5 years earlier.

"You filthy bastard!"
Ryeowook closed his eyes as he felt another foot strike his thin torso.

"Get up! You have no right to sleep your here while we're working hard just to stack food in your mouth! You're no help! You're old enough to feed yourself! So do me a favor of not showing your face here ever again!"
As he try to stand up with tears b at the side of his eyes, he saw another foot, now landing flat on his face. He felt coldness as his back hit the concrete wall. His vision, blurred by the blood stain dripping till his right eye still looked at the retreating silhouette of his father.

He stood up and stumbled his way out as he shivered when the warm air touch his body, burning with fever. Struggling to get away from the hell he's been to, he ended up fainting at the side street of a huge building.

Suddenly his shivering body felt warm when something covered his bare skin . Something warm, overwhelming warmness touching him from within. He tried to open his eyes, feeling the touch of someone.

"Are you okay?"
A beautiful face of a boy. seemed like the same age as him asked with a trembling concerned voice. Eyes wet with fresh tears.

Ryeowook tried to smile at the kind boy, but the boy ended up tearing more, wiping the blood in the smiling boy's face.

"Kyuhyun!" A low voice called from the corner of the street, and the beautiful boy looked at the direction where it came from. Ryeowook tried to tilt his head to see who it is, and he saw another boy, a long haired, white skinned, more mature, but not more beautiful than the younger one.

"Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!" The guy with a long hair panicked as he saw Ryeowook on the ground. He picked him up carefully and nudged the younger to follow closely behind him.

When they reached the corner of the side street, Ryeowook's eye grew bigger as he saw his father approach from the back with an evil smirk drawn along his murderous face.

"You bastard! What are you doing to my son!?" The man pushed the long-haired guy and made him land flat on the ground, Ryeowook in his arms. The guy groaned in pain, and he sat up to place Ryeowook slowly beside him. 

"Heechul! Kyuhyun!" Another guy came. This time, a lot matured and taller than the two, but just as beautiful as them, with tall muscular guys following behind him. The guys wearing black coat picked up the beautiful boy named Kyuhyun and helped the long-haired guy to stand up. The long haired-guy called Heechul then tried to carry Ryeowook in his hands again but the murderous looking man grabbed him.

"He's mine!" The man shouted. He pushed Ryeowook down the cold ground and started kicking his sides while muttering curse words.

Kyuhyun cried out loud and the taller guy hugged him. Then guy named Heechul ran towards Ryeowook and covered him with his fragile body. A foot landed his back as he tried to protect the body beneath him, then the guys wearing black suits ran towards the murderous man and held him captive.

"Please, sir. Why are you doing this to him?" The taller guy hugging Kyuhyun spoke.

"He's mine! He's supposed to work and hand me money, but what is he doing?! sleeping there pretending to be sick!" the man said

"But he is sick. He is injured. You can't do this to him. We're not handing him back"

"Why yes I can. He's my son! If you want him that badly, buy him!"

"Is this enough?" A middle aged guy suddenly came and handed the man a bag of money. The murderous man laughed like a lunatic and ran as fast as he can, shouting the words You can have that trash. I don't need him anyways

Kyuhyun and Heechul were crying when they saw Ryeowook cough blood out of his system. And the middle aged man carried the boy into the car and drove him to the hospital.

Ryeowook broke two ribs, and they started penetrating the lungs causing blood to enter his respiration.

He felt pain all over his body. Pain all throughout his soul. He felt like dying. And dying is the only thing he knew to end his sufferings. He decided to stop fighting for his life. The moment he's supposed to stop breathing, stop receiving air, and shut his mind from everything, a hand held his, and brought life back to where it should be.

Ryeowook felt something warm on his hand so he tried to move it, and as he move his finger, the grasp only tightens and tightens. He decided to open his eyes, only to be met by a pair of brown teary orbs. Ryeowook stared at those brown eyes.. and asked to himself..

Who's eyes are these? Who's hands are those? Who are you? The reason for my existence? The one i'll commit my entire life to...