•Lee Minho • minsung •~

Every year, Han Jisung, a 14-year-old city boy, was forced to visit his grandmother in the countryside.

No internet. Just work.

"Why do I have to do this…?" he murmured, looking at the ground. "I didn't even ask to come. "

Plant potatoes. Harvest corn.

The heat weighed heavily on his shoulders, and his hands couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

A few meters away, Lee Minho, 15 years old, worked tirelessly. He didn't study. He lived off of it. Everything he earned… he needed.

His movements were quick, firm. As if he couldn't afford to stop.

Jisung sighed, clearly annoyed.
—Isn't there anyone else who can do this…?

He tried to imitate him… and failed.

The soil was in bad shape, the corn fell from his hands.

Minho walked by, taking a brief look.

He stopped for a second.

He fixed what Jisung had done, with precise movements… and moved on, without wasting any time.

Jisung clenched his jaw.

—Great… now it’s my turn to do it right too…

He tried again.

Slower. More focused.

The sun continued to set.

And Minho… didn't slow down either.

As if every second counted.

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