The little furball, clutching his backpack tightly, dashed out of the house, the door slamming behind him with a resounding echo that mirrored his own anxiety. The cool morning air hit him like a splash of cold water, and he could feel his heart racing even faster as he made his way to school. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of his hyungs' disappointment pressing down on him like a boulder.

As he walked, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at him. Would they really be this harsh on him forever? Would he always have to face their reprimands alone? He wished he could be brave like the heroes in the stories he read, but instead, he felt small and fragile, much like the delicate flowers he often admired in the park.

Suddenly, a loud honk interrupted his thoughts. Taemin looked up to see a familiar face waving excitedly from the window of a passing car. It was Jiwoo, his best friend, with her wild curls bouncing with every movement. She was always a burst of sunshine, so different from the gloomy atmosphere at home.

“Hey, Taemin! Need a lift?” she shouted, her voice filled with warmth.

Taemin hesitated, glancing back at his house. He could already picture the stern faces of his hyungs if they found out he accepted a ride. But the thought of facing another day of their scolding felt unbearable. With a quick decision, he ran towards the car, throwing his backpack into the backseat.

“Thanks, Jiwoo!” he exclaimed, relief flooding his tiny frame as he slid into the front seat.

“Did you have another rough morning?” she asked, concern etched on her features.

Taemin sighed, “Yeah, my hyungs are really mad at me for being late again.”

Jiwoo frowned, “That’s not fair! You’re just a kid. They should understand that sometimes things happen.”

Her words warmed his heart, and he felt a flicker of hope. Maybe not everyone in his life would be like his hyungs. Maybe there were people out there who could understand his struggles.

As they drove towards school, Jiwoo began to chatter about their upcoming science project, her enthusiasm contagious. Taemin found himself smiling, momentarily forgetting his worries. However, beneath the surface, a new conflict was brewing. The tension with his hyungs weighed heavily on his mind, and as they approached the school gates, he knew he would have to face the world alone again.

Once they arrived, Taemin stepped out of the car, his heart pounding. “Thanks, Jiwoo! You’re the best!” he called after her as she waved goodbye, her laughter ringing in his ears.

At the home

"The bloody kid did not even wash the dishes yesterday night, let him comeback home , I'll teach him a lesson that he will always remember. Bloody bastard" said Hyungsik.

Sang aura sighed as he came back after waking their little maknae yoojun up ... "Hyung, why are you ruining your mood in the early morning for that little bitch. We clearly mentioned him to walk to school and that little jinx took a ride, let him comeback home"...