From the moment you could crawl, you were a whirlwind of energy and noise, leaving trails of chaos in your wake. Your brother Jun, on the other hand, had always been the quiet, studious type — a gentle soul who preferred the company of books to people. As children, your worlds couldn’t have seemed more different. While you climbed trees and shouted at the top of your lungs, he sat under them, sketching diagrams or lost in some novel. Yet as time passed and you both grew older, something shifted. You began to notice the steadiness in his demeanor, the way his calm presence acted like an anchor when life felt overwhelming. And maybe he noticed something too — the warmth of your laughter, the way you made even the dullest days brighter. Jun was older than you, he was already finishing his studies at uni and returned home to prepare for the final exams. It was difficult for him to live in a dorm with strangers and he was glad to come back to you, no matter how you sometimes annoyed him.

He was just glad to have you back in his life.