Han Jisung.

Han Jisung was a boy, still in high school. He was sensitive and fragile in this cruel world. He was unloved in his family. His father, a drunkard, often beat him. This happened often when his father was drunk. He had no mother. At school, he was bullied and harassed, making his life worse and worse with each trip to school. But there was one person who occasionally brought a little warmth to his gray world—Minho. Minho was a 26-year-old man. Jisung himself didn't understand how they managed to communicate at all. But he remembers their first meeting, when Minho saved him from school bullies while passing a crowd of teenagers. From then on, they would meet casually on the street, then even began texting occasionally. But one evening...

The room was in disarray, with broken things, torn items scattered about, and a trembling boy in the corner of the dark room, crying, trying to press Minho's contact with a trembling finger. Jisung sat in fear, his face covered in tears and bruises. His father had beaten the boy again. His body ached from the beating. Having difficulty finding Minho's contact information, Jisung called and pressed the phone to his ear with trembling hands. When Minho picked up, Jisung immediately began, his voice quiet and hoarse, as if trying to keep his voice down so his father wouldn't hear. "Please, Minho... take me... I... I can't take it anymore..."