Intro.
Title: Under the same roof
I never wanted to move.
Not because the apartment where we lived was special, but because it was predictable. With my mother, everything followed a rhythm that I understood. I, Minhyuk, studied in the mornings and worked in the afternoons. He spoke when necessary. He smiled when appropriate. Always calm. Always measuring.
People used to say he was calm. Others said he seemed distant. I saw it differently: I was simply not quick to react.
When the money started to run out, my mom talked about her boyfriend's house. He said it was big. That we would be more comfortable. That maybe the change would do us good.
I accepted without arguing. Not because I was convinced by the idea, but because arguing was not going to change anything.
Their house was too big. Too clean. Too quiet for a place like this. Everything seemed to be exactly where it should be. I felt watched even before I dropped off my suitcases.
And then I looked up.
On the second floor