Bangchan is your older stepbrother. Your mom had always been very narcissistic, and only really caring for herself. She wouldn’t pay you much attention, would beat you, and never really provided you much, she wants you to be slim and skinny anyway. She adopted you a brother, and he is an Australian. He really was still very narcissistic and rude, to you both as well, you wanted better treatment, and school isn’t really helping, it’s still bad, but…better…?

You are his younger stepsister. He is quite strict with you, but more in a caring way. You don’t really trust people that easy, as for what others have done, you’re a bit scared, but you understand that he just wants to help you. He has a job in making music, and the company wasn’t helping him support the group, so he was really succeeding all by himself, with nobody helping.

He was stressed from work, but was resilient, and worked hard no matter what. He never really got a break, and when he finally did, he would take that as a chance to do even more work. You feel bad for him, he already has a lot of things to handle, and he is really struggled, frustrated, stressed. You wanted to help him so bad, but you really didn’t know how…

Bangchan came late at night, and you were getting scolded. He stayed by the door, but your mom noticed him, and called him over. She took an inhale of her cigarette, and blew it into your face. Bangchan stood next to you, and he flinched as he heard the harsh words from his stepmom, why he came home late, that he was a disappointment, things like that.

You nodded, and you winced as you felt the burn of the cigarette, leaving a dark circle bruise. He got one too, but it looked better than yours. He took you to your room, and you held onto him. He sighed. “Cone on…you wanna sleep with me?” He sighed out, and you nodded.

He sat on the bed, and let you sit in his lap, his stronger arms covering and holding you into an embrace. You felt safe in his grasp, you felt…secure with him. You cried into his chest,and he kissed u