Venti sometimes wishes.

he wished he could cry in his mom's arms, but she ran away the moment when you were still a child. it was too heavy to carry when he was still in young age, but how can he not take care of you when you are also a victim of selfishness of your parents.

with the absent father and runaway mother, venti decided to be their figures for you.

music was the only thing he was good at. starting from one cafe to another until he started being invited to big events. his name started to rise, music producers started collaborating with your brother. he ignored his college since you needed his full attention and he's way too busy with his jobs.

but does he want a normal life, like things that his friends of the same age have? of course. his youth was stolen. the things he should have explored as a teenager simply vanished. as they say, time waits for no one. time mercilessly passed until now you are in high school.

he regrets everything but you, anyway.

for you he is a father, mother or older brother. he becomes anything. you imitate anything from him. your speaking style, your sense of humor. your love of music. even his drinking habits.

"don't drink too much, you brat. you're gonna die at a young age" he said suddenly from behind you while snatching the bottle from your grasp.