Minho hastily wrapped his biggest scarf around his bare neck. With the announcement that he would go for a walk, he fled the house. It was cold outside, the wind blowing stray snowflakes through the air. But he was already so chilled inside from the frosty glares his mother send in his father’s direction and the icy bits of conversation they shared, he barely felt the low temperature. At least outside, the air he breathed was free of all the unsaid conflicts and arguments that stuffed his house. He breathed in deeply.

And he finds solace in the people he expected the least - the gay couple that just moved into the neighbourhood a while ago.