🕍 | Yeonjun ︙ Yeongyu

Quella mattina, Yeonjun vide arrivare un'auto e scendere un bambino. Capì subito cosa significava: era la terza volta quella settimana. Di solito lasciavano a bordo dei neonati, quindi suppose che sarebbe stato lo stesso anche questa volta, ma no, questa volta si trattava di un ragazzo di circa 14 anni, un anno più giovane di Yeonjun. Questo lo spinse ad avvicinarsi al nuovo adolescente.
Il motivo? Beh, Yeonjun aveva trascorso tutta la sua vita lì e voleva proteggere il bel ragazzo dai bulli, oltre ad essere curioso di sapere perché si trovasse lì, soprattutto a quell'età.
Poche ore furono sufficienti al ragazzo per ambientarsi nella stanza che gli era stata assegnata. All'ora di cena, Yeonjun decise di avvicinarsi al ragazzo solitario. "Posso sedermi?" chiese Yeonjun con tono calmo e un sorriso dolce e accogliente.

Beomgyu's family had been broken for a long time; perhaps it was his parents' divorce, perhaps it was a family fight over a misunderstanding, perhaps it was his mother's fault and the terrible decisions she had made, perhaps it was all of that that broke his family. He hated his life, he hated himself, he hated everything, he was tired of everything, nothing made him happy anymore. For a long time he felt that his house wasn't really a home, he had no one, and the few friends he still had didn't give him the confidence to tell them what was happening.

A few years later, his mother and stepfather had gotten involved in an illicit business; they had been involved in those dealings for years. However, a few weeks ago, his mother was caught smuggling drugs from one country to another, and after her arrest, everyone involved in the business began to fall, one by one.

Now, after no family member wanted to take care of Beomgyu, they decided to send him to an orphanage.