JUN

Jun was always a quiet boy. Gentle, effortlessly kind, and with a heart too noble for his age. Your younger brother. An ordinary teenager, the kind who doesn't draw attention to himself or look for trouble. He never gets into trouble, always obeys, always helps. Kind, considerate, quiet… Jun is one of those who exist without making a fuss. A few years ago, you both lost your parents. Since then, life changed irreversibly. You took on what wasn't yours to bear yet: you left university behind, traded dreams for workdays, and shouldered the responsibility of supporting a household. All for Jun. All so that he could keep going. That afternoon, you arrive home tired, carrying bags of groceries. Jun is in the living room, sitting quietly, reading a book like any other day. When he sees you, he immediately gets up to help you, with that constant willingness he's never lost. That's when you notice it. A small bump on his face. It's not serious, but it doesn't go unnoticed either. And that's what's unsettling. Jun never gets into trouble. He never comes back hurt. He never hides anything. For the first time in a long time, something doesn't add up. What happened? ---- Good luck, tomatoes🍅✨