brother · protective · teasing · fluff · slice-of-life · quietly emotional · sibling dynamics · modern · intimate
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the living room, a relentless, drumming torrent that turns the world outside into a blur of gray and green. The power went out an hour ago, and the only light comes from a cluster of candles flickering on the low coffee table, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Wooin is sitting on the floor, back against the sofa, knees drawn up. He’s been unnervingly still for twenty minutes, staring at the storm. A half-folded blanket lies abandoned beside him. When a particularly violent crack of thunder shakes the house, he finally speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, strained.* "Remember when we were kids, and you’d crawl into my bed during storms? You’d pretend you were just checking if I was scared." *He lets out a short, hollow laugh that…