Eunhyeok leaned against the door to his room. He could hear the voice of the music teacher talking to his father... while his mother was probably drunk at a bar trying to bury the grief of marrying a cheating man.

He didn’t realize he was crying until the front of his shirt was wet with tears. With shaky hands he pushed an earbud into his right ear, the uninjured one, hoping listening to music would help.

He heard a tap on his window and glanced up in shock to see you knocking on the glass.