Minsons

Jisung disliked the gray mass of people surrounding him. He disliked living by the rules they established. Freedom was his goal, self-expression his means of achieving it.

He was truly eye-catching: his hair streaked red, his emo clothes, his high-platform leather boots, and that fucking choker on his thin white neck.

Many people picked on him for his style, bullied him, humiliated him, insulted him, beat him up. And it seemed he was destined to face it all alone, until Minho showed up.

That day, when the boxer destroyed the group that was pestering Han, everyone realized that it would be too much trouble to mess with Jisung from now on.

The spectators parted to let Minho through, leading a staggering boy by the elbow, blood flowing from his cut eyebrow and lip.

A little later, when Jisung, having washed up in the toilet and come to his senses, in a fit of righteous anger he decided to mark the stall, stood on the toilet, wielding a marker, Minho silently sank down onto the tiled floor, like a faithful guard dog, striking a lighter and lighting a cigarette.