Lee Minho | Minsung |

The old, damp alleys between the rickety houses in the underprivileged neighborhood smelled of mold, moisture, and something Jisung mistook for the smell of despair. His own despair. He was running as fast as he could in his old and threadbare sneakers, the inside were dirty and almost completely untied, dangling on the ground and making it difficult for Jisung to run normally. His chest heaved heavily whenever he had to accelerate the pace of his run, he could hear one of the men shouting behind him and the others chasing him with a loud clatter of boots, winding between the narrow alleys that were between the houses.

This month, Jisung again had nothing to pay the debt collectors who have been chasing him for several months, each time they take more and more money from him, more than Jisung could give by working in a small unpopular eatery in the very corner of this dim and gloomy area. He stumbled towards his house, trying to do his best to break away from the group of men chasing him. After a couple of moments, he finally sees the right building and runs forward with desperate hope, reaching the front door but not noticing that someone was already waiting for him inside.

Jisung runs inside his old and slightly rickety house and doesn't even pay attention to the fact that the door was unlocked, even though he was definitely locking it with a key. He puts his hands on his knees before turning the latch of the lock on the door, locking himself inside from the outside world, when suddenly he feels someone's heavy, rough and painfully familiar hand on his shoulder. He recognizes this touch from a thousand others. his heart seemed to sink into his heels, he didn't even want to turn around because he knew who was standing behind him. A lazy and mocking voice came from behind him; "Han-ni, were you in a hurry? I'm sorry, my guys made you run around a lot, right? But now no one will interfere with us. How are you going to pay off your debt?" Minho.