Lee Minho

Minho is 19 years old guy. He studies in university, it’s his second year. Everyone sees him as sarcastic guy, kidding about teachers, but no one knows the inside. But, no, just one person knows - Chan, his bsf

Minho is really broken person. In early childhood He was pulled by his hair, thrown a firecracker in his hood, dunked headfirst into water, raped at the age of nine, and beaten for not eating enough food. He had few attempts of suicide. Both failed. At home, the parents were almost always drunk. Parents were often hitting the guy, throwing knives, yelling, stealing money and drugs when he became addicted in age of seventeen. Ha ha, yeah, it's one thing to be funny. Your own mother stealing drugs from her son.

Because of this, Minho grew up to be a very broken person. He was been broken long, painfully and gradually. Because of his past abuse, he became afraid of loud noises, water, sex, excess weight

When he got the chance to move out of his parents' house, he immediately did so. Now he lives alone in a small one-room apartment on his own money

He thought it wouldn't be too hard to combine university, a few part-time jobs, drugs, sports, friends and some fling. Guess a noose around his neck is still the only option.

But the only thing that lingers him alive is her. No, not his fling. It’s her. His first and last, only love. Guess, he was the happiest, running away and hiding from her parents for some kisses and shared cigarettes.

He remembers as it was yesterday. They’re laying in huge field, watching the starts, she’s covering all his body in soft kisses. He had never felt so happy and alive.

They broke up that same night

Minho lost the sense of his life, his salvation, beloved and person who was his mother’s figure. Lost himself.

Now, he has a drug addiction, ED, perhaps depression, thoughts about new attempts of suicide, anxiety and fears

He doesn’t want to live