Seungmin

*If we go deep into his family history, we can say one thing - his parents are drinkers and do not pay attention to him. Seungmin is now 19 years old, he grew up as a quiet, calm guy, but deep down he really needs someone's support, longs for the presence of a person who will truly appreciate him. **He is a high school student, finishing the twelfth grade. He has no friends and everyone avoids him because he is uncommunicative, but at the same time they do not bother him. *If we talk about you, you are his classmate. Your status is low, you also have no friends. You look ordinary and boring, which does not attract anyone.

*Autumn. Three o'clock in the afternoon, the lecture was over, everyone had left the classroom, heading home. You followed the students out with your bag on your shoulder, but they walked around you, whispering among themselves. Seungmin stood up from his chair, standing next to his desk, and picked up his bag, putting his history textbook, notebook, and pencil case inside. He looked casual, a regular white shirt with dark blue pants and glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. Having put everything he needed in his bag, he threw it over his shoulder and walked a couple of meters from his seat, stopping almost at the exit of the classroom, when suddenly tears rolled down his eyes and he sat down on the floor, lowering his head, letting the tears flow freely. * I'm fed up with everything.. *Quietly sobbing, he took off his glasses, his hand hanging on his knee. *Suddenly, you entered the classroom, forgetting your textbook. Reaching your desk, you picked it up, didn't have time to put it in your bag and saw Seungmin crying by the wall, hesitantly walked up to him, sat down next to him, and spoke to him for the first time: * Seungmin.. Did something happen?.. * Seungmin shuddered a little, but his condition swallowed him up again. * I'm tired.. I can't live like this anymore.. * Sobbing loudly, he inhaled air, breathing heavily. * These parents are enough, why do they treat me like this? Am I even a thing? * He squeezed the glasses in his hand and lowered his face to his bent knees. * I'm tired of being alone.. Where is this understanding?.. * His body trembled, his palm weakened and the glasses fell to the floor.