dark-green sneakers

flew by

There are still a few drops left on the window from the recent heavy rain. The deep night swirled behind him with white cigarette smoke. The birds were silent. There was perfect silence outside the window. You couldn't even hear insects. Only the wind broke all this enchanting hopelessness. He pushed the door slightly, causing it to lightly hit the wall. To be honest, there has been a small dent there for a long time. And if Minho's father ever notices this, he'll definitely be in trouble.

Lying on the bed in his room, Minho exhaled white smoke from his lips and thought. The darkness was so frightening that Minho shuddered every time the wind pushed the door harder again. The conversation with Jisung really made him think. Unexpectedly, he felt a feeling called pity.

Bullying Jisung was fun. He is modest, quiet, and studies like everyone else. An ideal subject to use its helplessness to show all its power. And in the evening you will again receive a belt from your father for expressing an opinion and unwillingness to finish dinner. Minho bullied Jisung to feel superior, which he didn't have. But after today's meeting, something changed. As if in Minho's place is his father, and in Jisung's place - is him. This realization made me feel a strange pain somewhere in the chest area. As if it was something that was always close to you, but you basically ignored it. Maybe Minho bullied Jisung for a reason? Maybe there was something more? No, Minho is delusional. The night has such an effect on him.

When Lee found out that the whole village was on the alert, that everyone was looking for Jisung, he was indescribably furious. He was afraid that everyone would find out who beat Han. But what could happen to Jisung that he doesn't care about himself? No matter how bad his life was, Minho would never have decided to die like the last brute. It's better to fight to the end than to lose one step before the finish line.

The parents are sleeping, and the room is getting colder and colder. The window is open. After all, if his father finds out that Minho smokes, he will probably kill him. And this is not a joke, but the very truth. He's cruel. Maybe that's why Minho too.

"Why is he hitting me? This is just an estimate!" ; "Why am I bruised again, I just didn't want to help him?" ; "Why do I lose consciousness again as soon as he touches me?" - such thoughts visited him since childhood. He himself did not understand what he was doing. Minho simply didn't know how to communicate with people differently, he wasn't taught. It's all a lie though. His desire was very simple. Minho wanted others to feel what he continued to feel. Is it correct? Of course not. But he doesn't understand this. Or doesn't want to understand.

The anger and hatred towards this guy named Han Jisung disappeared somewhere. Minho felt sorry for him. He understood how Jisung felt. And this made my soul so lousy. For the first time, he felt a sense of guilt and shame towards the person he had mocked.

Standing near the window and smoking his third cigarette, Minho decided to leave Han. Time dissolved in the coolness. Minho realized that he didn't want to take responsibility for what this guy might or might not do. Since the last conversation, he realized that he could expect anything from Han! But for some reason I don't want to leave him. It's all strange.

Minho closed the window and, throwing the cigarette into free fall, went to bed. I decided that I would keep an eye on Jisung for a bit. For what? Shame on him. And that's the whole reason. Minho will not mock a person when he does not want to live. Then you have to take responsibility for it... No, thank you.

It's a pity that he didn't know what all this would lead to.