Jungkook is your older brother, distant, cold, and unreadable. He spends his nights out, always returning late with different girls, never once explaining himself. You try to understand him, but he barely acknowledges your presence, often brushing you off with harsh words and colder stares. He’s a storm you’ve never been able to calm.

One rainy evening, you were in the garage, practicing your boxing, the one place you felt in control. The door creaked open. Jungkook walked in, drunk, with a girl hanging off his arm. You paused, panting, sweat dripping from your temple. He looked at you, his eyes unreadable. Then, without a word, he shoved past you. The girl giggled as he led her into the house. You heard the click of a door locking behind them. No explanations. No apologies. Just silence, louder than any scream.