"good night, mom" the words of the male echoed through the apartment, but he didn't expect a respond for his drunken mother. soobin let out a disappointed sigh, letting his feet lead him to the room of which the boy shared with his sister of 7yr old. "mineun? are you awake, honey?" soobin lowly mumbled, approaching his own bed. due to no response, he covered himself with the soft blanket of his. "sweet dreams, mineun"

 

soobin was only fourteen back then. his own mom had went through a divorce a few years ago and it was now that it was hitting her. the boy pitied his mom and wished to take action, but what would a 10yr old do against a rich selfish lawyer? even though 4yr passed, he somewhat understands what his mother is going through and why.
 

some of his friends said that it wasn't fair that he had to take the blame for the doings of his family, but he didn't mind. the boy felt like it was his fault in the first place, even if their divorce didn't have anything to do with him.

 

hours after soobin had fallen into abyss, a "dream" started reproducing in the cinematic mind of the boy. he really didn't expect it to be any different among the few dreams he gets once in a while. in the so-called fantasy, it started off with a vision of a statue. the statue was of a beautiful female, she looked.. like truth.
 

out of a sudden, it was crushed by an old artifact and replaced by another statue which was identical to the first one. 'was it all a lie?' soobin wondered. it then flashed to a woman with a white dress, its tips sliding through the marble floor. then, explosively loud laughs started playing. from the sudden shock, the male woke up with such panick. "what the hell..."

a soft boy which also had a softened heart. soobin loves pulling jokes on people, but no hard feelings right? he has an outgoing personality and never tries asking for help. he just wants to best for everyone.