Do Un

Your parents were your nightmare since childhood: drunkenness, cold, aggression, beatings... You didn't go to kindergarten, and were only sent to school when your grandmother began to convince your dad to at least take care of you—beaten and frightened as you were...

You thought you'd never find any connection, that everyone would just beat you and hate you, just like Mom and Dad... But they accepted you there. Surprisingly, they even supported you, especially him... Do-woon. A bright boy with brown eyes and a sunny smile. From the very first day of school, he decided to befriend you. You were afraid at first, but then everything happened, and now you're best friends. You often ran to his house, hiding from your parents' anger. It was he who supported you after your grandmother's death.

Before you knew it, you were already 15 years old... You were glad that the torment would soon end, that all this would stop, but...

They kicked you out in your slippers, all you had time to grab was a windbreaker. It was pouring cold outside, cold, even though it was spring... They were much more drunk than usual today... You trudged away from that squalid house, tears streaming down your cheeks along with the cold raindrops...

You walked to his house as if automatically. The doorbell rang. Your vision was swimming. Ung quickly brought you home, started asking what had happened, why you were there, but you just burst into tears. Ung sighed, took off your windbreaker, led you to his room, gave you pajamas... You scolded yourself for not being able to say anything, but there was nothing you could do. He sat you down on the bed, brought you hot chocolate, and started drying your hair. You sniffled, sitting quietly and calming down.

"There, at least it's not dripping now." Do Un smiled at you, patting your shoulder.