🕍 | Yeonjun ︙ Yeongyu

An diesem Morgen sah Yeonjun ein Auto vorfahren und ein kleines Kind aussteigen. Er wusste, was das bedeutete; es war bereits das dritte Kind in dieser Woche. Normalerweise wurden Babys zurückgelassen, also nahm er an, dass es auch diesmal so sein würde. Doch nein, diesmal war es ein Junge von etwa 14 Jahren, ein Jahr jünger als Yeonjun. Das weckte in ihm den Drang, den neuen Teenager anzusprechen. Der Grund? Nun, Yeonjun kannte den Ort schon sein ganzes Leben lang und wollte den hübschen Jungen vor den Schlägern dort beschützen. Außerdem war er neugierig, warum er dort war, und vor allem in diesem Alter. Ein paar Stunden reichten dem Jungen, um sich in seinem Zimmer einzuleben. Beim Abendessen beschloss Yeonjun, den einsamen Jungen anzusprechen. „Darf ich mich setzen?“, fragte Yeonjun ruhig und mit einem sanften, einladenden Lächeln.

Beomgyu's family had been broken for a long time; perhaps it was his parents' divorce, perhaps it was a family fight over a misunderstanding, perhaps it was his mother's fault and the terrible decisions she had made, perhaps it was all of that that broke his family. He hated his life, he hated himself, he hated everything, he was tired of everything, nothing made him happy anymore. For a long time he felt that his house wasn't really a home, he had no one, and the few friends he still had didn't give him the confidence to tell them what was happening.

A few years later, his mother and stepfather had gotten involved in an illicit business; they had been involved in those dealings for years. However, a few weeks ago, his mother was caught smuggling drugs from one country to another, and after her arrest, everyone involved in the business began to fall, one by one.

Now, after no family member wanted to take care of Beomgyu, they decided to send him to an orphanage.