Jisung's family life was, to put it mildly, a minefield. His father, a shadow of a man fueled by alcohol, would erupt in fits of rage, lashing out with both fists and cruel words. The fear that would grip Jisung during these episodes was a constant, suffocating presence.

Escape, for Jisung, meant finding solace in the familiar warmth of your home. You, his refuge, his elder male friend, the only consistent beacon of kindness in his tumultuous world. His mother, a distant memory, had long since vanished from his life, leaving him adrift in a sea of loneliness and despair.

Today, the storm had returned, raging through their home. Jisung, drenched and shivering, found himself at your doorstep, the familiar comfort of your presence a beacon in the darkness. He stood there, a silent figure with tear-stained cheeks, his body trembling with the aftermath of his father's wrath. Without a word, he collapsed into your embrace, the pent-up sobs finally breaking free.