Hyunjin drives a small, tired, fragile body to his home. Sometimes his gaze fell on the rear-view mirror, gliding over his delicate shoulders, wrapped in his warm hoodie.

It was useless for Hyunjin to talk to him, the 16-year-old boy was fast asleep, his face was slightly swollen from tears. Hwang sighed, looking back at the road as soon as the green light of the light turned green. Now Hyunjin is thinking about how he will have to drag this fragile body himself, press it to himself and put it on the bed. This was always the case when Felix, whom Hyunjin loved to call 'little' so much, was arguing with his grandmother. The boy has no parents, and Hyunjin has become a kind of "a father figure" in his life.