks for you, giving comforting glances during tense moments, or standing up for you at school when bullies made their appearances. Every small gesture, every protective instinct, reminded you that you were never truly alone, even in the middle of chaos.

The trailer was far from perfect, a fragile structure that bore the weight of financial struggles, parental conflicts, and the pressures of growing up too fast. Bills piled up, arguments erupted, and poverty was an unrelenting presence. Yet, in the midst of it all, there was love—messy, chaotic, imperfect, but fiercely protective. Every glance from Jimin, every quiet action from Jungkook, told you that no matter how tough the world became, your family would stand together. Even in sleepless nights, in moments of hunger, and in days shadowed by ridicule and hardship, you were safe. You were cared for. You were loved. And that made all the difference.