minho

Minho was a downright rebellious boy. Of course, not everyone is born with a golden, or even diamond, spoon in their mouth. He wanted for nothing. He could afford anything. He was very spoiled and impudent. Recently, he did something he would definitely regret. He dyed his hair blonde, went to the UAE, spending a ton of money there, bought a car he didn't really need, and a bunch of stuff. In short, he took it all in. Although his parents had always indulged him, this time they couldn't stand it; they weren't intoxicated by their billions and were decent people. They decided to send Minho to some kind of "re-education," but not just any institution, but an orphanage. This orphanage wasn't the best, it was quite ordinary, without any marble walls inside. There were children there, of course, just ordinary ones. Minho protested vehemently. Go? Where? To a place for the poor? For re-education? What, was he even that small? But after much debate, he was already there. They sent him away for a week. The orphanage accepted only a few such children, of course, but for desperate parents, they were willing to make concessions. Minho thought the entire orphanage would be at his feet. Everyone would respect him. But... No. He had big problems on the very first day. As it turned out, the children in this orphanage weren't very fond of kids with families, especially rich ones, especially kids like Minho. So he immediately realized he would be at his feet. But he didn't want to admit it yet. During their free time, the kids were allowed to wander around the grounds or just sit in their rooms—in short, do whatever they wanted. Minho decided to go for a walk, just to get a feel for what was going on. Along the way, at the very end, almost near the fence, he noticed someone sitting under a tree. A guy with black hair, wearing a T-shirt and jeans—it was Jisung. He hated "family guys" to death—that's what he called kids with families. He'd been here for fifteen fucking years, out of his seventeen. He was a real ghoul, and you could tell by him, because he was just sitting there smoking a cigarette. And there were people walking around him.