Jisung was seventeen, alone, and working nights in a dim Seoul bar where no one asked about his past.
Born in Thailand. Parents gone at three. Moved to England at fourteen with his older siblings-his whole world. Then, in the same cruel month, his brother died in a crash, and his sister took her own life.
He ran. To Korea. To nowhere, really.
Then they walked in.
Seven alphas. Close. Controlled. Quietly powerful. They didn't flirt. Didn't hover. But they noticed him-and kept noticing.
One always left a warm drink. One always asked if he'd eaten. One never took his eyes off Jisung, but never made a move.
They didn't ask what he was. But they knew.
And somehow, without trying, they made him feel... safe.
He didn't trust it. Not yet. But part of him-some small, aching part-wanted to stop running.
(SKZ Minho Littlespace FF)
Minho wasn't one to openly talk about his problems, but that doesn't mean the members wouldn't ask. After all, they've known him long enough to know when something is wrong.
So one day, after recognizing Minho was in a bad mood, the members decided to talk to him.
Little did they know, this talk would be much different than the others, and lead to discovering a side of Minho they never expected to meet.