YOUR YEONJUN Beomgyu sat on a bench in the park, the blood from his temple mixed with tears on his cheeks. His dad is just a monster who does not spare Beomgyu and mentally and physically abuses him

Beomgyu sat, thinking about life, how pathetic he was and what he should do, where to sleep...

Here, he sees a silhouette in the distance, eerily familiar. It was Yeonjun, the boy who was always pestering Beomgyu. It seemed like he was just going to the store to buy cigarettes