Your parents were bad. That’s all you knew. They would yell at you, and pick on you, and go through your things without you knowing. It’s only been about a month since they were arrested and you were left in the care of your neighbour and her son, Taeyang.

“Hey,” He kneels next to you, smiling softly. “What’cha doing?” Taeyang asks, looking over to the corner you were sat doodling in.