This is Park (Y/n).

He is about to turn 18 in a few weeks,
and is a senior in high school.
He is a photography student who is never seen walking around without his camera out, or his camera bag around his shoulder.

He is a nerdy boy with naturly curly hair and round glasses.
He makes your average strait A's and B's with the occasional C.
He will not hesitate to argue with you about which superhero is better.

This is Park Namjun,
(Y/n)'s older brother by 3 years.

He was (Y/n)'s favorite person to take pcitures of, he was like his own personal model.

He never actually became a professional model like he had always wanted.

(Y/n) though always took pictures of him to make him feel like he was a real model, to make him happy.

Namjun always made sure (y/n) stayed a good kid and never got tangled up with the wrong crowd.

He always helped (y/n) with his school work and made sure he got good grades.

He protected (y/n), and made sure nobody even looked at him the wrong way.

Namjun was what kept (y/n) together.

The two boys only had each other.
Their father is a horrible alcoholic who is pretty much good for nothing.
He was kicked out of the house a long time ago when (y/n) was only 6 and Namjun was 9.

When their mother got a promotion in one of her jobs that would help with everything so much, they had to move to live closer to her main working headquarters.

She then became busy 24/7 with her new promotion and was almost never home, she often left the two home alone together without much of a care.

Together they learned how to care for themselves without the need for parents. They always figured that just the two of them were good enough.

Nothing could break apart their bond.

Namjun died 2 years ago.
He was 19, (y/n) was 16.

To this day (Y/n) still finds random pictures he's taken of Namjun every once in a while when going through old SD cards, or older files on his computer.

He would be lieing if he were to say that he didn't miss Namjun...

Out of everything that Namjun left behind before his death, there was a box that was specifically labeled "For (y/n) ONLY."

(Y/n) actually didn't have the guts to open the box for a whole month since he had gotten it.

It wasn't until he had accidently knocked it off of his shelf and it opened by itself when he saw what it contained.

Inside the box was a bunch of letters adressed to (y/n).
On each envelope was a specific date for when he should open it.

Each letter was a note from Namjun to (y/n), and by the way they were all written it had seemed as if Namjun had planned his death before it had even happened.

It was like he knew what to write on each note because he knew he was going to die.

The very thought made (y/n)'s stomach turn.

He did know that Namjun did commit suicide, but to even think that he had been planning to do it for so long confused (y/n).

Nobody knew why Namjun did it.
He had always seemed to happy and content with his life...

Maybe he only seemed that way around (y/n)...

Maybe...

It's not something (y/n) likes to think about at all, but sometimes thats all that's ever on his mind.

Since Namjun's death (y/n) had promised himself to be the boy,
and soon to be man,
that Namjun had wanted him to be.

(Y/n) knew it would be hard on his own, but he knows that every day he is never truly alone.

Though, there are those rare days when (y/n) can't take his emotions anymore. Those rare days when he would collapse on the floor and just cry and cry and cry...

During those times are when he feels the most lonely.

Though he would never admit it,
(y/n) has come down with a serious case of depression.
He often doubts himself more than he ever used to, and now looks in the mirror and is never satisfied with what he sees.

Since Namjun hasn't been around,
he hasn't had anyone to stand up for him. (Y/n) is a rather easy target for bullies. They bring him down any way they can by calling him names and making fun of the way he looks, he's even been shoved inside a locker a few times.

Sometimes all he wants is for someone to comfort him.
All he wants is his brother back.