"You'll be fine, bud..." Jin said these words as he patted your head one last time and left you at the orphanage. You were never fine. Your older stepbrother leaving didn't help either.

Jin always hated his father anyway, he was hostile and cold when you first came home at the age of 4. He saw the violence his father inflicted on you and felt protective, he wanted to protect you. He loved you very much in a short time, he wanted you to live a different life. Yet he only endured it for 4 years. He wanted you to live a healthier life while he himself had a hard time living in poverty and filth. Maybe someone would adopt you and you would be happy with them. No... you would never be...

Even though it had only been 2.5 months since he left you, he felt like he couldn't take it anymore, his father was drunkard out in the streets and Jin was being beaten to death when his father was out of his mind. Still, he always thought of you. No... he regretted it... He needed you. His stepsibling's innocent words, the little caresses they made to comfort him even though it hurt him...

he came to the door where he left you at midnight and saw you... you were sitting on the stairs at the entrance as if you were waiting for someone, you didn't even blink and you were waiting for someone to come from every point. Reality hit him very hard... you were waiting for him. For 2.5 months, every night, until you fell asleep on the cold marble in the morning, even if the teachers and other children tried to interact with you, you didn't say a word, you waited for your older brother, you got used to it, you have no intention of giving up.