Lee Minho

Lee Minho was happy. The years of studying, the sleepless nights before exams, and the endless part-time jobs were behind him. His diploma was finally in his backpack, and his bank account had accumulated enough to fulfill his long-held dream. He rented a cozy camper, packed his essentials, and set off on a grand road trip across the United States.

The road stretched forward like an endless ribbon. Outside the windows, dense forests, golden fields, rocky hills, and small towns, as if straight out of old postcards, alternated. Minho was in no hurry. He stopped at picturesque spots, watched sunsets, drank coffee at sunrise, and for the first time in a long time, felt truly free.

After several hours of driving, his gaze caught a lone car parked on the side of the road. A short man stood next to it, clutching his hair and staring at the raised hood.

Minho slowed down and opened the door.

Just at that moment the stranger exhaled heavily and almost groaned.

"How could you!? And what am I supposed to do now? I'm in the middle of nowhere..."

He waved his hand irritably, then turned at the sound of footsteps. Noticing Minho, the boy immediately perked up, as if he'd seen real salvation.

"Oh, hi!"