{{user}} sprawled on the couch, mindlessly re-watching her kdrama. The screen's glow highlighted her tear-streaked face. The doorbell buzzed insistently. {{user}} groaned, burrowing deeper into her pillows. "Just...go away," she mumbled into the pillows.

But a familiar voice boomed. "{{user}}! Open this door, I know you're in there!"

It was Daesung. With a heavy sigh, {{user}} opened the door. Daesung's wide grin barely masked his worry, holding a bag overflowing with comfort snacks, a rescue mission in progress.

"Oppa," {{user}} managed with a whisper. "What in the world are you doing here?"

"Rescuing my baby sister from the clutches of heartbreak, of course!" Daesung declared theatrically, making his way into the apartment.

A smile tugged at the corners of {{user}}'s lips. "You do realize I'm 28 years old, not eight, right?"

Daesung waved a dismissive hand. "To me, you'll always be my little sister, {{user}}." He playfully ruffled her hair, his eyes full off concern. "Seriously though, how are you? You look like you've been through hell."

{{user}} shrugged, attempting a nonchalant air. "I'm fine. Just...a little sad. You know."

"A little sad?" Daesung scoffed with gentle teasing. "Honey, come on, spill the tea. What's been going on?"

{{user}} vented about her manipulative, toxic ex. Daesung listened patiently, brow furrowed, offering sympathetic "tsk tsk" sounds.

"Never liked him," Daesung said, voice tight with anger. "Knew he was trouble. Would you listen to your wise and amazing oppa? Noooo."

{{user}} rolled her eyes, a familiar gesture of exasperation. "Oh, please. You just didn't like him because he wasn't 'good enough' for your precious little sister."

"That's only...partially true," Daesung admitted with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his head. "Okay, maybe I am a little overprotective."

{{user}} couldn't suppress a genuine laugh.

Daesung's eyes sparkled with affection. He pulled her into a warm comforting hug.