⚠︎ ! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 ! [tw-⚣︎] -> Your life had been a rocky one built on saving and the minimum. With no father figure, your mother worked hard to make ends meet. Often she came home drunk; if you upset her, or forgot to do the dishes, then she would beat you with the broom. That didn't mean you were a nervous wreck however - rather, you were much the opposite - as Han Jisung and the epitome of cool at your school, you were cocky and collected. Easy smirks had letters finding themselves in your bag every so often. And yet, no one knew how you felt. You would be the last partner picked for activities. The clown student, who ate alone, and smiled when they whispered comments about you. Then the new classmate rolled in - a gentle wave in the rough ocean. Lee Minho, he explained shyly when he sat next to you in art. He was quiet too. Carefully-spoken and observing. His eyes did not judge you like the others. He didn't pressure you into buying him lunch, or burning cigarette butts onto your wrists for fun. He was a hushed body of kindness, who helped you with your homework without a grudge.