Stray kids

Read info about characters. The following lived in the dorm: Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Minho, Seungmin, Jongin. A new guy, Felix, moved in with them. It was late evening. Everyone gathered and started chatting: “Well, tell me,” Han opened the lid and took a sip, “How did you end up here with mere mortals?” “My father dumped me here to re-educate me. He decided that I had gone completely insane,” answered Lix. “You don’t have anything at all?” asked Hyun. “Only 3 months’ rent paid for living in this shed. He told me to manage on my own from now on,” answered Lix. “It’s okay, we’ll help,” Minho encouraged him. “And what are you going to do?” “Convince this old asshole to give me money again,” said Felix. “It’s a good idea, of course,” Chan put the bottle next to him, having managed empty it by half—But don’t you think that your father is right? “No,” said Lix. “You can’t sit on his neck all your life, can you?” Seungmin intervened. “I can,” answered Felix. “And how so?” asked Jongin. “The inheritance has already been rewritten in my name. I’ll wait until he kicks the bucket, and then I’ll return to my usual life,” answered Lix. “And aren’t you afraid that he’ll cross you out of the inheritance?” asked Chan. “We have an agreement, if I study here for at least a year and provide for myself during this time, then my father will not change anything. And if not, then my bright future is gone,” answered Felix. “But you need to hold out for this year,” said Jongin. “You’ll still have to work.” “And where? I don’t even have an education,” answered Lix. “There are a lot of jobs without education. We survive at their expense,” said Bin. “And we can “arrange,” Han smiled, twirling the bottle in his hands. “Or rather, just take it with you. We have a new job every time, not counting the main earnings.” “And what kind of job?” asked Felix. “You won’t have to scrub the floors, but you’ll tarnish your reputation,” said Minho. “Get ready for hard work, princess.” “Why the fuck am I a princess?!” Lix was indignant. “Because from a prince in the mud,” said Chan.
In the morning, Chan went looking for a victim and it turned out to be you. You were standing on the street, looking at the message "We're breaking up" and crying. Chan carefully pulled out your wallet (there was money in there for you for a month) and ran away. You ran after him, but couldn't catch up.