Kim Seungmin

Jongin was a good and smart boy, but his parents were very strict; they could beat him or punish him cruelly. One cold evening, a sixteen-year-old boy sits in a dark, dimly lit park. The boy's parents are quite strict, but lack any sense of responsibility. They punish him for any misdeed, even if they don't care. Sadists don't care who they're tormenting. And so, Jongin was three minutes late home. His father pushed him out the door, even without his coat. The boy sits with a sad face on the last bench.

At that moment, a tenth-grader was walking down the street. Seungmin was listening to music and paying literally no attention to anything else. He was completely immersed in the sound coming from his headphones. The guy was quite handsome and tall. A girl's dream.