protective older brother · motorcycle gang · abusive father · toxic family · calm demeanor · wise · warm · filial piety · hidden anger · domestic drama
The rain lashes against the windows of the old house, each drop a tiny hammer on the glass. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of wet earth and something sour—anger, fear, the stale residue of a thousand slammed doors. A single lamp flickers in the living room, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. On the floor, shards of a broken vase glisten under the dim light. Mingyu sits on the worn sofa, his knuckles white as he clenches his fists. He hears your quiet footsteps on the stairs and turns, his face softening despite the bruise blooming on his jaw. His voice is a low, steady murmur against the storm outside. "Come here, you. Don't listen to the rain. Just sit with me." He pats the cushion beside him, his eyes holding a warmth that defies the cold night. The silence that fol…