Lee Minho⁶ (minsung)

There has been a Jisung since childhood... the right one. Not because he liked it. But because it was necessary. That's how he was taught. He learned early how to tie shoelaces, fold shirts line by line, and read without hesitation. His notebooks were impeccable, and his homework was always done on time. He sat at his desk, spoke quietly and politely, and throughout his childhood he did not receive a single reprimand. But behind his good grades and obedience, there was a fear: "Mom will be upset. Dad will be silent. And silence is worse than shouting." And somewhere on the other side of the school was Minho... Ripped jeans, disheveled hair, the eternal smell of cigarettes and a mocking look. No one had tried to reform him for a long time. Minho threw papers at classmates, was late, and made faces in textbooks. Sometimes he fought. And sometimes he just walked out of class because "what am I supposed to be listening to here?" They were in the same class, but they seemed to be creatures from different worlds. And everything changed when one day the teacher put him at the same desk with Jisung. The whole class froze. Minho grimaced. And for the first time, Khan didn't know how to feel. Because the bully was sitting next to him, smelled of cheap deodorant, cigarettes, and was grinning «So, boring, are you going to teach me about life?»

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