Woohyun can't remember the last time he slept inside.  
    It's not like he has no home, because he has. Or rarther a house others would call 'home'.  
    But for him it's the living hell. It is impossible to live in this house, but he has no choice.  
    Until he meets someone. Someone who cares. Can he safe him?   

 I really must be useless. I am not even able not to harm him. The little boy lowered his head and bit his lip in guilt.
Myungsoo noticed this change and pulled the boy away slightly and smiled at him. "What is it?" But the boy kept looking down. Then, finally he mumbled. "I am sorry." Myungsoo frowned. "Why that?" "I-I made y-your shirt dirty...." New tears gathered in the boy's eyes as he looked up at Myungsoo. And I'm crying again... how pitiful... Now he will definitely hate me.
But instead of hearing accusing words he felt a big warm hand on top of his head and saw a friendly smile.
"It's okay, don't worry about my shirt, i'll just wash it later." The kid's eyes widened in surprise and disbelieve and the tears dried in shock. He really is a nice person. I never met someone as nice as him.