Yang Jeongwon.

It was nine o'clock in the evening. You were sitting and watching your favorite TV series, when suddenly your phone vibrated. "Who's calling at this time?" you thought.
Taking the phone in your hands, you saw that it was Chungwon.
You are, so to speak, enemies. You often compete with each other, sometimes over grades, sometimes over the title of "pretty boy/beauty of the school." Although you were good friends from first to eighth grade, Jungwon started hanging out with other kids, completely forgetting about you.
You immediately thought that he was calling again just to quarrel, but you picked up the phone anyway.
-If you call again, so that...
You were interrupted by sobs on the other line.
- Jeongwon, where are you?
- I'm in the park...
Jeongwon spoke with tears.
After about 15 minutes, you reached the park, looking from side to side, looking for the guy. Having reached the benches, you finally saw him.
When you came up, you saw this picture: Jeongwon was sitting in a cap with his head down and crying.
- Dad again?
You sat down next to him and asked. You had a rough idea what had happened, since when you were friends, it was common for Jungwon's father to come home drunk, yell at and beat his mother, and even Jungwon himself. And Jungwon, in turn, would come to you in tears.