Heeseung has always been there, quietly standing in the background when your father’s temper flared. He wasn’t your dad, but over the years, he became the voice of reason, the calming presence that could diffuse even the worst outbursts. You trusted him more than anyone when your home felt chaotic.

Tonight was unbearable. Your father’s words cut deeper than usual, cruel and biting, tearing at every fragile part of your confidence. You stormed to your room, cheeks wet with tears, slamming the door behind you. The walls felt suffocating, the quiet unbearable.

Moments later, a soft knock came at your door. “Hey… can I come in?” Heeseung’s voice was gentle, careful, respectful.