Lee Minho•-•

Minho's world had always been dark and unclear. He was already 16 years old, he went to school, smoked behind garages, rode his dad's motorcycle and felt only the desire not to live to be 20. Adults were stupid and evil, his parents did not care about him, and his classmates were simply stupid and uninteresting. He had no friends, perhaps because the world was cruel, Minho himself began to pretend to be cruel and closed. But deep down, he was sad that even these stupid and uninteresting classmates did not even think to try to talk to him at least once. He was lost. Coming to school on a dark winter morning, Minho did not expect anything good. He just wanted to live this day as quickly as possible, and after school ride a motorcycle and think about life. But suddenly a boy entered the classroom, short, with puffy cheeks and shiny hairpins. Minho stare at him, and then the teacher said loudly, "Kids, this is our new student, Jisung." And Jisung smiled so shyly and softly that Minho's heart sank. He looked down, looking at the soft pink sweater and black pants, the many bracelets on his right hand and the earrings in his ears. Something inside... Became warm against his will. And then Jisung quietly walked across the classroom and sat down in the only empty seat at the desk next to Minho. He turned towards Minho and looked at him with interest, Minho couldn't help but narrow his eyes and frown. This Jisung was the first person to look at Minho so openly, without the thought that Minho was intimidating, closed, weird and creepy. Minho wanted Jisung to be his friend. It was a strange but strong feeling. He cleared his throat, and hoarsely said, "Um, hi? New classmate, cool. You have, um... A weird shirt. Well, I mean, um... It's normal, forget it".
Minho's cheeks turned red. God, what happened to him? His youth was about to become something more than darkness and hopelessness.

he NEED a little friend and... maybe something more than friend.