Minseok's P.O.V

This story seems like it’s about some random teenagers fought about something unimportant in their life. But no, it’s not like that. I don’t see this as a story, its reality; what we’re facing right now.

I left the hospital earlier than the rest. Of course I dragged Luhan along with me. I don’t know why but I always want him to be near me. Yoona’s suicide must've done him hell. I knew it because Yoona is his closest friend apart from me.

I have one question.

Do we call my relationship with Luhan as close friends? Because I’m pretty sure we acted better than that. Is it just me? I don’t know. I always felt the urge to protect him. He’s like so soft and fragile.

I don’t even have a heart to raise my voice at him.

“Minseok?” I heard a voice called me. It was my father. Unknown to me and Luhan, I dragged us to my house, where all the evil came from. My father is also known as Rain, the drug dealer. I don’t know where on earth he got the dragon name.

That’s why for me, I preferred to use my mother’s surname, Kim, instead of his surname, Jung. I don’t care if my family thinks I’m broking the tradition, because drug-dealing is my family’s true job.

I took off my shoes, dragging Luhan that stayed on my arms, holding onto me. I brought him closer to me, hugging him.

“Minseok, I told you not to be friend with him. His father is a very selfish man.” My father complained as he glared at Luhan.

I smirked at him, “Just because Uncle Xi won’t do business with you, doesn’t mean that Hyun is not allowed to be my friend.” This man is really annoying. Who is he to tell me that I can't be friend with anyone I like?

“He’s not a fr